They were just a couple of kids, not even six sweeps old. Eridan Ampora, that one dork of a sea dweller who held a fascination with magic, wizards... writing, and Sollux Captor, the geek who "knew all the code2."
These two were the best of friends. If someone were to not know any better, they would assume the duo to have been that of a moirallegiance. Whoever that someone might have been, they would be devastatingly incorrect. They were best friends, nothing more... Right?
Today was going to be the day in which Eridan would show his friend his writings. He wrote in a royal purple journal, a hardback, book-like journal adorned with red and blue sequins that none other than Sollux himself was responsible for. A thick silky yellow ribbon served as a place holder in his book, it was made this way on purpose- they made it together.
Eridan made it his duty to write in his journal damn near religiously in purple ink, god he loved the color purple. His words were always so full of this power and emotion. He wrote his pain, his sorrow, his anger, his fury, and his joy into this book. He cried into it, and made the tears into songs. He laughed with joy, capturing it like wings of a moth, and transformed them into poetry. He hated life at times, but yet he still found a way to make those clenched fists change his fury into something beautiful.
Two and a half sweeps ago, the young man had promised that when he finished filling the pages he would read aloud what it contained to his dear friend. It was necessary to be honest- if it wasn't for Sollux's support, Eridan would never have even gained enough confidence to keep writing. They pinky promised on it anyways, and you just don't break a promise under the serious terms and conditions of a pinky promise.
Soon, the book was open, his body nestled next to Sollux in a large red blanket. And thus he read to him. Sollux enjoyed every moment of Eridans wavy and watery words, they were a comfort to him until they had fallen asleep beside one another.
Years passed, conversations dissipated, a beautiful friendship grew apart and bitter feelings replaced what had once been so serene. Eridan never forgot his journal though, he thought of its contents often. He would think back to the day he had gifted it to Sollux, and he would remember everything about that day too. He remembered even the small things like the clean smell of the books pages, but most of all he remembered the sparkle in Sollux's red and blue eyes when he learned he would get to keep it.
The yellow ribbon is what he would think about the most... he had made sure to strategically insert the journals silky place holder on a certain page, with a certain poem. This was done in hopes that it would become the first page Sollux would open the journal to. This was the page meant to change everything- He wondered if the lowlife had even bothered to read it. . .