==> tranquility Chapter 56 "I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight High off of love, drunk from my hate, It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, he resuscitates me He fucking hates me and I love it." --Troll Robert Frost ----- Azure-tinted eyes meet chartreuse across the room, narrowed with disgust...and regret. Shame raises the color on his high, pale cheekbones and he looks away, biting his lip. "I cannot continue this," he laments, voice awash with earnest grief. "I may find your every action repugnant, your very presence grating against my senses like a scratchy recording of a cholerbear in heat played at double-time against a backdrop of atonal subjugglator hymns, but even you don't deserve...less than my full fidelity." "Gorram highblood fancytalk," Troll Jayne growls irritably as he stalks closer. "Always gotta make a big production outta everything, don'tcha? Can't just tussle over a bucket an be done with it, no, you gotta go on and on about how repulsive I am." He moves in close, flicking out an obsidean-bladed knife and holding it to the cerulean-blooded troll's neck. He wouldn't kill the doctor, they both knew that, just as they knew the ship's medic wouldn't kill the crew's muscle or take advantage of his weakened state when injured. They both knew that, but still the thrill remained of knowing how much luscious pain they could and would cause the other, never going too far but still challenging the other to plumb new depths of strength and endurance. "Here's a news flash, doc: I know what a ruttin catch I am. So let's clam up the chatter and get to the tusslin." Troll Simon shoved him away, upper lip curling away from his fangs, unable to suppress his baser instincts in the wake of such openly ebony flirtations. "Troll Jayne, you don't understand!" he cries. "Not that I would expect otherwise from such a microscopic-thinkpanned hun dan, but this is important!" He ducked his head to the side in emotional anguish, lower lip bitten between pearly fangs. "Troll Jayne...I have feelings for another." "Another what?" Troll Jayne demands, praying Troll Simon doesn't mean what he thinks it sounds like he means. Troll Simon throws his hands up in disgust and sneered at the viridian-blooded tower of pestulent abhorrence still holding that damn obsidian blade like a suitor in a highblood romance drama. "I'm talking about infidelity, you thickheaded fuckass! I can't fully hate you because my hate is being split in two." Unable to hold himself back any further, Edarin expeditiously rushes into the room, flinging his arms wide with hands stretched out to both of the other trolls imploringly. "No! I cannot allow this atrocity! On account a you two were made to hate each other! i'we seen your loathin an it's some a the purest, stygian-deep malewolence i ewer saw." He turned to the sapphire-blood and grabbed his hands, staring deeply into the sable depths of his eyes as he clutches those hands to his chest. "Troll Simon, I'll auspistice for you. ill pawe your path so thick with ash you'll newer thing to stray. Just name the troll causin a divergence in your onyx affections! Name them and ill stand between you such that your beryl-rimmed ocular orbs newer stray from your true, fated kismesis." Troll Simon gasps and heaves his digits from Edarin's grip and extracts his scalpelkind strife specibus. "I can't! Oh Edarin, how I wish I could accept your selfless offer. Ever since you joined our crew you have been the missing piece holding us together that we never knew we needed until we had you. But in this...I'm afraid you have no place. Your request is impossible." Feeling a dark ichor welling inside of himself at being so denied, Edarin drew his own specibus, silvery twin pistols that gleamed with menace in the dim light of the dining area. "You misunderstand, Troll Simon...it was not a request!" "It is YOU who misunderstand, Edarin," Troll Simon growls, lithe muscles tensing in preparation. Though in preparation for what, none could yet be sure. "You cannot auspistice for me. It is quite impossible for a troll to auspistice between another troll...and themself." Eyes growing wide in disbelief, Edarin allowed his guard to drop for only a second, but that second is just enough time for an aroused Troll Simon to slip past his defenses and slash at him with his scalpel. Edarin dudges backward just in time to avoid bloodshed, but finds himself falling back to the hard metal floor when Troll Simon throws himself at him. Troll Simon lunged at him and they fell unchecked to the frigid, unyielding floor, grapling for dominence. Their sable passions risingt o cloak them in its in its velvety embrace, they think nothing of their abrupt first steps in a caliginous waltz until their third companion makes his presense known again. "What the ruttin hell?!!" bellows troll jayne, only to howl in pained indignation when eridan steals Troll Simon's weapon and stab him in the boot with it. He knocks Edarin's hand away and shakes his leg until the scalpel works free and clatters to the ground, then he kicks out and catches T. Simon in the flank with the the blunt rigidity of his thick boots and then throwing himself at them both. The trio becomes a writhing mass of dusky intent, punching and biting and raising a rainbow of bruises and swimming one the tide of caliginity, understanding in a shining moment of darkest clarity that they are made for each other,fated by destiny to to hate each other, a kismesisitude written in the stars set glimmeringin the black. ==>
