The Lost Child

by Dave Stridick

My name is Eridan Ampora, and I hate myself. I've been alone my whole life. Rejected over and over again by all. I mean, I've tried to do my best, tried to find the right option, to please everyone. It didn't do me much good. I never ended up making one goddamn person proud. I was called annoying, useless. But it was okay, because I thought, that I had someone I could love.

3. Epilouge

Running a finger down my cheek, the yellow-blood takes in my appearance.

Everything about me.

From the definite curves of my shape, to the area directly underneath my rounded chin, covered in it's completion by a striped scarf. I decided that today, I did not want to feel the pain of another's disgusted look, seeing who I really am.

Moving his hands down further now, my arms are molded to my body, before they slip off of my shoulders to the ribcage below.

Palms slowly running over exposed flesh has me quivering into his touch, then squirming as he reaches my waist.

I am pulled into his chest, warm shirt meeting my always, always, chilled skin.

He shifts uncomfortably a little at this, but as I sigh outwardly, nudging my hair into his left hand, which had been resting on my head, I can feel him smile. His fingers curl around my horn and begins to slowly rub up and down with a thumb, and the anxiety and depression is soon drained away, my bones instantly relaxing.

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I've been revisiting the lowblood's hive once every month for almost an entire sweep now. Comforting each other through nothing but hushed words and skin against skin. I never thought anything would be born from that day, so long ago, and even more infuriating is the fact that our relationship is of a strange sort that cannot be classified on even the quadrant spectrum itself.

Moriallegience?

No, too much intimate touches, and hatred for that. So that knocks out any chance of a matespriit relationship, as well.

Kismesis- maybe, but after all the Captor had told me that he had always admired about me, I really had to begin to doubt it. And we needed one more troll for the only other option.

What exactly was it that kept me going through the days? The thought of returning to Sollux Captor's hive on the only day I could ever truly let myself unwind.

Oh, lord.

After all of this shit, I was still doting on the uninterested idiot, wasn't I?

Nestling my head into the comfort of my sweater, I think that I can smell the slight scent of chemicals in the distance.

But, again, I'm probably just dreaming.

(AN: I'm not really sure why I even ever wrote A Lost Child. Maybe I was bored of writing PBJ, so I switched to Erisol for a while? Well, I hope you enjoyed, and hopefully I can move from the Sadstuck to some hot DirkJake ;p Maybe I'll come back to this fic someday soon~?)