Dice Roll 1 - Eridan/Gamzee (Aquarius/Saturn)
[So I recently invested in a set of astrology and planet dice. And then had the bloody brilliant (terrible, terrible) idea to roll the dice and write fics for the results. Bad. Idea. Bad Cherii, no biscuit. Bad writing means no treats.]
Eridan curls into himself and desperately tries to pretend he isn't lonely. He has always been lonely, but it's worse now that he has no purpose, no home, no lusus, and no moirail. Stupid game, stupid low blood, stupid life. Maybe if SGRUB had never happened then he would at least have Feferi still. But no, he's stuck on a glubbing asteroid with a bunch of land dwellers and the girl that dumped him and every single one of them seems to hold a grudge against him for some reason or another.
"Well what's a motherfucking fine sea brother doing all huddled up in the dark?
He has to bite his lip to hold back a curse when the Capricorn appears, the light patches of his face paint almost sinister in the dim light. The tall, gangly troll is the only one that doesn't seem to actively hate him, now that Eridan thinks about it. It's not a comforting thought considering his blood color and cultist tendencies.
"What the shell do you want you glubbing fool?"
Gamzee lowers himself to sit on the floor next to Eridan, long legs flung out in front of him in a sharp contrast to the tight ball the sea dweller has wrapped himself into. He is utterly relaxed and Eridan has to shove down jealousy as he shakes with cold and loneliness. He misses his warm oceans and the touch of a lusus or palemate and the sheer agony of loss makes tears prick at his eyes.
"Thought a brother could use some company."
The Capricorn doesn't bother asking permission to pull the trembling Aquarius into his lap, sheer strength overriding any attempts he might have made to escape. The taller troll loops his lean but muscular arms around Eridan's cooler sea dweller body, sharing what little warmth he has to spare and resting his cheek against his forehead. His breath stirs the sole lock of violet hair and it tickles just a little.
"That's FUCKING better, am I right?"
And Eridan will never admit it aloud, but with his ear pressed to the purple's heart and the warm throb of blood pumping echoing in his ears and skimming against his cheek, he has to agree.