Sollux's heart was racing a mile a minute. Clenching his fists at his sides, his face held none of his fear, none of his pain. He would not waver in the eyes of his captors. He knew that the auctions would start and be over in a heartbeat. He couldn't hesitate, he couldn't make a mistake. He could not be a fool. Stick to the plan. As his bandaged eyes turned skyward, he watched as the covering to the room he was in slowly parted, revealing clear skies above. His eyes swept over the other slaves in their separate lines and he wondered what they were thinking, what they were feeling. Sollux remained eerily calm. He had thought that he would lose his composure, but it seemed that moment of weakness that he had allowed himself in the enclosure, on his own, had done him a world of good. He was more clear headed than ever and that was what he needed to. He kept his fists clenched and at his sides and then readied himself for the moment they would be raised up on the stage. Only one thought crossed his mind: Thith ith all Aradia'th fault.
TA: that2 a 2tupiid excu2e kk
TA: iif you diidnt want two hang out that2 all you had two 2ay
CG: IM NOT MAKING EXCUSES
TA: you could have at lea2t told me the truth iin2tead of makiing up a stupiid liie
CG: SOLLUX YOU NOOKSNIFFING
TA: ii mean ii gue22 the fact that iim your mate2priit doe2n't mean anything to you
CG: SHUT YOUR FUCKING CHUTE AND PERK YOUR AURICULAR SPONGE CLOTS
CG: I THINK ARADIA IS MESSING WITH HER TIME SHIT AGAIN
CG: THERES SHIT GOING DOWN CAPTOR
CG: CAPTOR YOU FUCKASS ANSWER ME
CG: CAPTOR
CG: SOLLUX
TA: ii diidnt thiink iit wa2 iimportant
TA: her tiime 2hiit ii mean
TA: ii2 iit?
CG: OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS
CG: HAVE YOU NOTICED THE RIPPLING IN SPACE
CG: ITS PLAIN AS DAY
TA: no
TA: ii havent notiiced any of iit
TA: 2tiill dont 2ee how iit2 iimportant
CG: OF COURSE YOU WOULDNT YOU NOOKSTAIN
CG: GO WASTE AWAY IN YOUR MISERABLE RESPITE BLOCK
CG: ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME
CG: CAPTOR
CG: ...SOLLUX?
- twinArmaggeddons [TA] has ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] -
Guilty. Sollux, once again, felt guilty. It was like an embrace from an old friend. He didn't resent or regret his emotions. He couldn't. Those emotions brought him Karkat and brought him a feeling he thought he would never have, never have a right to have. But he did miss the simplicity of apathy. The cool white that he envisioned it to be. He missed the way it held him and rolled him along through life. It was easy when he was apathetic. It was easy for him to take the world and what it threw at him when she wasn't feeling anything toward the results. Sollux loved apathy and he loved the good emotions he felt with Karkat, but he couldn't have them both, he could only have one or the other. Sollux had given up apathy so he could live happily and function well with his matesprit. Yet, it was moments like this, that he would welcome apathy back with open arms.
This was ridiculous. Frustrated, he stared at the hives in front of him, willing it to be calm. The air was rippling as if with extreme heat. This was wrong.
Sollux had thought that maybe it would be difficult to become apathetic again, but it hadn't. It had taken maybe two seconds really. He had been open and feeling and emotive when he was in his room. The moment the stage had started to rise, though, apathy swarmed over him and encircled him. It became him. It seeped into him. And for the first time in weeks, Sollux felt...confident. He could do this. He could face whatever it was that he had to face in this world. He could do it and he could do it with his head held high. Why? Because she was apathetic. He would be a slave and he knew he would be a slave and why wallow over that fact? Why be sad about his slavery when he knew it was coming all this time?
His eyes adjusted to the light and he looked around as far as he could see. A marketplace. They were in a marketplace. Well, this was going to be fun. Sollux's jaw set and he clenched his fists, aware of how warm it was and how sticky the heat was. His eyes looked around at the other slaves and he spotted Genetrix first, his eyes locking on her form and pressing reassurance toward her as if it were some solid object she could grasp and hold and draw strength from.
He heard the laughter behind him. The slavers. They were like leeches in this awful place. "Going to miss your matesprit, lover boy? Why don't you get that stick out of your ass, and then you'll actually be worth something?"
"I can't wait to see your face when I sell that pretty little whore of yours. We'll make it slow. Just for you." Sollux's teeth ground together. No one ever spoke about his friends like that and got away with it. True, he'd only known Genetrix for a week, but... Turning on the group of Slavers that were gathered now, he sized them up. They were bulkier than him, there was no doubt about it and Sollux wasn't exactly the tallest guy standing in this group. But he was fast and agile while they were slow and bulky. He could hit them and duck back faster than they could get a hold on him. And he would...if his hands hadn't been tied. Glaring now, he stood tall, watching them all. "Don't talk about her like that, you thtupid fuck!" He snapped out viciously. He was slapped hard across the face, pushed like a twig to the ground.
"You little fucker. Piece of shit." He picked Sollux up by the collar of his shirt, looking him in the eyes. "You're going to be the first to learn your lesson. And you can think to yourself, you did this. You picked fights with the wrong people, slave. Remember that."
Instead of crumbling as he so desperately wanted to, Sollux stood firm. Sollux thought back to his matesprit and tried to convey some semblance of what he was feeling through his thoughts and time. His mind caught the glint of his rare smile and a calm settled over him. These shifts in emotions were making Sollux's head spin and his stomach clench. The calm had become a memory of soothing happiness when had he smiled for him. That alone made Sollux know that regardless of what happened it would be okay. It would be okay because he was able to find that love, live that love, and have that love for as long asshe possibly could. Not many people could say they had that. People had years and decades to find that kind of love and even after all that time a good majority of them never did find it. Sollux had and it was his and it would always be his. It was an unfortunate trick of fate for him to have to lose it so quickly after finding it. But it wasn't really losing it, was it? If it would always be his, then he wasn't actually ever going to lose it.
Then the shouting start. Sollux blinked, jarring himself from his thoughts long enough to realize he had to move. He jumped off the pedestal and sprinted, not quite sure where he was going. Pure terror was racing through him as he ran, hopefully in the direction of the outlands to get somewhere safe. Where was the apathy and the calm and the happiness? The horror he felt raking his body was on par with the horror he felt the first time he'd gotten here. His feet pounded against the ground, his legs carrying him swiftly toward his destination, and his brain slowly kicked into gear - whirring as he thought up a plan. Get these ropes off, get out of the city, run off and look for a way back home. It wasn't the best plan, but it was a plan. With this set in his mind, Sollux hurried in the direction of an alley. He was almost there, ten feet maybe, when something reached out and grabbed the back of his neck. Sollux let out a howl and his hands flailed to reach at the wrist of whoever was grabbing im. Pain went up his spine as he was flung backward and his back collided with the hard ground. His eyes widened as his attacker loomed over him.
"D-dualthscar?" He stood over him, leering, as he crawled backward on his elbow, the pain in his spine throbbing. There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, recognition, smugness, his fingers grazing over Sollux's face and yanking the thin covering over his eyes. "NO!" His breath caught in his throat and panic gripped him like a vice. This was fear. This was real fear. Covering his face with his hands, he let loose a frustrated cry of despair and frustration, not knowing what else to do. Yeah, he was pretty much fucked. "Move." His voice was forceful and strong, but it was nothing like what he felt inside. He felt like a worthless piece of shit. He pushed against Dualscar, but he still couldn't move him. What was going on? Panicking slightly at his obvious weakness, he stared at him hopelessly, helplessly. "Let me go..."He whispered painfully, brokenly. However, when that didn't work, Sollux fell to his knees in a heap, nearly losing his composure.
"612 for you, Slave."
Yo! Split here obviously.
Anyways. This is my first true fanfic! True meaning Ive wrote others before but they sucked balls and arent really worth mentioning.
Genetrix is the Dolorosa. Genetrix means Ancestress in Latin and its a very pretty word I think at least.
Please review. Point out typos. Tell me what you thought was shit
Until next time! Split out~