Hey, there.
just wanted to let you guys know (you know, just in case people actually read this poop), that this isn't going to be as... droll as it is now. lol. i'm just introducing the characters, setting up a little bit of shit; you know, all of that crud.
so stick with me, ya dig? c:
ps i'm working on another chapter after this and it's not going to be as boring, i promise. lmao 3 3
pps if you could/would leave crit, i would adore that! i'm trying to develop a bit of a style, and i'd love to know if it comes across as dry as it feels sometimes. lol
Hands remaining at her sides, she stared straight ahead; past him, right out the window behind him.
"Look at me," he demanded, a hand roughly attempting to turn her face with her chin. She fought; struggling not to budge as a thin film of anger gathered at the edges of her consciousness.
Her jaw clenched, her nails bit into the palms of her hands.
"I said," he growled, using her hair as a way to finally get her head to turn the slightest of measurements. "Fuckin' look at me."
She kept her eyes from him. Her lips pressed shut, mind as elsewhere as she could manage.
"Fef."
"No," she broke; voice sharp and full of distaste. "No."
He sucked in a breath; tried to talk again. She wrenched her face from his hand, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Eridan," she interrupted him; keeping her eyes closed. "You know I hate it when you lie to me."
He blinked at her.
She was delusional.
There was no way she could continue to think like that- absolutely no way. He bit down on his lip and looked down at the corner of the room, sitting back down on the bed.
It was no use, arguing with her. She was set in her mind; so thuroughly determined to think that it was all alright, that what had happened was just a rumour.
He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose below where his black-framed glasses rested.
"Fef," he started, keeping his voice calm; made smooth by his accent. "I doubt he lied to me about somethin' quite this serious."
She shook her head quickly, like a petulant child. "No. We weren't gone that long!" Her voice was beginning to become shrill with a mixture of sorrow, anger, and frustration. "And they never mentioned it before to us! No e-mails, no texts, no phone calls- Fuck, Eridan- He's just being an asshole! This is just some kind of cruel joke!" She kicked the foot of the bed, letting her last word drip with venom, volume increasing at the last few syllables. "I can't believe those bastards! They're all so fucking- fucking screwed up! In the head!"
He was up again, reaching for her. "Fef- Fef, no." He grabbed at her shoulders, straightening her and turning her towards him. "You know better than this."
Her russet skin was flushed under his hands, their similar skin tones only broken with the hint of red angry blood beneath. "No, they know better than this!" She didn't strain against his grip, but still glared up at him, tears brought to her eyes from rage causing them to shine more than normal. "They clearly have no decency! No fucking manners! Fuck, they didn't even tell me about Sol-"
"Is he all this is about?" He hissed, interrupting her. For a moment, he glared right back at her; a quick flare of irritation rising up at the back of his head and licking at the back of his eyes with the slight mention of the name. It was quickly quelled after the realisation that no- of course not; she would never be so caught up in something so shallow.
He dropped his hands from her, turning his shamed gaze back to the corner of the room. "Shit, Fef, I'm sorry-" Speech broken by a quick slap, he spat out a quick curse and brought his own hand up to the violated cheek to soothe it, looking back at her. "What the fuckin' hell?"
Her chest heaved with the strain of breathing and sobbing and being angry; her hand still in mid-air after slapping Eridan. "You fucking know better." Slowly, she drew her hand back to her side, taking in a big breath. "I was meaning, they didn't even tell me about the little things. We heard absolutely nothing either than idle conversation."
Recovering from the slap, he nodded. "I know, but they just wanted us to enjoy our time away."
"That's a shitty fucking excuse and you know it."
Eridan swallowed, taking his hand from his face and pushing it into a pocket of his brand-name-jeans. "I guess."
Making a small sound of frustration, Feferi span on her heel and took a few steps away from him, towards the window; the landscape long made dark by the fall of night. "I can't believe you're not at least a little angry about all of this!"
He pushed a hand through his hair and let out a sigh through his nose. "I am angry, Fef. I'm fuckin' pissed. But I gotta have a hold on myself. I can't just go around-" he paused, slamming his eyes shut and grimacing. "I can't just do what I did, you know?"
She nodded, the slight bob of her long hair his only proof of the confirmation.
They stood there, for a few minutes, in complete silence. The only breaks in the void the sound of their breathing and the slight ticking of the clock beside the bed, reminding them of the slow passage of their lives thus far. Feferi picked at a slight chip in the paint of the windowsill; the pale blue peeling off easily. Eridan stood, hands in his pockets, staring at the roof. They were both thinking the same thing; of the past.