AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey guys! It's uh, me.
It's been a bit since I've updated this fic, huh? Well, here it is!
(Once again this is copied over at AOW and that's my account, too, so pleASE no reporting!)
Here's another bit of Erisol and all. Basically anxiety-induced Eridan is a mood and I'm livid.
Let's goooooooooooo
-Wirogmaraf
It had been several weeks since the incident at Terezi's house, and Eridan still found himself unable to push the guilt aside.
Every morning he woke up next to Feferi, with her luscious hair fanned onto her pillow and a small smile brightening her lips. Every morning he'd take her hand and wake her up with a kiss on the nose in order to see that happiness in her eyes and the rosiness on her cheeks. It was always the highlight of his day, just to see her alive and happy as always.
He hadn't hurt her yet.
He'd pull her into his chest and run his fingers through her soft hair because he just loved how she'd relax even more when he'd do that.
He loved her, he just did. There was no reason for him not to, and maybe that's why he felt so bad every morning.
Every morning, he couldn't help but remember the sun shining in his eyes, burning through his head as he hid under the blankets that certainly weren't his. He constantly felt his arms around him, and the warmth that he came with. He felt his kiss on his lips when he would kiss her. He lingered with him, even when she was all he had and all he needed.
He needed to tell her.
"Feferi," he whispered to her.
She looked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yes?"
Her eyes. Her eyes were so easy to get lost in, for they were perfectly aqua colored, and they held her in them. His heart stopped as he looked at her, as if he had never seen her before. Then, like every single morning, he let go of the thought and said, "I love you."
She smiled again, and he absolutely melted. She never had the right to be so pretty. "I love you, too."
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "I love you... but I've got to go to work. I promised I'd come in slightly early today to help with this huge project, and-"
"-It's okay," she cut him off. "Go ahead. Have a nice day, okay?"
He forgot how to talk for a moment. After all those years, she still left him breathless. "…Okay. You too."
He meant it.
He then proceeded to plant one more kiss on her forehead before getting up, getting dressed, then heading out the front door, far too much on his mind.
Like every morning, as soon as he got in his car, he glanced down at his phone. There were still no notifications from him, and in a way, that was probably for the best. No more further lying, no more hiding up, no more terrible guilt.
A few months and then tell her.
He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. After a bit, he opened them and stared at his number. Like every day, he let his finger rest over the "call" button. He then closed the tab and turned off his phone, leaning back against the car seat.
Maybe he had completely forgotten about him. Maybe that passion wasn't emotional at all. Maybe he was never even real.
He felt a bit of pain when he realized it was completely plausible that he had truly wanted nothing to do with him, or that Eridan was just a speck in his memory. He felt a pulling at his chest as he thought of that.
Then again, it was possible that he lingered over the "call" button every morning, too.
Fuck that. It was time for work. He started the car and rolled down the windows slightly, putting on the radio, hoping that music could overpower his unnecessary thoughts. Romance could wait.
But who would even call such a thing "romance"?
His work day was slightly more busy than average, though his "average" was what some would call a "mental breakdown point". He had occasionally gotten texts from Feferi, asking him where he had put something, or how he was doing, or just a text reminding him that she loved him. It distracted him in more ways than one, for even seeing her name sent a wave of guilt through him.
Hell, he couldn't even think of his girlfriend without being reminded of him.
Long story short, he had spent the entire day working and overthinking the little things, such as when his car's next oil change was, or if he still had his house keys on him. It was to distract himself, sure, but it was hard to not get distracted from the distractions.
He glanced at the clock after staring at a computer screen for a "few" hours, editing a coworker's manuscript.
It was half past seven.
He changed the formatting for the citations and logged out of the computer, leaving the workplace for the day.
As he stepped out, he called Feferi, as usual.
Everything was going "as usual", every day getting painfully more average as the last.
"Hi!" she picked up after a couple of rings, voice as cheery and smooth and perfect as always. He smiled to himself, because how lucky could one be?
"Hey…" he hesitated. "I just got out of work. How's it going?"
She hummed to herself through the phone. "It's going alright. I've got to stay after hours today, large project."
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, nodding to nobody. "Oh, okay." He scanned the street before asking, "Is there anything you want me to do for you?"
She laughed, and he froze because she was too freaking cute. "Actually, yes."
"Alright, what is it? I'd…" his voice trailed off.
"You'd what?"
He clicked his tongue, feeling as if he was an awkward freshman talking to his crush. "I'd do anything for you, I'm saying."
"Oh, well same." he could hear her charming smile through the receiver. "I love you."
"Yeah, and I love you, too. And what is it exactly you want me to do?"
"Getting to that," there was a pause. "I just forgot that we ran out of printing paper back at home. Do you mind going to the store and maybe grabbing a pack or two? I'm going to have to print some things this upcoming week and, you know, you can't really print on napkins."
He exhaled sharply. "I get it, and I'll do just that." For some reason, her work place lacked a printer, which happened to be extremely inconvenient, unsurprisingly.
"Thanks! I've got to get going now, but I'll see you tonight."
"'See you tonight, Fef."
"I love you, Eridan."
And before he could quite respond, she hung up. He was left with a tone ringing in his ear. "I love you too…" he muttered to the empty line before hanging up and shoving his phone back in his pocket.
He collected his stuff and shoved it in the back seat of his car before getting in the driver's seat and heading to Staples.
His breathing was a bit shallow, but that might have just been from talking to Feferi. She always did that to him. Or maybe it was just the stress from work getting from him. He had way too many thoughts running through his mind. He went down the list, making sure he had done everything that his boss had asked him to do. Overthinking things like that wasn't exactly a healthy thing to do, but since when was anything healthy?
Before he really knew it, he arrived at Staples. It helped that there was little to no traffic since it was way past afternoon rush-hour, so he wouldn't have to worry for too long.
He closed off his mind and stepped out of his car, locking the doors. Leaning against the dashboard for a split second, he breathed in the cool night air, trying his best to relax. However, "relaxing" isn't always the easiest thing to do. He hadn't been able to relax properly since before the whole situation happened.
After a full minute went by and he decided that there was no use in trying, he opened his eyes and headed inside.
Paper, paper, paper, paper.
He kept his head down and walked as quickly as possible to the paper aisle. It wasn't an extremely anxiety-inducing thing, buying printing paper, but he was still freaking out a bit in his mind. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying his best to push any thoughts away that happened to be about him.
He should have stopped thinking about him weeks ago. They weren't even supposed to know each other. He had Feferi, and life was great.
Oh life was so great!
His inner voice sped up and thoughts seemed to crowd around him like gnats. It was almost too much. He started walking faster, eyes still on the ground, wondering where the fucking paper aisle was.
All of a sudden, he ran head on into someone, knocking him back to reality. "Oh shit, sor-" He cut himself off when he saw exactly who that 'someone' was.
Sollux.
All he could hear was ringing. His head started hurting suddenly, and he forgot how to breath exactly. All he found himself able to do was to stare at him, throat closing up.
"…Eridan?"
He choked. "Uh, huh, yeah."
He didn't respond, just looked away slowly. There was a solid minute where neither of them spoke. Awkward silence seemed to fill the entire store before Sollux scoffed and muttered, "You know, out of all the places I'd think I'd see you, Staples has never been one of them."
"Feferi… paper…" was all he got out.
"Your girlfriend needs paper?"
He nodded, mouth still agape and heart still in shock.
"Well that's fair enough, I guess."
"Yeah…" he clenched his teeth together. "Do you know where it is? Printing paper?"
"Oh, the paper. What size?"
"8.5 by 11, if I remember correctly."
He nodded and lead him to a separate aisle. Eridan held his breath, because none of this could be real. He watched him search the shelves with concentration, still finding himself amazed at the level of concentration he could put into something so small as to finding paper. "Specific brand?"
"Uh… no. Just, anything that's that size I suppose."
"Alright then, here," he picked up a couple of packets. "I'll pay for it."
"What?! No, no you don't have to, I swear! It's really okay," alarms went off in his head for some reason. He was just a… stranger helping out another stranger with a small deed such as buying inexpensive printing paper. He grabbed his arm as if to stop him from going anywhere, but then let go once he realized how warm he was.
People give off body heat. It's not something to think about. Stop it.
"Trust me, it's alright." He started walking to the front of the store, Eridan close behind.
"Sollux, I…" his name felt a little too comfortable on his tongue. "…It's fine, I swear. I appreciate the gesture, but you really don't have to!"
"Don't worry about it," he smiled to himself.
He opened his mouth but then caught the small smile playing on his lips. He suddenly couldn't speak anymore and decided it was a good idea to not protest.
He stood behind him, head down, as he paid a scrawny looking teen for it. "Have a nice night," the kid said in a naisly voice, as if he had ten hours of homework back at his house, which was entirely possible.
The two walked out together, not saying anything. The nightly breeze blew through Eridan's hair as he lead him to his car silently. He unlocked the backseat, took the paper, and threw it on top of a growing pile of printed out emails and manuscripts.
"Damn," Sollux whispered to himself. "What do you work as?"
He laughed uncomfortably. "Do you really want to know?"
"Maybe?"
He nodded vaguely. "Something really boring, let's leave it at that. And stress inducing."
"Got it. Boring and stress inducing, sounds like the perfect job."
Eridan slapped him lightly on the arm, once again surprised at his warmth.
The two of them stood in awkward-ish silence again, leaning against the car door. Eridan let himself fade away into his mind once again, pushing away all strange thoughts and questions. It felt weird to be next to him again, fully sober in a nearly empty parking lot at nearly eight at night. But in a way, it felt sort of nice. It was a beautiful night, and it could be a bit romantic if…
No. No it couldn't be romantic. How would it be? Why would it be? They had sex once when they were both completely wasted, that's not any reason to have feelings for someone. They didn't even know each other.
Screw endorphins!
Eridan suddenly snapped back to reality and said a little too loudly, "I thought you forgot."
He laughed. "You thought I forgot? About what?"
He shrugged, not really wanting to say it out loud. "You know…" he cleared his throat and rolled his eyes. "Terezi's house. That whole dilemma." In a way, he sort of hoped that Sollux hadn't forgotten. He hoped that he had been repeating the entire encounter in his head the same way that Eridan had. He hoped he had stared at his phone, wondering exactly what to do every single day like he did. He hoped that the memory never left his head, so that maybe he wouldn't be suffering through the guilt completely alone.
Sollux swallowed and looked down. "Of course I haven't forgotten."
His heart caught in his throat. "How so?"
"How so what?"
He hesitated. "…How so have you not forgotten?" He caught his eyes and he was once again falling deeper into them. "How often do you remember?"
"Why are you asking?" he questioned sharply.
He found honesty to be the best policy. At least he could be honest somewhere, even if it was just a parking lot outside of a Staples. "Because I remember often. I think about it… a lot."
He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice. "I have a feeling that you want me to say that I can't stop thinking about you." He looked up at the stars. "That I can't go an hour without wondering where you are, that I wish that I was a bit more sober so I could remember a bit more."
Eridan shivered a bit. It was cool outside. "And?"
"And that's all true… but I won't say it." He looked down from the sky to his shoes.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like it, obviously."
He looked away, swallowing. "Yeah, neither do I." He tried to find what to say, and all he got out was, "I also wonder… what really, uh, happened."
He shifted. "I think you know fully well what really happened."
His heart started beating way too fast. "That's not what I mean. I mean, I wish I could remember better… you…" He tried his best to quickly find a way to explain what he wanted to say. "I wish I could recall exactly what you did, if that makes any sense," he added on, in case it didn't.
"Well what do you remember?"
He turned quickly back to him so that they were both facing each other. He hadn't realized how close they actually were in the first place. "What do you mean?"
"Tell me what you remember from that whole thing. I'm just curious."
"Oh," he broke eye contact. "I remember that you and I were talking and drinking. You told me about your eyes and…" he looked back at him and his voice trailed off. He hated how just one look in his eyes made his heart stop.
"And?"
"And I really liked them. I really do. I, uh, think about them." He felt Sollux take his hands and he became breathless again. Even just his touch against his palm made him crazy.
"Continue."
"We were talking and then started kissing because the lighting was really, really nice. Then there was this bed and there was much more kissing, and then I remember how you felt-" he cut himself off and looked down. He felt dizzy. It was all a bit confusing, honestly. He was trying his best to not spill the details he explicitly remembered, because saying them out loud would make them real.
But did he want them to be real?
"-Your lips were soft, I know that. I know that so was your hair. So was your touch."
"Explain."
"Why?"
"Please?"
He didn't want to say no, so he just continued, eyes still on the ground. "Once we were in the bed, you had your hands under my shirt and the feeling was so warm yet cold and it made me crazy. I wish it didn't, but your lips were so intoxicating and you-" he was cut off when Sollux placed his hands on his hips all of a sudden.
"This okay?"
"Uh…" he swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good."
"Continue."
"Okay, so, um, that whole thing had happened. Then your shirt was gone and then eventually mine and I was really attracted to you, which I don't know is wrong or not. You were on top of me and it was…" his voice trailed off once again, and was replaced with a sort of sigh. The other had put a hand under his shirt and was trailing his fingers along his side. The cool air was suddenly too humid.
"Just tell me to stop."
He shook his head. "Don't stop."
"Then why'd you stop talking?"
He tried his best to shoot him a dirty look, but realized he couldn't really move once he saw the smirk on his lips. He decided to keep going, "You were on top of me and there was a lot of feeling. A lot of sensations. Clothing kept coming off because it kept feeling too tight, I think, and everytime something would come off it felt very, uh, good. Then things started happening and it hurt at first and then it didn't, I guess. That's the majority of what I remember."
"Good," his voice was low, and it made his heart flutter. His other hand started trailing his side and shivers went down his spine.
Eridan finally looked up at Sollux. His face was a bit flushed, but who was he to tell? Feeling as if he should do something in return, he put his hands up on his shoulders, playing with the fabric of his shirt. He stared at his lips for some unknown reason. He tried to recall what they felt like against his own, but it wasn't the easiest sensation to remember.
It wasn't the easiest thing to recognize you want to remember, either.
He was so close. Eridan could feel his breath against his own, and he suddenly couldn't think. The world was tuned out and all that mattered was this stranger in front of him. His thoughts finally dispersed, giving him relief from the stress he had put on himself throughout the day, thank God.
Who knows what just one look can do. All he wanted to do was kiss him.
Their lips. Their lips were practically touching. They were an inch apart, and all it would take was one turn of a head. There was a sort of tender tension that hung in the air, however. It was different than when they were drunk. There was hesitation and wonder, as if neither of them wanted to actually take the risk because Hell, there's no going back after that. Once it would happen, they would both recognize their individual faults which would eventually come with haunting guilts.
But how else are you supposed to find out?
"Can I?" Sollux whispered to him.
Eridan nodded.
Before he knew what was happening, they had locked lips. A wave of shock yet pleasure went through him. He went limp in his arms, letting his guard down completely.
His lips were soft, sure, but they were just so hypnotizing. He didn't know what he was expecting, but what he felt definitely wasn't it. Everything seemed okay for a split second. The world was completely at peace, which is strange if you think about it. He lent all his trust to a guy he didn't even know because he made everything go away. There was no stress, no problems, no girlfriend.
He felt a hand go up to rest on his jawline, causing more chills to flow through his body. The world had closed around the two of them, and all thoughts were lost. It all felt so delicate. When they were drunk, Eridan remembered the loss of shame, how all common sense was lost and therefore replaced with instinct. But in that moment, it was quiet, soft, and soothing. It was comforting.
It was terrifying.
Little did he know, Sollux had the same impression of the whole situation.
He had previously remembered the feeling of holding the other close, and had been constantly wondering if that feeling came from his lack of soberness. He had questioned if the beating in his chest came from his alcohol consumption or the one standing in front of him. However, his answer was practically painted on the inside of his eyelids.
It was absolutely horrifying.
The two leaned back slowly, opening their eyes only to stare at the gravel covering the parking lot. Their suspicions were unfortunately correct, which made the both of them feel sick. Eridan dropped his hands from his shoulders and mumbled, "That was nicer than I thought it would be."
He nodded. "Mhm."
"I mean…" he hesitated, trying to find what exact words to use. "I thought it would be good but not exactly, um, nice." He looked up at him, catching his eyes and falling into them again as if they were pools of honey.
"I get it," he responded sadly. "Like in a way you hope that nothing would really happen because, obviously." They stood in silence for a solid minute, staying as still as possible, trying to register what had happened. The sky was dark and the only light they had were the flickering overheads. It wasn't easy to think in the dark. Finally, Sollux decided to speak up again.
"But hey, at least we know we have feelings," he laughed. "I mean, how stupid would it be if we realized that we only found each other hot under the influence?"
Instead of answering the question, Eridan just changed his tone. "You think I'm hot?"
He broke eye contact, a little surprised at the sudden change of conversation. "I mean, yeah. I guess." Eridan didn't respond, so he just continued. "You just are, you know? Like-" he was suddenly remembered of his thoughts during their first encounter, and took his hands in his- "you're a freakin' king. What, with all these rings?" he smiled. "And you've got this way of just going with the flow of everything, which is literally perfect." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Your hair, too."
"My hair?" he scoffed.
"It's really soft!" he cried just for the humor of it. "Even when it's messy, even when you have just woken up, it's just so attractive." He put a hand on his face, and things had become intimate again. "And your freckles. They're barely there, but they're cute. They complement your eyes really well, which I know is a random thing to say, but it's true. Then there's your fucking hipster glasses…" he rolled his eyes before adjusting them on the bridge of his nose. "I'm stupidly attracted to you."
Eridan giggled before reclosing the distance between the two of them. He accepted the sensations running through his body, even though he knew he would regret it a moment after. He began to accept it all, even the hand through his hair, the hand under his shirt, and the hand eventually against the small of his back that seemed to be his only support in life, for he was completely weak in the knees.
He even accepted it when he found his back being pinned to the car door.
It was all so distracting, and right from wrong was mixed. All he was doing was going with his instinct, trying his very best to follow along. The kiss grew tougher as the seconds went by, as the two of them got more into it.
It's easy to get lost in the touch of a stranger.
Sollux had eventually pulled back and started (lightly) kissing his neck, trying to not make any bruises. The less evidence that was left, the better. But still, adrenaline ran through his veins and it was hard to keep the kisses soft. He found a junction between his neck and jaw and focused on it, causing Eridan to let out a sort-of hum.
Then it all came flooding back to him.
His hum, it echoed in his head. It stung and floated around in there like a bug. He recalled his vague memory of those hums turning into moans as the night went on, and suddenly, he needed to hear them again. He was curious on how his pleasured voice sounded on sober ears, and the thought of that plagued his mind until he mastered the courage to give him one last kiss on the lips and then lean back slightly.
He stared at his lips, contemplating his own rushing thoughts.
Eridan smiled sadly. "What?"
He took a moment before responding, trying to decide what exactly to say. Unable to properly express the way he felt, he just summed it up in a quick sentence.
Voice low, he said, "I need you."
Eridan almost choked. No. This couldn't be real.
Yet as far as he could tell, it was the realest thing that had ever happened to him.
He froze for a minute, feeling shivers go down his spine, before saying (to both of their surprise), "then have me."
He scoffed. "Where?"
"-Backseat."
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
No. "Yeah." His brain had logged off. "I mean, where else?"
He shrugged. "Fair enough. Let's go."
Eridan nodded, swiveled away from him, and threw open the door. As soon as the two of them were inside, he slammed it shut and turned to him. "Now we...?"
Sollux didn't meet eye contact. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, "I assume we figure things out. See what we really want." He finally looked at him and said, "I think we should just start again where we left off."
He nodded slowly, trying his best to not make anything more awkward than it already was. He leaned in closer to him once again, and held his breath. Once again, the other closed the minute distance. He felt his eyes close and a smile forming on his lips. Even just one kiss could save him.
The pace picked up again, and all there was was touch. Fingers tracing skin, hands through hair, lips against collarbones (and the hums). He could basically feel the dopamine running through his blood, warming up his core with excitement and curiousity. It left him wanting more.
He had somehow found his way onto his lap, which was a little awkward positioning due to the fact that they were in the backseat of a car (but they made it work). Before either knew what was happening, they were holding each other so tightly that to an onlooker, it might have seemed like they were trying to mesh their bodies together into one. Thankfully, there were no onlookers.
He felt the other's hand go up his shirt, causing a few shivers down his spine. It all seemed so... real. Real as in the sense that it was all a lucid dream. He pulled back and threw off his glasses because they were getting in the way. He didn't hesitate to dive right back in.
At one point or another, his shirt came off. The cold air hit him and he suddenly felt exposed. It was rather embarrassing to have so much skin showing in front of a stranger, but said stranger really didn't seem to mind. Instead, he just ran his hands up his torso and what the fuck.
Eridan felt his heart and mind racing each other. He fell easily into his control, reminding himself to breathe between kisses and groans so that he wouldn't pass out.
Eventually Sollux had lost his shirt, too, and the two of them were left staring at each other blankly. Hearts pounding, breath heavy, thoughts of reasoning and confusion threatening to come out, yet still locked away. They stared at one another like the stranger wasn't even human. They each saw threat in the corresponding other, yet also recognized a sort of trust.
Yes or no?
"What now?" Eridan broke eye contact.
"Your choice."
He returned to keeping his gaze steady. He considered all the doubts in his mind, and desperately tried to swat them away.
This was a stranger, he could use his weakness against him and turn him into someone he didn't want to be. He could be doing it all on purpose. He could have been plotting his plan since the beginning.
But, why? Wouldn't such a person have made his mark already?
Consider this, Sollux will become obsessed with him and will begin following him everywhere. He'll need to address a restraining order to keep him away, and all Hell would break loose.
Eridan, stop being so full of yourself.
Or the worst option: Nothing would go wrong.
He'll find solitude and hope in his eyes and suddenly dopamine won't matter and Feferi won't be real and all that will be left is this stranger whose name sounds like a curse and whose eyes reflect stars. All that will be left will be him, his temptations, and this foreigner to his mind.
He couldn't answer to that thought.
But still, he wondered. He wondered so hard what it would be like exactly, to have his lips everywhere and to feel his skin and exactly how he looked and-
He regretted his future choices before he even "decided".
He wanted desperately to say no, yet his curiosity sparked him and shocked him to the point of no return. It would be lame to stop there. He had to try him out, just once. One time out of wonder then never again out of fear.
And with that, he opened his own Pandora's Box by crashing their lips together once again. He felt it all escape, all the demons, all the confusion, all the hatred packed up inside of his Box of a mind. They flew around his head and circled the two of them so close that he wanted to pull Sollux in closer and closer to get farther away from these devils.
He felt dizzy, as if he was getting intoxicated on this stranger. He tasted like honesty, like comfort, like two sides to an unknown story that was folding out between the two of them.
Clothes were too tight for comfort.
It barely hurt in ratio to the pleasure.
It was almost too much, yet never enough.
These evil thoughts circled him as he realized that none of his memories had been a fantasy. They were real, but faded. The ones he was currently making were never to fade.
He knew that he was making mistakes, and he was aware on his impact he was doing upon himself. He refused to believe it, sure, but in his belief of denial, he shared his thoughts that there was something to deny.
Even afterwards he refused to take into account the damage he had really done. He was too busy being held and kissed gently by a quiet lover, his skin warm and flushed and his body marked and his questions hesitantly answered.
After a quarter of an hour they threw back on their clothes, kissed goodbye, and hoped that all that had happened was really just a dream.
Eridan drove home, hands still shaky. The traffic lights seemed to mock him for what he had done, the other drivers seemed to know, even the way his reflection looked back at him in disgust proved that he had done wrong.
Was it wrong to like such a thing?
Pulling into the driveway, he checked his clothing and hair, making sure it didn't look like he had just been fucked in the backseat of his own car.
Check clear.
He grabbed his belongings and Feferi's paper, dropping everything the moment he got inside. Feferi still wasn't home yet, and the house was silent. For once, he could hear himself think.
He didn't bother turning on the lights, he just paced slowly around in the dark, thinking about not thinking. After a bit, he realized that it was certainly not worth trying anymore, shook his head, and headed upstairs.
He changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, doing all while refusing a glance in the mirror. He was a pitiful sight to see anyways.
He laid in bed for a while, trying to close his mind from everything he had dragged himself through. Even when he started getting a headache, even when tears started streaking down his face, even when even breathing turned to sobs, he kept on staring at the ceiling and thinking.
The only thing that brought him out of his daze was a buzz from his phone. He put back on his glasses and squinted at the screen, feeling sick.
Sollux: Lunch next week?
He had to have been hallucinating it all. Nothing was real. The nausea that hit him and the way it got harder to breathe weren't real. Sollux wasn't real.
He had already used up all his brainpower by staring at the ceiling for a solid hour, so he relied solely on impulse. He once again, begged himself to say no. To block the goddamn number and to pretend that nothing ever happened. Unfortunately for him, convincing never works when it's yourself that you're trying to convince.
Eridan: Sure.
He threw his phone back down, began sobbing again, and after running out of tears and consequences for his actions to think over, he promptly set his head down, thought "and here's a problem for another day", and went to sleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Wowsers!
(that was so bad remind me to never say that again)
So yeah, that was that. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are always appreciated. If you want to comment criticism make sure that it's constructive!
Wish me luck on my English final tomorrow.
Cya.
-Wirogmaraf