Feferi(diamonds)Eridan: Desvelado: "tired, but specifically from having been kept awake or kept from sleeping well the prior night."
"FF, you're not looking so good," Sollux comments, the day she saves him from dying (or well, saves him from dying permanently). He's still in those purple Dersite pajamas, though he seems disgusted with them and has already mused aloud about finding some of his spare clothes.
"It's nothing," the heiress says, wiping the blood and honey mixture from her lips. It isn't "nothing", but it is something she should save for her moirail. Or at least, it was something she should've saved for her moirail, if she still had one. Unknown to anyone, she dumped Eridan last night.
"You sure, FF?" Sollux coaxed, and God, but were those solidly pale vibes she was getting from him? No, she couldn't take that this soon after her break up.
"Yes, I'm sure!" She snapped, picking her double-ended trident up from where she dropped it earlier. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my planet." Without waiting she made her way swiftly through the gate she entered through, and dove into the glass bowl housing her hive.
Safely ensconced in her bedroom, she let her tears mingle with the water she breathed in. It wasn't fair, that her heart hurt this much! She'd been up all night watching the messages stream in from Eridan after she'd broken the news to him. They'd started out well enough, quickly plunged into the realm of desperation, and sometime after daybreak they'd turned nasty.
It had broken her heart all over again to read those messages, such that even though the messages kept coming in way past sunrise she had swiftly silenced him and begun to message the others about the game they would play.
She still hadn't read those messages that had come through afterward; they sat there in her trollian account with an insistent red flag on them. She thought about them as she cried, knowing they would only spur her into a more emotional crying jag than the one she was already in.
She wouldn't cry because of his words. She wouldn't read whatever horrid words he said to her in the heat of their breakup. It would be unfair to the boy she went pale for, all those sweeps ago. The one she believed was still in there somewhere, buried underneath the boy that had been twisted by the hemospectrum.
She was so tired, what she wouldn't give to sleep and wake up without any of these problems, these issues. She was so tired.