Eridan Ampora ♒ chronicAugustus (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-12-12 04:26 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-12 04:26 pm
[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.]
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.]
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[Eridan snarls at Equius, as if he has half a mind to snap at his throat and bite it off.]
Because I can't seem to stop hurting the people I care about most.
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That’s all.
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Do you? Or can you just not reach it?
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[Eridan's claws came up close to Equius' face, fingers twitching, but not actually touching him. The urge is there though. Oh, boy, the urge is there alright.]
I don't want to talk about this anymore!
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And you'd rather go back to killing everything everywhere, and thinking that's the only thing you'll ever be able to do?
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[The word, more of a roar than anything else, left him panting pretty hard, and his lungs burned with the added cold.]
Sometimes. I don't know.
[Claws? Claws back against himself, yay. They're raking his head and leaving handsome welts in his scalp. Woo.]
I can't even think straight anymore.
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We were just over this, Eridan! Now why do you think that is?
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Goddammit! [And then he's just kind of slamming his fist on empty air, though always watching Eridan out of the corner of his eye.]
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Part of him would also inform Equius that the more he goes on to frustrate him the harder it is to remember he's in love with him so it's a bit counter productive, if Equius doesn't want to die and never see his matesprit ever again. Also that there are considerably less traumatic and messy ways of breaking with someone than having them murder you, really, Equius, really.
Except he's at the edge of feral break down so all you get is a strangled his and a deranged glare.]
Go away.
i never realized how much symbolism bullshit i can get out of these icons
That's what you want me to do so badly? Leave? Leave you alone in a dark room with a shitton of stimuli and innocent people walking by so you can go berserker on them instead of me? The one person who might actually forgive you for it?
Sure.
Fine.
Bye!
[And he turns his back on Eridan, walking towards the staircase.]
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