“You’re not a jerk though, I promise.”
Gods, she looks kind of dissapointed as well, and by ‘kind of dissapointed’, ‘actually sad’ would be more accurate.
Of course Terezi could not see the other’s change in expression or demeanor, but she just knows, knows what’s going on in the other’s mind somehow. Maybe it was her aspect again, maybe the tealblood was just much more empathetic than she would have figured.
Her head shakes as she grabs her dragoncane a bit tighter as she bites her black lip, fighting with herself for the right words to display her thoughts without making herself look like even more of a total loser.
“You’re actually… really cool, like. So much.
And I’m just. This.”
Her words are hesitant and sort of halfly murmured, it’s obvious she doesn’t like displaying her vulnerability like this. Her free hand goes to gesture halfheartedly at herself, before she reaches upwards and covers her eyes behind her glasses for a moment.
“Disabled screwupkid from murderplanet.”
Speaking these words to her dancestor feels like pushing one of many rocks out of her throat, as if it makes it easier to breathe. There are a lot of things that Terezi has on her plate, but this partivular topic has burned on her tongue whenever she and the others were in the dreambubbles. She had always envied Kanaya for getting along with her own dancestor so well, for not being AFRAID to dissapoint her.
To not be actually the amazing cool ancestor alternates from murderass Alternia.
“I’ve fucked up so badly so many times and I’m. Quite frankly just. Afraid to dissapoint you or something, i don’t fucking know.”
Her gaze would avert to the ground if she could see in the first place. Instead, the younger Pyrope shoves her glasses further up the bridge of her nose to hide said blinded eyes, as if it helped her situation any.
“I’ve just hoped I’d be at some better point when I would meet my ancestor.”
you’re actually… really cool.
a faint dusting of teal rose to her skin, lips curved into an almost shy smile at the praise. latula tried her hardest to appear cool && amazing to everyone. she’d perfected the art of faking a personality so much so that half the time, she bought it herself. but that’s all it was. that’s all she was. a fake.
she listened as her dancestor basically spilled her heart out, her head tilted somewhat to the side. it was weird to think that they were both feeling such anxiety about such similar things, but . . . they handled it so differently. terezi was so REAL. she didn’t pretend to be okay, she didn’t fake some cool girl persona . . . she was raw. she was far more brave than latula had ever been.
“ that’s what you’re so worked up about? don’t you know how totally RAD you are?! i mean like you’re probably the coolest troll in your whole dorky session, you know. plus, the way you handle your disability is FUCKING incredible! i think you’re awesome!! plus, that dragon hood pretty fuckin’ sweet, tz. “
latula took a pause, not wanting to overdue it or anything. she wasn’t sure if her form of comfort was helping, or if it was just annoying. probably a mix of both, if she was being honest.
“ point is. . . you don’t have anything to prove to me, girl. you don’t have to stress about what i think, or what i see when i look at you. because i think you’re flawless. && when i look at you, i see a strong troll who’s not going to put up a front for anyone. i admire you. “
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