A/N: Please spare me. I am already being given hell about not updating anything for months. I'm so sorry. Sometimes your ships sink, you know?
I decided to try something a little different. A hint of kismesitude.


Soteriophobia and Snark
part twelve redux: the edge of the cliff


Vriska thinks the idea of suicide is hilarious. She can't stand herself, but she'd never tie a hard knot around her throat and step out off of a bridge. Or so she thinks. She doesn't really know. Sometimes she likes to stand on the ledge near her hive and stare down into the blackness, her feelings threatening to overwhelm her. She likes the power in stepping back, in thinking I will not kill myself today. She likes the thought of a papery gold sticker pinned on her chest: This girl has self control. She knows what she's doing.

She hates order. She hates control. Walking a straight line, doing anything the same way, it's all poison, dust in her mouth and on her tongue, making her choke.

Kanaya thinks suicide is foolish for reasons even she does not know. She sees no honor in dying with your own life clutched selfishly to your chest. She once cut her wrist with a knife and thought so this is what people feel like. It didn't work too well. She got blood all over the carpet and had to clean it up.

They make a nauseatingly cute couple, but also there's the chance that Vriska doesn't do couples. Maybe she likes it rough, a few one-night stands a month, and Kanaya hates herself for being so pliable, but she's addicted to the chaos and the disorder and the entropy that Vriska is.

"I hate you, Kan," Vriska reminds her, and digs her teeth more firmly into Kanaya's collarbone. A moan is a sign of weakness, so the other troll doesn't react. Instead, she yanks at Vriska's hair, pulling her legs across Vriska's lap, kissing her with messy anger, blood dripping from the violence of it. Kanaya can be mean when she wants to be, and she has a vast number of slurs at her disposal, but instead she plays the game and growls against their clashing teeth.
"Don't call me Kan. I fucking hate that."
"Ooh, sassy, are we?" Vriska gives a noise that could be indicated as a gasp. With feigned indifference, Not Kan touches her waist, her hips, her legs. If Vriska can't give her romantic attention, she'll take this. This is horrible and ugly, and it's no secret that Kanaya dislikes having to do this. Any quadrant but being her moirail, right? She's the worst kismesis in the world, and Vris is unsurprisingly good at it.


La Fin