#for vex

[ropetodd]

hey do u guys like yonderland

[toodrunktofindaurl]

anyway, Keyleth’s teeny tiny crush on Vex is now canon

[welliwrite]

An Act A Unconscionability - Homestuck, Eridan & Feferi

There is no word from her for what feels like sweeps, the anxiety building up in your aquatically functioning breathing cavity, retracting and expanding almost too fast for you to keep up with. When "cuttlefishCuller" finally flashes, a window pops up and she has already messaged you, her charming accent layered into her typing.

You want to say just how worried you were but her next comment comes too fast. Her words only fuel anger to replace any concern you may have had. There's silence for a few moments, it's hesitation that accompanies the uncertainty of her intentions. It's hard to decide if she is being serious or if she is joking and it is only until she gives you a little 38P that you feel it is safe to respond. He shouldn't have been the one to do it. Why did he get the fame, the glory? That asshole shows up for all of two microsweeps and suddenly she sees him as her knight in shining armor.

You are gritting your teeth, trying to get your mind back on topic. It was hard to be positive when everything seemed to suck, when some fucking land dweller could swoop in and scoop up the one person in all of the universe that you could ever care about. It is relief that brings your head back to sea level, thinking how at least she is alive, as least you are the first one she is talking to when she signs on. A slight smile trickles over your lips, happiness rippling onto your face. You know what you are going to do now, and however nerve racking it is, you know it needs to be said; now or never.

You bite your lip, fingers hesitate over the keyboard. Every key stroke is a forced motion. You hurry the last part, seeing her typing and not wanting her to interrupt you. She--

What?

She doesn't respond right away.

Of course you'll both be saying the same thing. What else could be said? Woah. Wait... What. Your breathing is getting heavy.

It is a struggle now ot tpye. to thnik.

There is a strange burning sensation over your cheeks. Unbeknownst, the keyboard is touched by purple tears, your eyes glued to the screen. This is impossible... She can't do this. She can't be serious. You swallow your breath back down, trying to calm yourself down. Maybe there is a way to salvage this.

Look after you? Look after you? Who was the one doing the looking after? The world would have been dead and gone without you, collecting bodies to feed to her lusus so she didn't have to go and be the murderer that she didn't want to be. She was too good for such dirty work, and you took it gladly if it meant seeing her happy. Was that not good enough?

Fuck. Is it even worth it now?

It's too late to take it back; naturally she has to be nosy and pry. You take a deep breath, blinking your eyelids so maybe the screen is a little clearer. It hardly makes a difference, similar to everything else around you.

There is that optimism slipping in again. Where does it even come from? You know it isn't something you have normally; it must be something you gained from her. Why that of all things?

Your protein chute tightens.

It's almost physically painful to type this. You have a distinct feeling that you know what is going to happen, but maybe, just maybe...

There is silence on her end. It feels far too long before you see her finally typing. Why is it taking so long?

The flood gates burst. There is no chance of recovery.

You are wailing out loud by this point, you don't even have the care to quiet down to Skyhorse in the next room. No doubt he can hear you blubbering, but by this point you cannot even bring yourself to give a fuck.

Did she really just...

Crying and anger, it is a match made in heaven; it's probably the only match you'll ever make.

Is that supposed to make you feel better? Does she really fucking think that is going to fix anything, fix all the feelings you have gushing through you? How fucking dare she, after all you have done for her, after all you have sacrificed. You did it all for her; even when Vriska wanted nothing else to do with you, at the very least you still had her. And now she's not only leaving you, but she's leaving you for some land dwelling mustard blooded asshole, some fucker who just showed up out of the big fucking blue and lured her in. And she just swam right to him like a newborn guppy. And now... Well, maybe she is better off going. Maybe...

Wait. No, you didn't mean that.

Wait, please.

No...