Title: Half Lives
Genre: Tragedy
Fandom: Homestuck
Character/s: Sollux, Feferi
Pairing/s: SolFef
Rating: K+
Half Lives
Fuchsia clouds billow in front of her, tainting the water a heady, vivid pink. Feferi watched her blood sway with the flow, slowly disappearing into the clear waters of the ocean. It was only then that she notices the gash on her hand, still freely bleeding after she scratched herself with the tip of her trident. She quickly wipes the blood away on her skirt, the color oozing and spreading on the fabric.
The color makes her uneasy.
Sometimes she wishes she wasn't born with the blood color, the blood that distinguishes her from the others, the top tier. The nightmares are even more vivid than the others of her kind, monstrous, twisted, bloodwashed, the thousand screams of every million that her blood has subjugated all those sweeps ringing through her dreams every time she slumbers.
She hates it.
It is the mark of power, of her fate as the ruler of a race that has lasted for millennia. It marks her as someone to be respected, to be worshipped, and to be surrounded in revering whispers even among her peers. It is the taint of life almost-everlasting, the immortality that those below her could not enjoy.
She hates it.
Her thoughts instantly turn to her friends, to Sollux, and she thinks about how it would be if he left her, left her for good because his blood caste can only live a few sweeps, while she has to remain living as long as her blood dictates, all alone.
Fuschia drops scatter across her skin and she realizes that she's crying.
"Hey Fef!" a familiar voice calls out behind her. Sollux jogs towards her, waving.
She quickly hides her injured hand behind her back, wiping her tears on her shoulder and attempts to smile back at him. Sollux finally reaches her, a toothy grin on his face. She strains to imprint his feature into her memory, burning his image into her very core, which even a million years of living cannot erase.
Sollux' grabs her arm "Whoa, did you hurt yourself? Lemme see it" he asks worriedly, inspecting the wound.
She gently pulls her arm away from him and smiles. "It's nothing. I'll live."
"You're weird, ya know that?" he chuckles, taking her hand.
She grins back at him and squeezes his hand tighter.