towerofanimus | [OPEN] you waste your time with hate and regret

Characters: Jade!Eridan Ampora('s half dead carcass) and YOU.
Setting: Floor 12.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Nobody told Eridan sleeping in this cold is a bad, bad idea. What did you expect from him? He knows how to survive extreme heat, not extreme cold.
Warnings: Jadeblood popcicles. Jadeblood popcicles for everyone. Also Eridan sliding down the slippery slope of murderously batshit crazy, yay.

[Watching the universes ending and stars imploding and the whole thing... it's rather soothing. Sort of. Eridan was in dire need of soothing things, to put his mind back together. He'd intended to maybe sit there for a couple hours, watching the stars dying, and trying to calm himself down from an abrupt, nonsensical rage that even he could tell was irrational. He'd been pushing down a bubble of hysteria for the better part of four days now, mostly because hysteria meant bad, bad things for all involved, but maybe if he went at it slowly, it wouldn't be so bad. Because meltdowns totally work that way, obviously. Though even he had to admit that he couldn't keep on pretending everything was right and peachy. Putting on a smile and going through the motions was getting almost physically painful, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt. (And of course, being a responsible troll and asking Jade for a feelings jam was not an idea that occurred to him, either, because what is doing the right thing, haha, you must have confused him for someone else, Eridan Ampora never does the right thing unless Paradox Space has him at metaphorical gun point about it.)

Eridan watched the cycles of destruction repeat over and over again, while he tried to put order to the mess that is his head, but it wasn't long before he started feeling sleepy instead. Not really knowing any better, and given the alternative was thinking more about Rei and such, he started nodding off, fueled by the cold.

Which is why you'll find him tucked away in a corner of the room, face buried into his knees, arms around his ankles and limbs already stiff. The sleeves of that jacket have been brutalized already, but hey. At least there isn't a single bloodstain on this floor.

Yet.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You look really cold, though. Can I get you a blanket? Or ten?

It's okay, it looks worse than it is.

[No, actually, it looks better than it is. Sob.]

I am getting you a pile of blankets and you can't stop me.

[So there.]

...did you just seriously threaten me with a pile of blankets?

[...did you just make a pale pass at him? Okay no. Stop. Fuuuuuuuuuck, what are emotions and why is every little thing setting them off!]

Yes. Wait right - actually, if you want to avoid the blankets, don't wait right here. But if you do then you're going to get blankets.

[With that she disappears toward the nearest elevator entrance so she can get him blankets as quickly as possible.]

[He considers it, actually. He seriously does. But he's not really in any shape to run away. From anything, really.]

[When she comes back with all the blankets she can carry and dumps them in front of him, she looks even more unhappy.] Eridan.

[He jolts awake, blinking again. For a moment he looks like he's about to lash out, before he takes a few deep breaths and relaxes. In so much as he can, when he's already getting stiff.]

Yeah?

[V/V's not scared of him attacking her: V/V's not scared of anybody attacking her.]

Would you like to get in the pile yourself or would you rather have me put the blankets on you?