(This was intended to be something almost entirely different, just for the record. But after the first paragraph I began to explore the dynamic and how they would all work and just generally ended up with an exploration of their relationship.
So. Er. Yep, that’s what happened here.v.
SolFefEridan OT3 For theredstanger)
They fit, crooked and bent and torn a bit where they were forced together, they fit. Sometimes they look like a puzzle forcibly glued together, pieces that clash and shove at each other and do anything but match. Other times they are like an artfully crafted mosaic, complimentary yellows and purples spiked with minor pink hues that make the world look beautiful through their tint. No matter what they are, though, they are together.
They are together when a highblood flaunts his caste-position and threatens Sollux, Feferi and Eridan defend. (“You okay, Erifin?” A pause, a snort. “’Course I am. That fuckin’ blue blood wasn’t that bad.” One boy shoves another’s shoulder, there’s an exchange of snickers and glares. “You sure, ED? You’ve got a bruise the size of a bulge on your cheek.” “/You’re/ the one who needed our help.” A shrug, another faintly familiar pause. “Yeah, I know.”)
When Eridan slips into his own world - one of masochism and killing and angels and murder and blood, so much blood - they are there to pull him back out. (“You okay?” An awkward brush of a hand against a shoulder. “No, I’m not okay.” “Shore, everyfin’s bad now. But it’s going to be fine! /We’re/ going to be fine.” “So calm your stupid fins.” “You’re such an assw-whole.” “Thanks, I never knew.”)
The times that Feferi worries and overthinks and doubts, comforting comes like second nature. (“Don’t w-worry, Fef, you’re fuckin’ amaz-fin’.” “Yeah, ED might be an idiot but he’s right.” A hiccupping laugh. “T-thanks.” “It’s our job.”)
They fight (A swing, a hit landed, blood hitting the floor. Whispered words and shouted insults, silent ‘sorrys’ and murmured reassurances that ‘it’s okay, everything is okay’.) and there are tears (Her tears are like a storm against the ground, painful and deafening.), it is a struggle. But throughout it all, they stay linked, together.
And together, they can conquer. Together, they can survive and mix and blend the world into perfection.
