Equius exited the cafeteria and sprinted after her, running as fast as his legs would allow: which happened to be pretty damn fast. She managed to stay ahead of him, though, laughing uncontrollably at the idea of someone trying to stop her while she twisted and turned down various hallways in an attempt to lose him. Every now and then she'd swing her scythe around whilst running and strike some fixture in the school, just for the sole purpose of leaving behind a trail of destruction. These actions only managed to upset Equius even more, finding her carelessness absolutely revolting.
"You'll have to do better than that Zahhak!" she threw over her shoulder as she struck a fountain, water gushing out and coating the tile floor. She'd expected this to slow Equius down, but the indigo blood was much smarter than she'd anticipated. He STRONG jumped and sailed over the accumulating water, landing with a 'thud' and leaving a fist imprint in the ground. He got back up and resumed chasing the murder-happy troll, now only mere feet away. A little worried at this point, Phaedra quickly stepped to the side and in one fluid motion, spun her scythe so the blade was digging into Equius' stomach. He came to an immediate halt, for if he'd continued running, he'd be split in half at her hands.
The girl chuckled and pushed her blade further into his flesh, deciding she'd very much like to watch this troll suffer, but Equius was having none of this. He gripped the blade of her scythe with his hand, causing his blood to spill onto the floor, and yanked her scythe away from her. He tossed it aside and it landed on the ground with an audible 'clang', her only means of strife discarded and out of her reach. Despite knowing she'd lost, Phaedra just looked at her assailant and simpered arrogantly.
"What's so funny?" Equius questioned in frustration, unable to fathom why she would be smiling now of all times. Phaedra cackled maniacally and slammed the back of her head against the wall, making the other troll squirm in his spot uncomfortably. What the heck was wrong with her?
"Why, YOU of course!" she stated simply as if were obvious, then resumed her deranged laughing. Equius suspended all movement as his think pan became lost in thought. He was most certainly NOT funny, nor was this situation. He didn't believe this troll could be anymore impaired if she tried! Not only did she make a mockery of nobilities everywhere, but she always debased her own blood caste. He'd have let that slide, much like he did with Gamzee, but this was not just HER blood caste. It was his.
Everything she did reflected upon her blood caste and, by association, reflected upon him. He refused to stand for such depravity any longer! Today was the day she'd learn her place and what it meant to be a respectable indigo blood. No more foul language, no more mindless flirting with the sea dweller, no more debauchery with the cerulean blood, and no more unnecessary killings! Her reign of immoral shenanigans would end now!
"Why so serious," she snickered, orchestrating an imaginary quartet with her fingers while listening to music that only played in her own head, "Why don't you do something about it, huh!? Rip my head off just like you did to the musclebeast you favored oh so much!"
She calmly started humming a quaint little tune, forgetting entirely that she'd just been yelling. Equius snarled under his breath and lunged forward, wrapping an arm around her neck without adding even a little force. He knew how STRONG he was, and he knew that merely grazing would get his point across nicely. He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall just barely, already forcing her form into it. She gave him an open-mouthed smile and dug her nail into his broken horn, knowing that since it was broken, she had access to all the little nerves that were undoubtedly in every trolls horns.
He howled with pain and ever so slightly tightened his hold on her puny little neck. It'd be so easy for him to just crush her wind pipe, kill her and be done with it. He wouldn't even have to try! Heck, it was easier for him to kill her than it was to choke her like he was. Keeping her alive required concentration to ensure he didn't exert too much force. In his opinion, she should be grateful that he was permitting her to live! Not making pathetic attempts to hurt him that would only enrage him.
Phaedra didn't see it that way, though, and continued stabbing the nerves in the crevice of his horn. She used her other hand to remove his glasses and threw them out of reach. He narrowed his eyes at her as she revealed the two blue eyes that he had been covering up. Frowning, she lightly traced the area with her thumb, not liking the idea of someone doing this to him.
"Who?" she choked out, knowing he'd understand what she'd meant. He did and pushed her hand away from his face with a scowl. His grip on her neck loosened, though, so she knew she'd hit a weak spot.
"In fits of rage, I fight the many robots that I create and destroy them. These, as well as some of my other visible injuries, are the results," he explained in a steady voice, "It worries Nepeta, but it is my outlet so I ignore her pleas."
Smirking devilishly, Phaedra placed her hands on Equius chest and dug in her nails. She wasn't fond of someone/something hurting him, or at least, somebody other than HER. She wanted to be the one graced with the task of inflicting pain upon him, not some stupid robot. She wanted to be the one to make him beg for mercy, which would never come. She wanted to see him degraded and used, just like he claimed she was. Remembering a little trick that Gamzee had told her when they were all four talking at Vriska's, Phaedra glared at him and put her fiendish plan into action.
"Equius, I command you to let go of me at once!" she bellowed, remembering how funny Gamzee had thought this was. He intended for it to be used as light conversation material, but she would turn the little joke into something far more devious. Equius tensed up in front of her and widened his eyes, not liking where this going. Or rather, not liking HOW MUCH he liked where this was going. He was about to stammer out some refusal, but the idea of being bent to someone else's will was just too alluring.
He freed her from his grip, allowing oxygen to flow back into her at a normal rate. She landed on her feet and positioned her hands against the wall, body bent over so that she was facing the ground.
"Good. Now, get down on your knees," she ordered. He stood there in shock, refusing to accept that he was going to be cheapened like this. When he continued to openly defy her, Phaedra repeated the instruction a second time, making sure her voice was much more hostile than the previous time. He did as he was told this time and got on his knees.
"Now look up at me filth!" she shouted, to which he complied, "Let me just tell you how this is going to work. If there is ANY hesitation or refusal at all, I will slice you in half with my scythe. Do you understand me?"
He nodded, knowing fully well that she wouldn't be able to act on that threat. If she even tried to go after her scythe, he'd easily overpower her a second time. Maybe this was why he loved being controlled like this? Being the one in control could get boring sometimes, and he needed someone to scold him: show him how useless he was. She was a worthy opponent, after all. No troll would dare fight against him the way she did. No troll would struggle against all odds the way she did. No troll would allow him to indulge in his sick fantasies the way she did. She was just so vile and crude and insane and foolish and this whole act was wrong and so freaking hot!
Phaedra smirked and pulled down both her skinny jeans and panties, revealing her sopping wet nook. He marveled at it, quickly realizing that it looked exactly like his own, and then shuddered at the thought of something so perverse. He started without instruction, sliding two fingers along the folds and soaking them with her genetic material. She rewarded him with a soft moan, and then provided him with a certain… Initiative.
"Since I'm a fairly generous person, I'll make you a deal. If you can get me to cum before the bell rings, then I'll not only let Karkat live, but I'll be your personal outlet instead of those mechanical misfortunes. This only gives you about five more minutes, so I'd get to it indigo swine."
Said swine inserted the two fingers into her nook and pumped vigorously, deciding he liked the idea of having someONE instead of someTHING to take his anger out on. She groaned as her bulge came out of hiding and twisted against his face, slathering it with her indigo extract. He relished in the feeling and pressed his tongue to the tip of it, adding a third finger into her tight nook. Phaedra started grinding down on his fingers and reached down to grasp Equius long hair.
She tugged as he swallowed the first few inches of her bulge. He moaned at the thought of having this inside him: having her pound into his nook relentlessly. Equius sucked on her length and bobbed his head, taking in more every time his head shot forward. He kept his eyes up just like she'd ordered and watched her panting above him, loving the view she provided him with.
He was now deep throating her, nearly choking from her girth. She was a mess of moans and shallow breathing, but for some reason she just wouldn't come. Time was running out, so Equius did something as a last resort. He shoved a fourth finger into her nook and thrust his fingers at an alarming speed. With the added appendage, Phaedra threw back her head and came, forcing his head to her groin and shooting all off her fluid down his throat. He swallowed all of it and sputtered once she let him go, her bulge resheathing itself.
Phaedra chuckled as she pulled her bottoms back up and strode over to her scythe. True to her word, she unequipped the weapon and forced it back into her strife specibus. The bell rang as she did so, making her want to laugh at his perfect timing. She decided to just make her way to her fifth period, wanting school to be over with as soon as possible. Whilst walking, she directed one more snarky comment at her new kismesis.
"Congratulations creep, you just earned yourself a bullshit black rom," she informed him with a grin, and then begrudgingly left to go to Health where she'd have to deal with Eridan who would no doubt give her yet another reason to feel miserable. As if rejecting her help this morning, trying to kill her for no reason, and leading her on only to push her away wasn't enough.
Equius remained on the floor and turned to lean against the wall, both disappointed in himself and thrilled upon doing something so unspeakably… Lewd.
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EmoxRainbows: Eeyup, it's that time again. Now that I've forced you to read that fucked-up-ness, we're going to go back in time and see what Lumia was doing! Aren't you so excited?
Random People: Ugh, no!
EmoxRainbows: Grrrrrrrreat!
Lumia rounded the corner and watched Equius and Phaedra turn down a random hallway. She decided to go the opposite direction, hoping to either get to Karkat first or cut her friends off. She sped down the hall in search for the midget troll, wondering how she should even approach him. He was most likely upset with her, and she doubted he'd want anything to do with her now, but she had to try. She had to warn him!
She called out his name desperately as she ran, placing her hands against her mouth in an effort to amplify her voice even though everyone knows that doesn't actually work. Just as she was about to lose all hope of finding him, she heard a faint little sob coming from the hallway to her left. She quickly turned down it and followed the sound, and what she discovered made her want to cry.
Karkat was sitting on the ground with his face buried in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably and allowing his red tears-god he hated that color-to fall onto the floor and puddle around him. Lumia approached him cautiously, wanting nothing more than to reach out and take it all back. She didn't mean to hurt him, she truly didn't, but… Phaedra had been there for her much longer. Phaedra had always stuck up for her in the past. Hell, that's how they met!
Lumia had only been four sweeps old at the time, and was lying near the beach at night: taking in the beauty of the ocean with her little rattle snake lusus by her side. She'd never understood why land dwellers were so afraid of the water, but she never really got the chance to ask them either. She'd always been alone, save her lusus, Rattler, and wasn't very liked among trolls. She didn't mind, though, and was perfectly content to live out the rest of her life with Rattler, despite how preposterous the idea was.
She gazed at the waters most night, but as many of you have guessed, this was no ordinary night. Tonight was the night she'd discover why so many land dwellers feared the aquatic expansion…
Lumia stared lovingly at the watery depths and sighed dreamily, wishing that someday she'd have the opportunity to explore the vast blue. Rattler rested in her lap and shook its tail happily, or at least that's how Lumia had always interpreted it. She'd always thought it to be a sign of affection, rather than warning, so she continued to watch the waves roll over each other in an intricate dance that she could only dream of learning. She was shocked when something rose from the waves, a sea dweller, and strode towards her in a regal manner. She gawked up at the man as her lusus' tail shook spastically.
"Hello there young lady," he greeted with a straight face, "What do you think you're doing?"
Not fully understanding the question, Lumia just looked up at him quizzically. The sea dweller frowned at her ignorance and moved closer to her.
"I said," he punctuated with a cruel slap, leaving a yellow hand print on her cheek as she fell onto her side, "What are you doing here you pathetic lower blood?"
She began to cry and tried to sit up, but he had his foot firmly planted on her head and was pushing her down. He grimaced at her disgusting yellow tears and pressed harder, cutting off her air supply as her face was smashed into the sand.
"Such a terrible excuse for a troll," he spat, not noticing the rattlesnake slithering towards his leg until it was too late. Rattler dug his fangs into the sea dwellers ankle, making him lift his foot from her head and howl in pain. He used the same foot to kick the lusus, sending it sailing several feet away. Lumia sat up and sputtered out sand from her mouth, more concerned for Rattler than she was for her own wellbeing.
Lumia got on her hands and knees and tried to crawl over to her lusus, but the sea dweller had grabbed her hair and yanked her back towards him. A fresh set of tears poured from her eyes as she realized this was it. This was how she and her lusus would die, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her psionic wasn't strong enough to even lift him away yet, so she was forced to just accept it. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand connect with her face a second time, unsure when he even turned her around, but not really caring. It was over…
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing to her!?"
A third voice rang out through the struggle, but Lumia didn't open her eyes. She was too weak. The sea dweller tossed her aside, much to her chagrin. She just knew he was going to come back, and the idea of suffering any longer absolutely crushed her. She just wanted him to get it over with.
"None of your business, indigo blood! I suggest you leave now and pretend you saw nothing, unless you want to suffer the same fate," the sea dweller warned with a sharp edge to his voice. Lumia heard the third person laugh, and could sense the smirk in her voice.
"And I 'suggest'," she said, mimicking his words, "you get the fuck away from her and leave, unless you want me to kill you."
This time it was the sea dweller's turn to laugh. Lumia, unable to stop herself, opened her eyes and stared at the troll who had foolishly offered to help her. She had her hair in a long ponytail and was wearing blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, and some weird blue glass over her eye. This girl didn't look at all ready to fight, and yet the smirk on her face convinced Lumia otherwise.
"I guess I'll just have to deal with you first then," he decided, a chigiriki (Japanese flail weapon) materializing in his left hand. The opposing troll widened her smirk and extended her hand.
"Come to me my Adamantite Scythe. Aid me in battle so that we may bathe in their blood!" she shouted while a red scythe materialized in her outstretched hand, "Allow us to add yet another miscreant to our collection!"
The sea dweller scoffed and readied his weapon, finding her little 'display' slightly amusing, considering she was about to die. She twirled her scythe lazily around her, not at all frightened by the violet blood. Growing irritated by her carelessness, the sea dweller shot forward and swung his chigiriki at the underserving noble, who effortlessly deflected it with the blade of her scythe. While he was busy trying to register how she blocked that, she swiftly spun her scythe and jammed the blunt end into his stomach.
He doubled over in pain as she spun her weapon again, and then pressed the blade to the back of his neck. If he so much as moved: he'd die. He may have been a bulgesucking moron, but he knew he wouldn't get out of this if he fought back. He'd have to charm his way out.
"Now, now, let's not be too hasty," he chuckled, looking up at her with a strikingly handsome grin, "I'm sure there are more… Intimate, ways we could work this out."
He finished with a wink, making Phaedra giggle like a school girl. He was about to say something else, certain that he'd secured her heart, when she interjected with a statement of her own.
"Nice try fish breath," she praised, her school girl act quickly fading away to reveal a cold hearted killer's sneer, "but I think I'll just kill you."
So she did. With a flick of her wrist, she sliced threw his neck and beheaded him: dead. As she placed her weapon back in her strife specibus, she looked over at the girl she'd saved and beamed widely.
"Hey, what's up?" she greeted off-handedly. Lumia stared at her in disbelief, not even paying attention to the male troll who was running to her savior's side.
"Dammit Phaedra what the hell!?" the unknown troll exclaimed in exasperation, raising his hands in the air in put emphasis on his words, "I thought we agreed to stop killing people!"
The girl, presumably Phaedra, turned to the male troll and rolled her eyes.
"I had a good reason Troi," she claimed, then blew a raspberry at him. He sighed and smacked his forehead, and then looked at the girl lying on the ground. He raised an eyebrow, looked at the dead sea dweller sprawled out on the sand, and shook his head slowly once he'd put two and two together.
"Alright, I'll give you this one," he offered, then directed his attention to the bruised yellow blood, "What's your name?"
Lumia willed herself to look at the male, who she figured was Troi, and whispered, "Lumia...," before passing out.
When she'd woken up, they were still there by her side. They'd even gotten her lusus, who was covered in bruises from being kick so far. Ever since that day, the three of them had just hung out all the time together. She'd never really thought about that day since, but now that she finally looked back on it, she remembered how willingly Phaedra had killed that guy. And didn't Troi say something about agreeing to stop killing people? She'd been in too much pain to acknowledge it then, but she should've paid more attention: her friend was a murderer.
Lumia pushed the thought aside and sat next to Karkat, not caring if he wanted her to or not. He looked up at her and sneered, quickly wiping away the tears, but it didn't matter. She'd already seen them.
"Karkat, please try to understand… Phaedra is my friend, I had to say something. I couldn't just-"
"Why are you even friends with that bitch!? You're so nice and she's even worse than Vriska, it just doesn't make any sense! God I hate her so fucking much I just wanna cull her!" Karkat screamed, pulling at his hair with clenched fists.
"Well she wants to kill you to, so there ya go! That's the main reason I'm here: Karkat, she's looking for you, and if she finds you…," she trailed off, leaving the rest to his imagination.
"Let her! If she so much as touches me-"
"Just shut up already! Dammit Karkat, you can't fight her, she's too powerful… Trust me, I've seen it…," Lumia interrupted, growing annoyed by his stubbornness, "You wanna know why we're friends? Because she saved my life, Karkat. She didn't even know me… She could've just let me die, but she didn't. She killed the sea dweller that was attacking me and stayed by my side after I passed out from the pain. She's been there since, and I owe my life to her. So just don't… Don't call her that, because she's the furthest thing from a bitch that there is."
"Oh really? And yet she's out there, hunting me down so she can take my life? Oh ya, she's just the best isn't she?" Karkat asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest. Lumia groaned and buried her face in her hands, about done with this.
"Look, she's not going to hurt you. They sent Equius after her, so there's no way she'll get to you. Probably. In the off chance that he DOESN'T at least stop her, we need to get back to the cafeteria," Lumia instructed, standing up and signaling for him to do the same. He does, but refuses to follow her.
"I want to fight her, so I'm going to find her. I'm not as weak as everyone thinks."
"I'm not saying you're weak you idiot, I'm saying she's TOO strong! She won't hesitate Karkat, she'll just chant that weird mantra of hers and slice you open! And the worst part is… The thing that makes it so damn scary… Is she does it with a smile. She will stare you down and smile the whole time, simply because your death will amuse her. Don't be stupid and waste your life by fighting her, because it's suicide. Honestly, I don't even think Equius would be able to kill her. He could stop her, but not kill her. She wouldn't let him. She may let him hurt her so she could manipulate him or lull him into a state of ease, but I'm telling you she would NEVER let him kill her," Lumia rambled, shaking her head as she imagined how it would go down.
"You saw how easily Equius killed that musclebeast. What makes you think he couldn't do the same to a puny troll?" Karkat pointed out snidely.
"Did you even pay attention to what she did to hers? I just don't want you to suffer the same fate… Please just come with me. If not for your sake, then for mine," Lumia begged, unsure if she could continue with this. Karkat sensed how disturbed she was and sighed, figuring he should humor her and go to the cafeteria. Besides, she was probably right. He saw her dismember the creature: who was stopping her from doing that to him? He definitely wasn't.
Just as he was about to tell Lumia he'd go, the bell rang, meaning it was time to go to fifth hour. Thankful for the excuse to leave, Karkat turned to go to History, but thought of a better idea. He turned again and wrapped his arm around Lumia's waist, pulled her to him, and planted his lips against hers. Her eyes shot wide open, and when he pulled away he actually smiled at her.
"I forgive you for announcing my blood color, but the next time I tell you a secret," Karkat frowned so she understood how serious this next part was, "don't fucking tell everyone. It's a secret for a damn reason."
Lumia nodded whilst dumbfounded as he walked the other way, forgetting everything of any importance as she practically floated to gym.
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Vriska trudged into fifth period History and scanned the room for… Ah, there the little bastard is. The spider troll marched over to said bastard who's frown worsened once he saw her, but she didn't care. She had a bone to pick with Mr. Karkat Vantas. Once she was in front of him, she shot her palm out and smacked him across the face, then grabbed him by the collar of his turtleneck and shook him.
"You have no right to talk to Phaedra like that you mutant freak," she screamed, drawing the attention of every troll in the room. Their teacher, Mr. Droog, quickly got out of his chair and pulled the two apart, annoyed that the blue blood would dare cause trouble in HIS classroom. He carried her over to the opposite side of the room, making sure to put an appropriate amount of distance between them. Geez, they were like freaking wrigglers! Vriska spent the rest of the hour pouting. Karkat just glared daggers at her, not paying attention to Mr. Droog's teachings.
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Sixth period Geometry pretty much went the same for Vriska. As soon as she'd seen Eridan, she started beating the shit out of him. The only reason she stopped was because Phaedra pulled her off. At first she wasn't sure why Phaedra stopped her, but after one look into those sorrow-filled eyes, she knew. Phaedra just didn't want to see Eridan get hurt. This only upset Vriska further.
"That's it! I am just SO done with this. Eridan, what is your problem? All she does is help you and comfort you and stick up for you, but then you treat her like shit and push her away. Are you really that dumb?" Vriska asked with feint curiosity. She seriously just couldn't fathom why Eridan treated the girl like this. First he yells at her when she sticks up for him, then he announces her secret for everyone to hear, then he pushes her away when she tries to comfort him, then he tries to kill her, then he tells Karkat about her fucked up past, and now he's ignoring her!? What the hell!?
"Leavve me alone, wwould ya?"
"No, I wwon't," she answered, doing a really bad impression of his accent, "Ugh your voice is so stupid, whatever. Why do you do this to her? Don't you know you're hurting her? It doesn't make any sense because one minute you care about her, and the next you don't so what is it?"
"I'm scared!" he cried out, turning away to hide his tears, "Evveryone I care about either abandons me or hates me, so I'm fuckin' scared she wwill too. She may be all nice noww, but wwho's to say that wwon't change?"
Phaedra eased her way over to him and hugged him, pulling him closer when he tried to push her away. She made shooshing sounds as she stroked his hair along the purple streak, having to stand on her tip toes to do so properly.
"I'm not ever going to leave," she assured him quietly, "You should be able to see that by now. You tried to KILL me, and I'm still here. Doesn't that say anything to you?"
He sniffled and ran his fingers through her hair lovingly.
"Ampora, I've only known you for a short time, but I don't think I could possibly pity another troll the way I pity you," she confessed, pulling back so she could look him in the eyes, "and if you'll let me, I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you as your matesprit."
Eridan nearly broke down upon hearing those words. The idea of somebody pitying him was so foreign, he wasn't even sure how to deal with it. He just nodded and cried some more, forcing himself to say something, ANYTHING, so she knew he felt the same, but he couldn't. Not while crying like a wriggler, anyway. He didn't have to though, because Phaedra understood and continued her expression of pity.
"I pity everything about you. I pity your desperation, your insecurity, your loneliness, your blood caste, your abandonment issues, your genocidal tendencies. I pity it all Ampora," she eased, reaching out to cup his cheek. He leaned into her palm as he cried, unable to figure out why?
"Wwhy me? Wwhy wwaste your time wwith me!?"
"Oh darling, you're not a waste of my time. You're what makes everything worthwhile," she told him with a small smile. He couldn't take these sweet words any more, he had to say something to keep himself from bawling.
"I pity you too Phae, and I wwant to be your matesprit! I'm so sorry about evverything I did. I'd take it back if I could, I swwear," he whined, making her smile broaden. She closed her eyes in understanding and pressed her lips to his, loving this even more than the first time they'd kissed. He was like a drug to her, and all she wanted was to be close to him in every way possible.
He tentatively kissed back, parting his lips as he felt her tongue brush against them. Her tongue caressed his while it explored his mouth. Phaedra took in every detail: how he moaned when she sucked on his tongue lightly, how he flinched every time her hand would grip the base of his horn, how his eyes fluttered when she pulled away. Phaedra wanted to go further, but their teacher Ms. Peregrine had other plans.
"Would you stop sucking each other's faces off so I can teach," she asked in an irritated tone. The two went back to their seats blushing, stealing glances at each other and laughing when their teacher would glare at them.
Vriska smiled and looked at Phaedra sitting beside her, happy simply because she was happy, but couldn't help feel like the whole situation was wrong. It confused her: Phaedra was with Eridan, so why did Vriska still feel so empty?
I know this is short, sorry. The next one will be the usual 8,000 words so don't worry. Hope you liked how it went from kismesistude to matespritship. You're welcome c: