Lulu: Chapter 12 has come...the final OC introduction! hooray~ :3 Enjoy~ (edited because I put Wednesday instead of Saturday...I goofed XP thank you predatoryExcitement)
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK, FOR THAT IS OWNED BY ANDREW HUSSIE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN FINDING NEMO OR HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN MY 4 OCS (one of which is used in this chapter). ENJOY
Your name is Eridan White (originally Ampora), and you are writing poetry. That's right, you aren't (currently) doing one of your Harry Potter movie marathons, you aren't whining that no one's paying attention to you, you aren't trying to act cool, you aren't even doing one of your spells in the backyard (your human lusus usually regards such things as "Eridan playing magic school", and frankly when she does, you want to scream at her).
Nope, you aren't doing any of those things, because you're writing flipping poetry (unlike most other trolls your age, swearing isn't allowed in your house; you keep your sharp tongue to yourself in front of your lusus. It makes you look presentable, and she praises you for politeness…you really, really like praise). And why are you writing poetry? Well, that's very simple.
It all began this morning, when you woke up in your lusus's room. Usually, this isn't much of a big deal; you've been known to "sleepwalk" (aka run over to her room in the middle of the night because having her close by makes you feel safe…though, you'd never tell anyone that, ever), and her room was usually the perfect place to end up (she was there, and it was usually nice and cool, like a recuperacoon without all the sticky slime).
Somehow, however, today was very different from the usual ones. Usually, you'd wake up to the smell of horribly burned food that'd be later turned down for cereal (your lusus has been known for being a horrible cook), the sounds of the television in the living room (you both forget to turn it off on occasion), and the sight of a dark room (your lusus's bedroom walls are painted black and sometimes it feels like you're being sucked into a void); today, you woke up to the surprisingly sweet scent of blueberry and vanilla scented candles, the sounds of a stereo playing quiet yet calming music, and the sight of a just barely yet somehow lit room.
You slowly rose from the bed and turned to see your lusus, sitting cross-legged, her eyes closed, taking slow yet calm breaths. She was in deep meditation, just like she usually is every first Saturday of the month, and yet this was somehow the first time you'd ever seen her so calm; you think that if you threw a rock at her, she'd probably calmly dodge like those cool ninjas in the movies you watch but don't tell anyone about (if it ever got out that you liked ninjas, you think Sollux would never let you live it down). She knows you're staring at her, and it only takes a few seconds for you to crawl onto her lap and join her in meditation…after living with her for so long, you know what to do in these situations.
You're pretty sure a few hours pass in the blink of an eye as the music fades away and your human, Del, begins to stretch. You stretch as well, hearing little cracks here and there. You look up at her to see that she's looking down at you. Her dark blue eyes are mesmerizing, and given the chance, you'd probably stare into them all day…but, this wasn't the time for it. You exit her lap as she stands and leads you to the kitchen as you scour for anything that isn't easily burnable. Eventually, oatmeal is found and it is rejoiced. You put a lot of brown sugar into your oatmeal, and watch Del merely put some dried fruit into hers (you'll never understand why she likes that stuff).
Breakfast was short and sweet, just like it always was. You pondered what you were going to do today, as it was a weekend and you're sure your lusus has nothing planned (she never does). It takes you about ten minutes to realize that Del has left you in the kitchen, gone to the extra room that she uses as her study. While finding her is no chore, there is one thing that takes a lot of effort; getting her attention. Honestly, it's like the relationship between Norm and Terezi, only the genders are switched and you don't throw things at your lusus (you know better).
You notice that she seems to be doing something she hasn't done in a long time; she's writing poetry, and from what you've seen, her poetry is always good. You think about your options for a moment. You could turn back, go to the living room, maybe watch the Harry Potters movies again (you've got all day, why not). You could go outside and do some magic, or maybe even invite Vriska over…you've been trying to impress her with something for months (not that she'll be impressed with magic…though, you could role-play or something…even if your lususes will only say that you're "playing pirates" and that role-play is something completely different that we won't understand until we're older).
And yet…you don't turn around, you don't leave. You take a chair from the wall, sit next to Del, and grab a pen…or, you try to at least. She ends up grabbing the pen and a few pieces of paper for you, and you smile at her in thanks. Instead of drawing, like you originally planned (you like to draw Del pictures; she hangs them on the walls, and that makes you feel proud), you decide to try your hand at poetry…and utterly fail. Thinking of what to write is difficult to you, and for every minute that goes by, you get more and more frustrated. Eventually, you just decide to look over Del's shoulder and look at her writing. You're not sure why or how such a description of a young girl dying in a forest surrounded by flowers could ever be beautiful, but somehow she makes it work, causing tiny tears to flow from your eyes (you feel her wipe them away though; she always knows what to do when you're upset).
After a while, Del's pen finally stopped moving and it was put back into its case on the desk. She look up at you, and you can tell that she wants your opinion on what to do next; you simply shrug and allow her to carry you (you like being carried by her). You both end up on the living room couch, channel surfing until you found Finding Nemo playing (she knew you'd beg her to play it; you loved any movie involving sea life).
Your name is Eridan White, and as you sit in Del's lap, purring and being petted and feeling warm (which could be because of the wool blanket that's covering you), you realize that you love your lusus with all of your platonic heart, because she knows you better than anyone…even yourself.
Lulu: End~ it was short but sweet, yes? the reason why there was no example poem is because I suck at poetry X(. if you have any suggestions for future chapters, please PM me them. if you want to tell me how i'm doing so far, please review. thank you for reading~ :3 but here's the description for Del.
Del: dark blue eyes, black hair, fair skin. her name is based of "Dell" which is, of course, a computer company, and she represents Sadness/Depression (she can be very moody at times). She adopted Eridan because she liked that he could speak his opinions freely and easily, and she basically spoils him all the time. She's very into meditation, is horrible at cooking, and will always join Eridan in a movie session upon request. In this fanfic, she's an excellent poet and writer, and she's a freelance writer, like Roxy is.
Lulu: and that is Del :3 again, thank you for reading~