Eridan/Vriska: "Oh, how the mighty have fallen!" -The Bible, Second Book of Samuel 1:25; Done for Eridan/Feferi, because I CAN'T READ APPARENTLY.
Feferi lay still and cold at his feet, oh, how the mighty had fallen. But did he mean her? Or did he mean himself? He wasn't sure. His death grip on his wand reminded him of his sin, that he had been the one to kill her. Wasn't it ironic? That his love would come to this? A shot in the dark and fuchsia on his hands, and this was all he amounted to?
He turned to the side and vomited, heaving until his body had nothing else to lose. He shook all over, muscles trembling and eyes unsteady. God, he'd actually done it. There was actually fuchsia blood on his hands. He'd killed her. He'd…he'd killed her. Horrified, he violently brushed past Kanaya and her matriorb in his rush to his own quarters, and scrubbed at his hands until they were raw and violet beaded up where he'd scrubbed too hard.
And he could still see it. The way her blood had flowed out of her and onto him, and it coated his shoes and his hands and oh God he couldn't get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off! Sobbing, he scrubbed harder, snarling through the tears when the cleaning agent stung the open wounds he was inflicting on himself.
"Get it off!" He screamed at his reflection, a face flecked with Fef's blood and smeared with his own violet-tinged tears. He smashed the mirror. The hours crept by, and he curled into the corner of his dark room and pretended the blood on his hands was just his own and not a mixture of Sollux's and Feferi's and his own. Pretend, pretend, pretend.
Kanaya and Karkat found him later, still in that corner. "Eridan?" They could hear him muttering to himself, but it was dark in here. "Eridan?"
"Get it off."
"Get what off, Eridan?"
"Get it off."
Karkat shot Kanaya a worried look. He wasn't sure he could fight another deranged highblood, and with a new moirail on the table, pacifying Eridan that way was certainly not applicable. "Kanaya…"
"Eridan Ampora, you come out this instant."
"NO! It's still there I have to get it off!"
"He's delusional, Kanaya, let's get out of here."
"Get it off, get it off…Get it off."
The scrubbing noises started up again, and the thoroughly unnerved pair swiftly exited. Eridan kept scratching at his hands, at the blood he knew was staining his rings and fingers and skin, and snarled at the shadows.
Get it off, get it off, get it off.