Making tea is actually relatively simple. Just put the kettle on the stove, wait for the whistle, and pour the boiling water in with the teabags. Let steep, but not for too long. Equius Zahhak could never understand what was so difficult about this for Aradia Megido. He tried to teach her, really she did, but she always seemed equally inept in the field of tea-making as in the field of advanced robotics. (Also strange, Equius thought, as advanced robotics are not particularly difficult either). He was determined however that she should learn to appreciate the finer things, a peasant of the lowest imaginable caliber though she may be.
Sometimes he would lie awake at night, wondering if it was even possible for one so low on the hemospectrum to learn to make tea without getting burned or setting fire to anything. Maybe it was one of those things, like hoofbeast portraits, that one simply had to be born with an ability to understand and enjoy. She never seemed to much like drinking tea either… but regardless, it was important to him that she learned if they were ever to be together.
She didn't know his feelings, but he did. Her strength of character, her nobility of stature even in light of her pitiful birth; she was a blueblood at heart, whether she knew it or not. She was so royal in taking command of a situation, that Equius would sometimes sweat so hard he would need to wipe himself off with a towel just thinking about it. The delectable way she would show impertinence to those above her… so distasteful, so depraved. He had to teach her to properly make tea, and someday he would even teach her to love fine art. It was an obligation that he choose only a sophisticated matesprit.
Of course, it was difficult to teach her not only the grounds of her lack of born talent, but also due to her apparent hatred of him. She refused to come to his hive except very rarely, and when she did, she was unwilling to be taught. She would not listen to him, as a lowblood should. So disgraceful… so sexy. It was only at very great insistence over the Internet that she one day agreed that she would come the following night.
Equius woke up early, around dusk. He had to make sure that he was ready for the arrival of his trash-blooded love. He placed straightened some of the paintings around his hive, put away some of his more compromising robots, and used a towel to polish his horns to his a dull luster.
Impatient and ready to teach Aradia, he got on his computer in the hopes that his moirail Nepeta would be online. She wasn't, but he decided to write her a quick message anyway. He began trolling her and quickly typed, "D - The peasantb100d will be here very soon," and sent the message. After a moment, he added, "D - I have removed all of my particularly STRONG robots like you said I should. I have also shined more horns." He sent this final message and closed the Trollian client. Would she even receive it or do you only receive messages sent while you are online? He wasn't sure. He was still new to Trollian and Sollux was frustratingly unwilling to explain features of it. Equius attempted to get the yellowblood to talk about it quite often.
Equius moved to the entry chamber of his hive and began pacing back and forth. She was absolutely, undeniably, utterly repulsive. There was nothing at all acceptable about Aradia's bearing, behavior, class, sophistication, personality, or even appearance. He had no excuse to be so in hearts for her. And maybe that was exactly why he was more in hearts than he had ever been before. She fought, she yelled, and she acted exactly as one of her class would be expected too – and Equius loved it. Oh, that only he could be the lowest of the filthy low, and that she could be the blueblood and put him in his… Equius shook his head. These thoughts were wrong and offensive, and unbefitting of his social stratum.
After what seemed an eternity, finally there was a knock at his door. He went over to the door quickly and reached to open, but hesitated at the last moment. Would he do any better at showing her today? Was she corrupting him with her dark-red impurities? Did she have black feelings, not reciprocating his red? Worse, did she really, platonically hate him? He shook his head. He had to keep it together.
His hand met the doorknob and he turned it. He opened the door.
His excitement died when he saw that it was not Megido waiting on the other side.
A/N - My first fanfic. Reviews are always appreciated, even if they just say "u suk dude"! xD I have a five chapter outline laid out - we'll see what actually happens (probably five chapters but you never know). Thanks for reading!
