Prince of Heart- If you haven't noticed, I've been polishing up the dialogue a bit. And by that, I mean making it ten times shittier for certain characters, removing commas and shit to make it more loyal to the comic. A deliberate artistic choice, really.

Eridan followed the bookcases into the meteors library, using them to steady him as he rolled around the place on his shoes. Dave and Terezi had run off to where-ever the fuck just a few hours ago, after the trio had finished their final lap in their workout session, and left Eridan alone to get some more practice with his Heelys. And the practice had seemed to be working: he'd improved drastically since Dave had given him the present for his weird human Christmas earlier that sweep. While he used to trip and fall at first, now he was able to travel short distances without help, and longer distances provided he had something to lean on. It was also remarkably easier without his cape, which he still hadn't donned on along with his sweater, but he preferred watching the thing flow along with him as he glided the distances he could.

He kept grasping on and off of the bookcases of the lower floor of the library, steadily gliding along the marble floor between cases all on his own. All the while, he had an audience of one to watch on as he did, a Seer of Light to watch over him as if he were a little brother. Well, not watching him specifically, more like absent-mindedly looking after him to make sure that he doesn't hurt himself. She sat in her usual spot on a chair at the table across from him, the chair turned away from the table so it at least faced him and gave the impression of watching him, and reading a semi-erotic troll novel that taught her quite a bit about the Quadrants. She hadn't complained when Dave told her to look after Eridan; she'd been quite happy in fact, for whatever reason.

Stopping at the bottom of the steps leading to the second floor, he looked over to Rose and told her, "wwitch i command you to come help me up stairs."

Rose turned a page in her book, still not looking up at him. "You command me?"

Eridan glared at her for a second, before crossing his arms and mumbled a response.

"Excuse me Eridan? If you mumble like that, I can't hear you."

Eridan took a deep breath in, exhaling, "could you please come and help me up these steps? the wwheels alwways throww me off when i wwalk."

Rose looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Of course. Since you asked so nicely."

Rose placed her book on the table after placing a thin bookmark inside of it, and slowly got up and walked over to Eridan. She locked arms with him, and he grabbed onto the sleeve of her God Tier uniform to steady himself. She took the first step up, leading Eridan into his first step up as well, and the two made their way up the stairs, Eridan clearly embarrassed at having to rely on a witch to do something. She finally let go of him once the two were up the top, bidding a quick farewell to the stubborn but secretly grateful Prince, and walked back down to her chair to continue her reading.

Eridan was about to resume his training, before hearing the faint sound of a honk coming from the room across from him. The Prince looked back down to Rose, seeing she was too engrossed in her book to notice the sound, and curiosity eventually got the better of him. He stumbled over to the door, and pulled the chest height doorknob to open up the large metal door. Entering the room, he initially couldn't make out any figures among the barren room, but he finally noticed the source of the honking in the middle of the room, sprawled amongst a pile of horns.

"sup bro?" Gamzee greeted him, in a low and calm tone.

Eridan froze up as soon as he realised whom was in front of him, unable to either reach the door or make a move against the clown. "gam?" he managed to whimper out.

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY MOTHER FUCKING QUESTION," he then boomed.

Eridan glanced behind him, waiting for anyone to come to his rescue. "im fine. just… just fuckin dandy."

Gamzee smiled at him. "that's good. REAL FUCKING GOOD. come on down then, bro. WE CAN SHOOT THE SHIT FOR A LITTLE."

Eridan cleared his throat, and wriggled the collar of his t-shirt. "id rather not thanks."

Gamzees' smile disappeared. "oh, is that so? WELL THEN." Gamzee lifted himself up off the pile of the horns, and began slowly walking towards Eridan. "i guess i'll mother fucking stand then."

Eridan held up his hands in defence. "dont you fuckin dare come anywwhere near me or face the fury of my wwrath!"

Gamzee leaned forward, his giant stature compared to Eridan making Eridan instinctively shrink down, and gently pushed the fishes hands down. "CALM DOWN, MY FINNED PRINCE. i just want to converse bro. HAVE A MOTHER FUCKING CIVIL CONVERSATION."

"wwhy the fuck wwould i evver wwant to talk to you?"

Gamzee sighed, "bro, it ain't a big deal. WE'RE BOTH JUST A PAIR OF MOTHER FUCKERS WHOSE FORMER BEST FRIENDS HATE US. so why not use it to bond and shit?"

Eridan looked him up and down, his face still scratched and still in his usual baggy polka dot pants and black tee with his purple sign on it. "i… guess so. if you say so. but try anythin and i swwear to gog."

Gamzee chuckled, and walked around Eridan to lean on the wall beside the door. "SO. how's karkat doing? I HAVEN'T SEEN MY BRO IN A YEAR!"

Eridan scowled at him. "hes fine. just his usual spastic self. hey could you maybe stop shoutin at least?"

Gamzee rolled his eyes. "fine," he spat, "you got it." His words then lost their spite, and he switched to a more wistful tone. "i got to admit, the mother fucker is starting to get on my pale conscience. the lords work has to be completed, don't get a mother fucker wrong, but i sort of miss what we had. i miss him."

Eridan lightened up a little bit, but his words still held a little hate. "wwell maybe if you hadnt ditched him as soon as wwe started movin through space you guys could havve hung out more."

"the great lord comes first, fish. all other mother fuckers are secondary."

Eridan growled, "wwho the fuck are you talkin about gam? and stop callin me fish."

"all will be shown in time, fish. and maybe he could have use for someone such as yourself."

"wwill you stop bein so vvague! for fucks sake no wonder your thing wwith tavv nevver came to fruition."

Gamzee bore his teeth at Eridan, moving in front of him and placing a hand beside him to keep him from leaving. "don't you dare mention my bro, bro."

"and wwhat are you goin to do about it? bash my head in? id fuckin wwelcome it."

Gamzee laughed malevolently, "that's quite an invitation bro. but i got better plans for you."

Eridan could see the intention in Gamzees' eyes, and he gulped a large batch of saliva that had been building up in his mouth. He could've stopped it. Ducked under the clowns' arms and out the door, or just simply pushed him away and ran. But he couldn't bring himself to. Like he didn't want to. So he laid against a door, watching as Gamzee, whom had the biggest smile Eridan had ever seen, slowly inched his head forward, until their lips connected into a kiss. The force applied from Gamzee pushed Eridan back, his head hitting the door with a soft knock. There was an enormous amount of despise between the two as they made out, Eridan placing his hands onto Gamzees' chest and squeezing into it hard, getting a muffled moan from the Bard.

Eridan opened his eyes suddenly as he felt Gamzee bite into the bottom of his lip, and quickly pushed him away to rub his bleeding lip. "you fuckin asshole! wwhat the fuck is up with my kismesis' and bitin my damn lip?"

Gamzee chuckled, beginning to slowly back away from Eridan, "this was fun, eridan. A REAL FUCKING BITCHTITS OF A TIME. i expect to do this again sometime. YOU, ME, AND ANOTHER SPECIAL SOMEONE." He gave a wink and a wave of his hand. "i'll see you later, fish."

And with that, Gamzee turned around and climbed into an open vent behind him, kicking the grate closed behind him. Eridan stood still for a moment, massaging his wound with a hand, before sighing with disappointment. He slumped his shoulders, grabbing onto the door behind him and stepping through it. He retraced his steps, too busy being blue to stumble from his Heelys, all the way to the bottom of the steps, where he stopped dead and stared at Rose, whom was still engrossed in her book. He clicked his heels, and pushed himself over to Rose on his wheels. He grabbed a chair to stop himself, pulling it out, and seating himself beside Rose.

"Hi Eridan," Rose greeted him.

Eridan placed his head on the table, burying it in his arms. "hi."

"Are you feeling okay?" she then asked genuinely.

"not really."

"Would you want to talk about it?"

A muffled sigh came in response. "i guess. i think im in a kismesis wwith gam noww."

"Oh? That's the spade one, isn't it? Do you not want to be in such a relationship?"

"no i do. i just dont wwant to wwant to be in a kismesis wwith him. you knoww wwhat i mean?"

"I think I do."

Eridan was silent for a second, before speaking back up. "could you comfort me? just tell me evverythings goin to be alright."

Rose chuckled to herself, "Of course." She reach out one hand, the other holding her book still, and began to scratch Eridans' head soothingly. "Everything will be just fine, Eridan. I promise."

Eridan sighed contently, feeling slightly more happy in her presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep.