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Architects belongs to Rise Against
Sollux Captor was home.
Home was a sanctuary.
Nobody could hurt you... Nobody.
That was what his mother always told him when he was but a small child.
Of course, he was older now, so such fantasies and stupid ideas were behind him, but every so often, it was nice to imagine that, yes, maybe, just maybe, you were completely safe at home.
A small smile tugged at his lips, dispersed quickly when he cast his glasses off onto the nightstand and flopped down on the bed, sighing in what could either be annoyance, anger, or maybe both. Probably both.
He put his hands over his face, sighing loudly into them.
How, how, how had this happened?
The same question must've echoed through his mind for the last hour that he had been home.
How?
How had he hit that pompous Eridan douche? Had he had too much to drink? Goddammit, he had told Gamzee that he should've had liquor... But the constantly-stoned teenager had a way with convincing people...
How?
How the hell was he in this mess? It was not his fault that Eridan had decided to go prancing out in the middle of the street like a drunk gazelle...
How?
How the hell was he going to pay for this? He barely had enough to pay for his college dorm room, nevermind Eridan's medical bills. That annoying hipster was probably living it up there, ordering the most expensive food, getting cable TV, making sure his sheets were starched and probably Egyptian cotton.
Dear Lord, he did not have the money for this. He groaned into his hands again. He was in a helluva lot of trouble, and this time, neither mom or dad was there to help him out. Neither of them. He was on his own this time. He rolled over, eyes locking onto the bright red neon numbers of his digital clock. 1 in the morning...
Dear Lord he needed sleep. He was exhausted, worn out from Eridan bitching at him- that hipster had called him five times since he had gotten home- and from the fact that he had been in a traumatic car crash too.
But nope, nobody gave a rat's ass that he was traumatized. ...Okay, he wasn't traumatized. He wasn't effected in the slightest from this, save for the fact that Eridan was being a royal prick about this whole thing. Nope, he was dandy as a daisy. But what if he was traumatized? Nobody gave a rat's ass to even check, because, as far as the medical community was concerned, if he wasn't injured, he wasn't effected. Not even psychologically.
He tugged off his shirt and his pants, leaving on his boxers and socks after kicking off his mismatched shoes. He burrowed under the red and blue plaid sheets, sighing slowly. The blankets matted against his spiked blonde hair, and he was quickly running out of fresh air.
He popped his head out of the blankets, taking in deep breaths. Oh sweet Jesus that was good. He inhaled a couple more times, filling his lungs with the fresh, cool apartment air. He ducked back under the blankets after a moment, only sticking his slightly nubby nose out. His eyes fluttered shut and he yawned deeply.
He'd sleep now. Sleep was a good thing. It helped clear his mind and help him forget.
He'd visit Eridan tomorrow.
Maybe.
If only to see that adorable bastard again.
It was noon before Sollux finally decided to drag himself out of bed. He stumbled into the kitchenette, got a quick breakfast of black coffee and dry cereal, and drove nonchalantly towards the hospital, singing along- off-key, of course- to the radio. He arrived at the hospital before too long, right in the middle of the chorus of Rise Against's Architects. He exhaled slowly, turning off the car and climbing out, running a hand through his still-matted honey blonde hair.
He walked inside, checked in, and got the okay to see Eridan again. He strode into the room quietly, suddenly feeling nervous. He shook the feeling off, walking into the room as though he owned it.
"You wanted to thee me?" He asked dryly, pulling up a chair and sitting down. He had a feeling this would last a while.
Eridan yawned broadly, shaking his head. "Yes. I did because we need to discuss the issues of your... payment." He said this last part in a silky voice that made Sollux want to tear his head off.
"Okay. Tho what? What do I have to pay for then?" he asked darkly, wanting to get this over with.
"Hospital bills, and my rent for the days I'm out of school." he said.
"Woah woah woah wait. Wait." Sollux held up his hands, looking dirtily at Eridan. "There ith no fucking way I am paying for your thupid rent. It's your own goddamn fault we're in thith meth in the firtht plathe, tho I am not paying for that, of all thingth. I'll pay for the hothpital billth, I gueth, but not for your goddamn rent."
"Hmph. If you wish to behave that way, then I'll see your ass in court." Eridan said dirtily.
"Ha. Ath if you can thue for a thing like that."
"Oh, I can. And I will." he said smugly. "If you haven't noticed," he said, suddenly obtaining a regal air, "I am of... how should I put this nicely... A more... elite, let's say, level than you."
"More elite?" Was Eridan fucking kidding?
"Yes."
"...Holy thit you're an athhole." he muttered.
"Excuuuuuuuse me." Eridan said, drawing the word out like a preppy teenager. "I'm merely trying to get you to pay what you need to."
"Well, you can kith that hope goodbye, becauthe that ith not happening, I can tell you that." Sollux snapped.
"Oh, you say that now, but I have my ways of getting people to fold."
...Did Sollux detect... sultriness beneath that? He shook it off, deciding he had mistook dark threats for sultriness.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever you thay." He said, standing up suddenly.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Eridan demanded, sitting up suddenly, glaring at Sollux.
"Away. From you. Anywhere. But here." he said darkly, striding to the door. He had had enough of Eridan's bullshit, at least for one day. "I'll be back whenever."
"You'd better be or I'll drag your sorry ass to court Sollux Captor, do you fucking hear me, I sai-" Sollux slammed the door behind him, cutting him off.
That was enough headache for one day.
He rubbed his temples, trying to fight back the rapidly approaching headache.
He sighed in agitation.
This was getting him absolutely fucking nowhere.
Goddammit.
And Eridan was still adorable.