IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH SINCE I UPDATED
It was your turn to get lost in the maze now.
How? How could you get lost in this place? You designed it.
Did someone screw around with your head? Maybe shifted all the walls? Either way, both you and ED are fucking lost and he's scared out of his mind because of what could have happened to FF.
"sol, wwhat if she's dead?"
Maybe you'd be a bit more concerned due to his sudden jump to conclusions if this weren't the fucking two hundredth time he'd asked you.
"ju2t fuckiing 2hut up, you moron. we'll fiind her, alriight? ju2t 2top talkiing 2o much, for fuck'2 2ake."
"wwell i'm fuckin sorry that i fuckin actually care about her, you mustard blood dirt licker"
He turns his head away from you dramatically and yet, he tries to keep an inconspicuous eye on you. He fails to do so.
He can't risk losing sight of you and getting lost. Again.
You sigh at his theatrics and decide to be the bigger troll in this situation. You know that if you feed his flame with insults and other crap then he might actually abscond and then you'll both be lost, just not lost together.
"ED, ii'm 2orry, okay? ii'm ju2t fuckiing pii22ed that ii'm lost iin my own maze. ii thought ii had thii2 2hiit fiigured out."
He keeps his face turned but his eyes change. They soften slightly and he can tell that you're being sincere. You really are fucking pissed.
"yeah, wwell, apology accepted, douchelord"
He starts walking again with all his body parts in their natural position. You're relieved slightly that you don't have to watch out for if he gets lost by not following you but it does nothing to alleviate the crushing feeling in your heart and think pan. Just thinking about it makes your insides churn and twist.
"oh yeah, sol, hey. are you evven listenin?"
Why won't this guy just shut it for one fucking minute?! You ignore him, hoping that maybe he's not so stupid and that he will take your silence as an inspiration and he too, will shut up.
"..."
Huh. Maybe he's not that dumb. You enjoy the quiet for a while as you run millions of possibilities through your mind.
What if FF truly did die, though? Why don't you know where you're going? That scream was definitely hers, right? You fucking designed this maze, so why don't you-
"sol"
Goddamn it.
"what the fuck do you want thii2 tiime?"
He fidgets for a bit and you stop and look at him in the face. You make sure that he can see that you are irritated so that this will be the last time he talks about stupid shit.
He looks at you and looks extremely conflicted. His eyes glance to everywhere but your face and his lips are pressed into a thin line, not letting anything out. Not a peep, not a whisper. He easily senses your mood and doesn't want to push you any further. He really is a good boy, isn't he?
A perky grin spreads over your face and your eyes light up. His line of sight fall down to the ground and his fins quiver.
The sight of that makes your heart shatter. The former domineering expression melts from your face and leaves nothing but despair. Why must you always make him feel this way? Why must he always make you feel this way?
You lift a hand up slowly, up to near his face. He sees your hand and he knows where it is going but he still does not look at you.
Your hand is hovering near his cheek now. His eyes are still cast downwards. He looks like he is steeling himself to do something. You're not quite sure what it is he might do. This breaks your heart and all you can think about is how you can make him happy again. Why do you have to be so arrogant all the time?
He does something you really should have expected. He smacks away your hand. You knew it was going to happen in your think pan but why is your heart failing to accept it? Why does it sink and drown itself in its own sorrows?
"ED, c'mon. don't be liike thii2. don't make everythiing hard for your2elf."
Idiot. That was the most idiotic thing you could have said. This isn't his fault, dammit.
He screws up his nose for a fraction of a second. He looks at you. His eyes are dark and his eyebrows are drawn together. He's angry.
Shit.
All you can do right now is try not to add any idiot fuel to his blazing fire.
"hehe. h-hey ED, that wa2 ju2t a joke. ii-ii-ii diidn't mean any of iit. um, 2hiit."
He stalks slowly toward you. You are so screwed.
Your hands fly up to a sort of surrendering position. Palms flat out toward him and you take a step back for every one that he takes forward.
"sol you are the fuckin scum a this land and you havve no right to treat me the wway you vvery wwell do"
Shit. He really is angry. You hope you don't say anything stupid.
He's backed you up to the wall. This brings back so many memories.
He grabs a fistful of your shirt and brings your face to his.
You expect and anticipate for him to say something, anything.
He glares at you, his eyes boring right into your mind. You're legitimately confused as to whether this is a blackrom hate or a platonic sort of hate. You would die if it were the latter.
He says nothing. Why isn't he saying anything? Usually he's just so verbal and noisy and it drives you insane when he talks. It's crazy stupid because you want him to talk.
You find yourself hating this silence.