[CLOSED/OPEN] No words can heal a broken heart

[chronomancer]

Characters: [AU1] Eridan Ampora & [AU1] Equius Zahhak; Eridan Ampora and YOU.
Setting: Meadow floor (closed/backdated to the January event), Floor 64 (open/current)
Format: Starting with action but I'll match you.
Summary: Two logs for the price of one, lmao so I don't flood the comm: closing up aged up shenanigans, Equius is displeased and Eridan is about to learn just how much. Also back in real time, Eridan finds a deliciously tempting slice of home.
Warnings: Violence and swearing for the Equius log. Eridan being actually honest and pathetic and stupid, for the open one.

[Closed: Meadow floor.]

[He wasn't tired so much as he was trying to hibernate. He wasn't entirely sure trolls, undead or otherwise, actually did the whole hibernation shtick, but he could at least try. Save up his energy. Make his last feeding last. He was pretty sure things didn't really work that way but he was lazy and this was a good enough excuse. So there he is, as long as he is, lying on his back and sunbathing in the meadow without a care in the world.

Not that he didn't have cares. He had a lot of them, actually. But if he started thinking about all of them he'd probably implode. Or go on a rampage. Or both. Really, it was for the best of everyone involved, if he just laid there, soaking up sunlight and carefully thinking of nothing in particular.]

[Open: Desert floor.]

[It's so familiar it hurts, really. The heat, the sand, the occasional blast of wind. It's probably a bad idea to head out, and given the last few terrible ideas he's indulged lately, mostly as a result of the experiment last month, Eridan resists the urge to go.

But he wants to, dear god, he wants to so bad.

He's curled up on the sandy floor, barely two steps off the staircase, staring aimlessly at the distance and quietly drowning in nostalgia. He's never really stopped to sit down and miss life before the Game... but now he does and the wave of homesickness is almost entirely too much to handle.]

Comments

[caliginous]

You would enjoy that far too much.

[He flicks a hair-full of sand at the other troll. Yes, worse could have happened, but judging by the way Karkat was pointedly not looking at Eridan, he's keeping himself in check for...whatever reason.

Only Karkat knows how Karkat works, after all.]

[chronomancer]

Damn right I would.

[Eridan snorts, unfazed by the sand and instead kicking just a little in Karkat's general direction.]

[caliginous]

Keep dreaming, bulgegulper.

[Once Karkat is certain he's gotten all the grains of sand off his fingers, he checks his lip to see if its still bleeding. He really doesn't want to try and explain that to Kanaya.

Or Jin.

Or anyone, really.]

[chronomancer]

Bit pretentious of you, isn't it? To assume you've got a place in my dreams.

[Now he's just being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch.]

[caliginous]

[Karkat sporfles a little.]

Did you forget who you're talking to?

[That being Karkat Vantas, Thief of Heart, Empath, and Egotistical Douchebag Extraordinaire.]

[chronomancer]

How could I?

[Eridan smirked, revealing the fact there were faint traces of blue and jade staining his teeth.]

Still dealing with the fucking aftertaste.

rolls back to this after con death

[caliginous]

[The other troll's lips purse carefully when he looks over his shoulder to spot the state of his teeth. Something settles in his stomach that he does his best to pointedly ignore.]

Savor it. And do me a favor and make sure you don't get too attached. Brush your fucking fangs sometime in the near future.

[Karkat does, however, quietly dab at his lip with his tongue, trying to get it to stop bleeding. He stuffs his hands stiffly in his pockets to keep them from shaking. Its so hard not to indulge, with all the frustration that's festered and built up over the past year.]

/gathers up in arms

[chronomancer]

[At the word "attached", Eridan lost it, cracking up with a feral laughter that made his lack of a few screws more than a little blatant. He kicked some sand in Karkat's general direction as a result.]

It's too late, hon. How will I go on living without you now? Oh, that's right, without the urge to projectile vomit every third step.

[caliginous]

If you wanted me that badly, maybe you should have said so.

[It was a fairly smooth statement, almost a statement of the obvious and thus meant to be an insult. Nobody needed to tell Karkat anything they were feeling, because he always knew.

Still, the kick of sand forces Karkat's hand, his psychic powers seeking to throw Eridan to his back in the ground while bending his shoulders backward uncomfortably -- painfully if he decides to struggle.]

Don't get smart, nobody will recognize you.

[chronomancer]

[The abrupt change drags a grunt out of his throat as well as a snarl. He made himself continue laughing, nonetheless.]

I don't recognize myself half the time, darlin', that ain't much of a threat these days.

[caliginous]

Are you going to keep talking back? Are you that much of a masochist?

[Karkat's tone is short. He's focusing -- whatever he's about to be doing obviously takes a lot of concentration, as he's turned back to glare down at the other troll.]

[chronomancer]

Dunno, are you gonna play along? Because there's no point in putting up a show without an audience.

[caliginous]

[Its that point that Karkat decides Eridan needs to be kicked down a notch. Unfortunately, his time in the tower had snapped the chains off of most of the cerulean's limitations.

So he doesn't answer verbally. He keeps concentrating on Eridan before his eyes roll briefly in an attempt to keep following the command his powers are attempting to execute.

In a few short moments, Eridan will begin to feel the effects of a heart attack as the organ briefly ceases to function.]

[chronomancer]

[For a second there, Eridan wonders what Karkat's doing. And then the pain in his chest blooms so abruptly his breath skips a beat, his entire body seizing.

W E L P.]

[caliginous]

[Karkat lets it go on long enough for Eridan's vision to start blacking out before he lets his heart pump freely again, no doubt hard enough from the stress to cause a few aftershocks of pain.

He licks his fangs and cracks his neck, eyes narrowed a bit.]

Maybe next time you'll shut your impertenant seed flap before I have to shut it for you.

[chronomancer]

[And there are certainly aftershocks of pain. Eridan rides it out like a trooper, only whimpering a little in the back of his throat. He shudders. Coughs.

Then grins.]

And now you're interested in my seedflap? Fuck, Karkat, you're moving too fast for me, making me feel all coy and shit.

[caliginous]

[The parting gift Karkat offers is popping a blood vessel in the troll's wrist so his skin blooms a lovely jade beneath his skin.]

Maybe you should have thought of that before you tried chewing my face off.

[chronomancer]

[The pain of the burst makes Eridan laugh some more.]

Suck my bulge, Karkat.

[caliginous]

[Rather than answer, Karkat turns to leave, releasing his hold on Eridan and once again straightening his jacket. He had gotten his point across and he needed to get back to fix his lip before Jin or John woke up or Kanaya saw him.]

[chronomancer]

[The laser whistles past him, close enough it was a ridiculous exercise in precision how neither his ear nor his shoulder were burnt.

All that's left, however, is the ghost of Eridan's laughter, having vanished into another time already.

Fucker.]