Eridan: For A Moment Like This

by NaturallyFleeting

I named it after some cheesy song lmao. Eridan awakens from his violent death in Feferi's Arm. He's haunted by his past and afraid of his future. EriFef and TavZee. Rated M because there might be cussing or smut and I need to be cautious.

His sobbing was not soft. It was loud, angry, shrieks. He woke in a panic, a stir of anger and depression and what a doctor would call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The young troll lay on the sand, purple blood dying the sand. It was tragically beautiful, he decided. He couldn't hear or see or do anything but lay there and shriek. It was embarrassing.

Hours Pass

He was conscious now, thank god. He looked up at where he was. It was a beach, yes. This was very easy to observe yes. His name, he could remember. Eridan Ampora. He stared down at this now shirtless body, yes he had not dreamed this. She had done it to him, he was dead and well, he wasn't. Where was he? He felt the stitches, they still were sore, stinging like a million wasps on any one part of his waste.

Minutes Later

He could think now, at least less on the pain. He looked around, still a beach. But there was someone else, her face buried into his chest, a face all too familiar to him. She begged, pleaded for him to be okay. He looked over to her. He felt the movement and smiled as wide as she could, holding him in his arms. He dazed out, cuddling up to her up to her as she sobbed.

An hour goes by

It was Feferi. HIS Feferi, the girl he had loved, desired and wanted for sweeps. She looked at him with those soft eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with every day. Her expression would be difficult to read for most trolls, but Eridan got her. Her eyes showed a rather strange mix of affection, sexual attraction, scorn and contempt.

"Eridan Ampora! I can NOT believe you right now! You've been so ridiculous all this time and now you're hurt and I had to learn how to fix people just for you and," she trailed off for a minute, "I'm happy you're here."

Eridan was an emotional kid and hearing all that, from her mouth, with his wounds. He didn't know anything better than to kiss her. He did, she at first seemed reluctant but then kissed him right back, the months, years, sweeps of antagonism melting away. He held her in his arms kissing her softly, then it came back. His eyes widened and that day flooded into his mind like a hundred rainstorms.