Derse was nice. Nothing but violet towers and bridges and fellows in snazzy suits wearing very prestigious looking hats. But it was missing something. She wasn't sure what it was, it just didn't feel completely whole.

Prospit was pretty and gold and bright. So motherfucking bright she had to squint the first time she was there with him. The carapaces there were pale looking peeps with colorful outfits all around. No wonder her bro liked it there so much.

There were colors fucking everywhere.

Gracie liked colors too, don't get her wrong. But she liked toned down pastels and shades. Not the fluorescent and neon hues that her brother took pleasure of. All of it just gave her a headache and made her eyes hurt.

So meeting down on the battlefield was a better option for the both of them. It was equal parts black and white with little dots of colorful grass and flowers peppering it's ground. Yes, the battlefield was their stalemate and she was okay with that. So when they were there together, in their purple and yellow pajamas lying down in the grass like a bunch of idiots, she felt okay.

She felt-

Good.

He had taken her glasses again, staring up at the sky and looking at the world through the perception distorting glass of her lenses. And she would laugh and let him and then take them back because she couldn't see. It was just the two of them in this world.

Though there were other Derse and Prospit dreamers, they stayed to their respectful dream worlds and didn't pay mind to the two highblood siblings that would dash off in a flurry and gold and violet. Not that she minded. She was okay with it just being them, that was how Gracie liked it best

When it was just her and her bro.

"Hey, sis. Check this shit out."

The sound of his voice broke her from her thoughts and she looked over to see him fiddling with some flowers, weaving their stems into each other until he was holding a little crown and he had the most pleased fucking grin on his face.

"And what'd you be up and makin' that miracle crown for, Gam?"

"Because a miracle sis deserves herself a crown, motherfucker."

It was their moments like these where she found herself at her happiest. Where her hair would be full of flowers and her face full of smiles. It was the moments like these that she forgot they lived in a world of carnage and slaughter.

It was here, between the dream worlds, that she truly felt blessed. And she thanked the Messiahs for dropping her life pulse into a body that found it's way to him.

She was looking up to the clouds, searching in the puffy masses what pictures would unfold for her. She saw things in the clouds, things she sometimes told her bro about and others she didn't. It was weird, but she believed she could see the future in those clouds. So whenever she was sure her bro had spaced out enough to not notice her silence, she would turn her ganders to the sky and search for whatever events she would get her gandering on.

She found a particularly fluffy cloud and a sinking feeling filled her gut. The fluffy ones always held bad news. And this one was the fluffiest shit she's seen in sweeps. She stood up slowly, careful not to arouse her brother from his trance, and flew up to the puff mass. She always saw better up in the sky than down on the ground.

The cloud was blank for a moment until it began to unfold it's disaster from within. It was a bit blurry, then again they all were, but she could make out her fellow highblood. What the hell was that sea-dweller doing with a wand?

Whatever he was doing, he look pissed. But he has been a bit saltier than usual after his break up with Feferi. Shit! She did not just use a pun! No. That most definitely did not happen.

Okay so maybe she had a pale crush on Ampora. Who the fuck said she couldn't? She could see his and Feferi's diamond failing from a million miles away and holy shit if it didn't make hers grow a little bit brighter whenever she saw him. With his stupid hipster fishy ways and his strange love for the hemospectrum.

Okay, Gracie. Stop it.

She floated back down to the ground, a part of her pan frying up the thought of if Eridan was awake or not. Would it hurt to go check?

After checking to make sure she wasn't disturbing her bro, she shot off towards her respective dream planet, making it there in no time at all. Distance didn't seem to matter to her, it was like she was just teleporting to places.

No time to dwell, unless it was a sea dweller. Haha.

Yeah, that one was bad.

She checked out Eridan's tower, and grinned at seeing his coon empty. Yes! he was awake! Now she just had to find him.

It wasn't hard at all. Eridan was a creature of habit, and habit was after a break up, he would go sulk on the tallest building he could find. So she found him at the palace atop the tower, his knees drawn up and a frown on his face that had her shooting diamonds for the bastard. It didn't take long for him to notice her as she landed and sat down next to him. All he did was ask in that strange accent of his, "What do you want?"

"Shit, can't a sis just be visitin' a good bro after he gone up and had his diamond shatter into a bunch of stardust bits?"

He grimaced at her lingo, almost like it hurt just hearing it as he huffed. "Can't you talk in any other way than how your shit-stain brother does?"

She ignored the insult and set her grin back on her face, nudging her lenses up higher on her nose.

"C'mon, Eribro. Don't need to be treating a motherfucker like garbage. 'specially when they up and wantin' in on what he and his fuchsia blooded ex had."

Okay that caught his attention and he was looking at her with this sort of shock expression. Like he was surprised she could be so bold in asking to be pale. Or that she even brought it up in the first place.

"Wait. Are you serious? You're being serious aren't you?"

"Serious as a motherfucker's hemopusher giving out on 'em."

"Look, Gracie, I appreciate the offer. But it's a little..soon. Don't you think?"

She figured and it hurt a little to know she couldn't have her fishy bro just yet. But she's waited this long so fuck it. She can wait longer.

"Nah, I get it. You still achin' up over all this Fef shit. I'm chill with givin' you time. But there's always some wicked pale going on for you in this bitch right here."

She still had that smile on her face, calm and easy and cool to the touch. She looked like the one who had plenty of time on her hands and nothing to do with it all when her brother wasn't taking it up.

And she was willing to wait for him.

Eridan looked down at his feet and picking at his fingers, inspecting his rings before glancing to her. "Thanks..."

"Not a fuckin' problem, Eribro."

Needless to say, the moirallegiance between Eridan and Gracie worked a hell of a lot better than the one he had with Feferi. Gracie was patient when it came to his rants and quick when it came to settling him down. She always had this smile on her face that made his diamond glow all pretty like when he saw it, and when he came to her she welcomed him with open arms and a calming hum. He was still angry at Feferi, but not nearly as much as he probably would have been had it not been for his new moirail. When he brought up the idea of white science, she shot him down into his place right quick telling him that spilling blood when so few of them remained wasn't go to do shit.

She even visited him on LOWAA! She sometimes showed up whenever he called just so he could see her and let off some steam about the others avoiding him and ignoring him. She also pushed him into not killing as many angels as much anymore since they didn't give grist and she liked the way they looked in the sky.

It was when she asked him to do the impossible did he question how good of a moirail he was to begin with.

Gracie trolled him with only a simple message in purple writing.

TC: yo. Get your ass onto LOFAG right quick, eribro.

Land of Fabric and Glow. It was a nice place with soft land scapes that were luminescent against the dark sky that always hung over it. He wasn't sure what it was she wanted, but he hurried his way there anyway and hopped his fishy self through the nearest gate. He found her waiting at the bottom of a mountain, that same little smile on her face. They met up in a pale hug, her giving him a soft pap on the back and his head before they separated and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"This way."

She lead him up the winding trail of the mountain, the semi-hard whatever-type-of-fabric-they-were-walking-on under their feet making it a bit of a struggle but they managed. He realized too late she was leading him to her quest bed. When she sat on the edge and looked at him expectantly, he paused.

"...what?"

"Do it."

"Do..what? Exactly?"

"Kill me."

He still had Ahab's Crosshairs with him in his sylladex, but he couldn't use it on her. Not his moirail. Sure, they made a deal that should they need to they would kill each other, but this didn't seem like that situation.

"Grace, I-"

"Look, Erifin," She cut him off, even using a fish pun to let him know she was serious. "I need to go Godtier, and we up and made us a motherfuckin' oath."

She tilted her head and gave him that smile. God damn that smile. "I'll only be dead for a minute. Then I'll have my ass up and full of life's miracles again and back to being your fuckin' moirail."

She was right. She would be dead for only a minute or two tops, then she would rise up as Godtier and would be alive and immortal on top of it all. He just had to remember that. He had that running through his pan on repeat as he grabbed his rifle from his strife deck.

Only for a minute.

He set Ahab's Crosshairs to it's lowest setting. It wouldn't do her any good going God Tier if her entire body were completely obliterated.

The jewel tip glowed with pent up energy, buzzing and crackling like one of Captor's Psionics. It should have been easy; just a squeeze of the trigger and then a short wait before she was back. He should have been able to do it. But for the first time in ever-

-Eridan hesitated.

He glanced between the gun and his moirail then back again, brows turned up in uncertainty and regret. He almost put the gun away before remembering what she said.

They made an oath.

It would only be for a minute.

The sea dweller closed his eyes tight and then squeezed the trigger. He heard the tell-tale electrical sound of the rifle firing at it's target, and then there was the sickening sound of dead weight hitting stone.

He didn't dare look, turning away from the scene before he opened his eyes again. He should have been used to this, spending sweeps killing Lusii for Feferi should have prepared him for the feeling of culling. Yet this time was different. This time almost felt wrong. This time had his spine tingling and his skin clammy in the worst way possible.

He felt like he was going to be sick. He stumbled a bit down the path, away from the scene of his recently dead moirail, and emptied his stomach behind a bush noisily. That was going to stain.

He wasn't imagining things, it was actually getting brighter. He could see his shadow darkening against the leathery ground and a noise began to fill his ears.

It almost sounded like Ahab's Crosshairs going off again, but not entirely. There was also the distant humming of those strange insects that littered the planet and it was all collecting at the top of the mountain. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to look.

He risked a glance over his shoulder only to full out start staring at the sight. There she was, Gracie, dead as a troll could be without their dreamself, floating in a glowing ball of light and energy. It was encircling her arms and legs, spinning around her in a cyclone until she herself was no longer visible. The ball imploded for a moment before bursting and sending waves upon waves of blinding luminescence across the land. He had to shield his eyes away or risk becoming like Pyrope.

When the light faded, Eridan looked again, only to find his moirail missing from the spot where she had been just a moment ago. In a panic, he flew up the path back to her quest bed, looking around wildly for the girl and calling her name.

"Gracie? Gracie!"

It was the giggling behind him that stopped him from going into a full fledged panic attack. He turned, and there stood the Maid of Space in all her glory and power. A faint violet glow was pulsating around her, evidence of her new abilities no doubt. But the purple lipstick and clown make-up were all too familiar.

His moirail was alive.

"See? What'd I be up and telling you, bro? Just for a motherfuckin' minute."

Her wings fluttered as she touched down and drew him into a pale hug like before, though he held on tighter because holy shit that was scary and he was actually beginning to think he may have lost her.

"Wanna get to gettin' your god tier on, Eridan?" She asked once they pulled but he just waved his arms frantically.

"No! Cod, no. I'm not ready for all that glowy shit. Plus, I don't want you to have to kill me.."

"But we made us a fuckin' oath! You scratched my back I gotta be scratchin' yours!"

A hand to the shorter troll's shoulder took the edge off the frown that had placed itself right up on her face.

"Really, it's fine. We'll be here a while, so what's the rush?"

She still seemed reluctant to let her end of the deal go unpaid for, but she dropped it with a nod. Then the grin was back and she was floating off the ground again with her glittering violet wings behind her. Wonder what those would smell like to Terezi.

"Let's take a fly 'round Fabric and Glow!"

He was in the midst of asking what the hell she was talking about before her arms were around his waist and holy shit he was up in the air no no no this was not okay.

His protests fell on semi-deaf ears as they flew, wind in their hair and Prince clinging tightly to Maid. Eventually she took pity on him once more and set him down near a cotton field, the hill soft and plush under his back when he landed and she joined him.

"That was fun."

"Maybe for you! I was terrified for my damn life, Gracie!" His huff only made her laugh and snort and honk before she papped him and he pulled her against him. She fit against the curve of his body ever so perfectly. He knew they would be staying like this for a while before either someone messaged her or him. Though it would most likely be her.

It would also most likely be her brother.

It still bothered him she called that drugged up creep such a relation, and after reading what it meant in human terms it just made his inside twist up at the idea. But whenever they talked about it, she refused to stop the name-calling on account that that's what Gamzee was to her. In the presence of an absent lusus, the only troll there to raise her would amount to a sort of brotherly status.

Though whether or not Gamzee actually fit that role was still up for debate.

He hasn't realized that they'd dozed off for a nap until his glasses started blinking behind his lids irritably. Who dare disturb such a good pale nap?

Oh, it was Karkat wondering why he wasn't on LOWAA. A quick explanation that he was servicing quadrant time shut the cancer up and left them to themselves again. By then however, Gracie had woken up and stretched and yawned and looked at him with a lazy smile.

"Karbro givin' ya' trouble again?"

"Yeah. Just wondering where I was."

"Aw, shit. My bad, Eribro. Didn't mean to make a motherfucker be up and worryin' with each other. You can get your going back to Wrath and Angels if you be wanting to."

He didn't want to, but he knew better than to test an already upset Karkat. So he heaved himself up and she floated before settling down. Another quick hug and a diamond between their fingers before he was off towards the gate that would lead him back to his planet.

The last hour had been hectic, and he figured maybe a angel culling or two would help him settle the anxiety.

Oh, but Gracie wouldn't want him to.

Maybe he'd just take another nap. Yeah. That sounded good.