[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

[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.]