Terezi x Vriska something, not sure what I was going for

There was a strange moment that flashed and electrified the air every time they kissed, a small second that frazzled the air, something that wisped away every time they broke apart which made her almost whine with the loss of cold and smooth lips, to almost moan at the loss of her sharp teeth brushing against her own. Was it so strange? To love that single kiss; to pour your feelings into her even though you knew he would just drink them up and never reciprocate.

It was just business, their meetings under the moonlight full of her own gropes and the other's empty ,slow, almost bored movements, it wasn't something she cared about.

Running a hand through her frazzled hair, she sighed and flipped through another page, her nose however only briefly sniffed the words she didn't really process them, her mind was traveling elsewhere, like the fact she hadn't come yet.

It wasn't terribly strange, she was probably looking for her ancestor's journal, the one thing that could peak her interest, which now lay in her lap. She was surprised she hadn't seen her take it, but that could be rationalized as 'they had just had sex before she took it', it was a tiring activity even if the other put no passion forth towards it.

It wasn't as if she was CRAZY about the other woman, there hate was built on mostly hate and lust. After an accident the psychopath had basically blinded her, well she did blind her, but after the woman had allegedly lost her arm protecting her.

It wasn't an amazing relationship, but she only hoped that they could make it work somewhat, just somehow they could try.

Vriska was her name, a woman with a body of freaks, the metal arm, the eight pupiled eye(The latter a birth defect mind you). People hated her with vigor because of the pompous and flamboyant notions she so carelessly tossed around or possibly the fact that a large majority of people who went into the museum she ran were good to honest scared half to death by the over excessive use of spider props.

Probably both.

She was a rich woman too, she made quite a sum with of course, the museum she ran, it was not unlike herself who made quite a profit working in white collar crimes, which of course was undoubtedly something that drew her to her. They were of the same class, similar to each other, they could understand each other on a mental level. They both had high IQ's and it no doubt was a virtue they liked about each other.

But- Vriska- was incapable of romantic feelings, towards her at least, they were black, caliginous to each other, so was life.

It wasn't as if that could change, seeing as the woman already had a matesprit she (surprisingly) loved with all her heart. She didn't hate the man, a young aspiring journalist, he traveled the world, writing, sketching, drawing, painting, and photographing, he was such a nice man that no one could really hate him, he was so nice it was honestly a surprise when he ended up having a kismesis.

The short and angry man Karkat, was his kismesis, and he was her current auspitice, Gamzee was his Morail who was the kismesis of Dave her old Matesprit flame. Of course it gets complicated after a while, they all had interlocking relationships in their group of friends.

A loud sharp banging at the door brought her from her reverie, Terezi pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before sighing, she closed the book and put it down on her table before she got up.

She took her time while strolling lankily towards the door, opening it she was blasted with the familiar sent of blueberry bubblegum and the clear sharp mineral smell with the faintest hint of sulfur.

-line break-

This is how I found it on the DEEP archives of my computer, the last 4 entries are from a couple of years ago and my writing style has changed IMMENSELY, so please wait for some new chapters that I find on my computer from some more RECENT times