vatheon | Lets get palemantic in here

Who: Eridan and Feferi
Location: Feferi's hive
Time: May 2nd early morning (HOW'S IT FEEL FEFERI)
Style: action
Status: closed!

[After dealing with Dualscar and talking with Karkat the previous day, Eridan has decided that he really can't put this off any longer. He knows how he feels, regardless of what conflicts he has with himself at present, and Karkat thinks it'll be good for him. And maybe it will be. So here he is, at Feferi's door and his hands feel numb. Why is he so fucking nervous? Okay, he knows why, but goddamnit, Eridan. Get yourself together.]

[His hand raises to knock, but he stops, chewing on his bottom lip as he stares at the door. It takes just a moment for him to sum up his fake-confidence, a deep breath taken in and soon after a knock to the door. When did he become such a wreck? This isn't fucking fair, he should be better than this, he shouldn't be some unsure little wriggler who's acting even less confident than Tavros. What kind of seadweller is he if he can't even talk to his ex about them getting back together and his own screwed up problems?]

[Either way, he's waiting there silently. Each second going by like they're hours and he almost turns to leave. His own (However slight) self control being the only thing keeping him there. He knows he needs this, knows it'll be for the best, knows if he could admit to her unknowing self that he murdered her, then he can do this. But why does this almost seem harder?]

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[ Feels pretty good, actually. Feferi is in the middle of cleaning up after breakfast when the knock comes at the door. Who could that be, so early? Well, no time to think on it for too long. She flips the water on the faucet off and wipes her hands on her apron. ]

I'm coming! Hold on!

[ Might as well not leave them hanging, whoever they are! She doesn't even bother to remove the apron, and her feet hit the floor with audible thumps as she near-sprints to the door. Throwing the lock, she opens it up--

Only to see Eridan?

It's hard to hide that she's a bit surprised, but smiles anyway. She is glad, at least, to see that the bleach and dye kits she got him seemed to have worked. She hasn't said anything to Vriska, but even she's a little steamed about that. Just because some trolls don't value taking care of their hair doesn't mean others don't. ]

Uh. Hey Eridan! What's up?

[Oh well Fef don't you look cute in that apron? Wait, that's not important here. His mouth flattens to a line as he looks at her. His arms coming up to fold over his chest, not necessarily in a way to be bratty or anything, but to try and make himself feel more comfortable with this. Almost like trying to hide in plain sight.]

I--Well, I figured we should probably hawe a chat. Can I come in?

[ It's really hard not to laugh at him, but she tries really hard and manages to channel it into a natural girl. Feferi one, inadvertently laughing at Eridan-- zero! She steps aside and gestures into the hallway. ]

Sure! I just had breakfast but I can make you something if you want. Are you hungry? Something to drink? Ooh, I got good at making tea! How about that?

Tea would be fine.

[Feferi, stop being so bubbly gosh, this is serious business and you aren't taking it very seriously! He follows her in though, and it definitely is better she didn't laugh at him, otherwise he'd probably just want to leave.]

[ Too late! She's already closed and bolted the door behind him, now he is trapped forever. Leading the way into the kitchen, she pulls out one of the chairs at the table for him before skipping over to the counter to put the kettle on to boil. ]

Sooo... what did you want to chat about?

[ She glances at him over her shoulder as she pulls some mugs down from the cabinets and drops a teabag into each. ]

[He lets out a soft puff of air, almost like a sigh, but not nearly as dramatic. He stares at the pulled out chair a moment before resigning to his fate and taking a seat, watching her skip her happy way on over to make tea. No one should be THAT happy about making tea. He places his elbow on the table, using the palm of his hand as a chin rest as he continues to keep an eye on her, not wanting to look away because of how petty it'd make him feel.]

About us bein' moirails.

I was hoping you'd say that.

[ Turning her back to the counter, she leans against it, meeting his eyes intently and searching his body language for some kind of tip off about what kind of news she's about to get. Admittedly she's a little nervous that he might say no, and she'll definitely be disappointed if he does. ]

So are we going to do this thing? Are we going to be ex-ex-moirails?

I...

[He closes his mouth there after, trying to keep himself composed for this. He knows what he's going to say, but this isn't going to be easy, though he somehow knows she probably knows. Feferi's not stupid. He knows this, most definitely, but he can't help but feel somewhat guilty for what he's going to be subjecting her to. It's been half a sweep since he's had a moirail and while he did talk to Karkat about certain things, there's been quite a bit festering beneath the surface and he's not sure if Feferi really has the equipment to handle this shit anymore, but he's willing to try.]

... I want to be moirails with you, I'm pale as can be for you Fef. I want to giwe this another shot, but I hawe my concerns and my doubts, howewer, I want you to prowe me wrong. I still think this isn't somethin' I'm right in hawin', but... I know I probably need this, ewen if I don't necessarily deserwe it.

[ How is it even possibly to feel guilty with how excited she looks! Not that she doesn't always look excited, but this is beyond excited, where her fins puff up and she grins from ear to ear. If this were going to be any more cliche, the kettle would be going off right about now, but alas, it's not meant to be. The water is still working to come to a boil!

She doesn't need a conveniently-whistling tea kettle to launch herself forward and nearly topple both him and the chair over in something resembling a tackle-hug. She may have learned a thing or two from getting Nepeta-pounced so many times... ]

Eridan, you big stupid glubber, of course I'm going to prove you wrong!

[His heart about jumps into his throat when Fef all but tackles him over in his seat. His arms instinctively going around her as if to cling on for dear life--but then they don't fall and neither do his arms. He just holds onto her and it feels wonderful. There's really no guilt picking at him in this moment, in fact, he's feeling nothing but those wonderful pale feelings rising. He might be burying his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder.]

[He really wants her to prove him wrong, really wants this to work out and maybe, just maybe, he wants to be able to have a day where he doesn't feel like a complete bag of excrement.]

Well, I'll try my best not to make this too much of a pain in your fuckin' nook, alright?

I dunno...

[ This is an awkward position to be standing in, so she swings her legs around so that she can wiggle her way onto his lap. ]

I think you would not be Eridan Ampora if you were not just a little bit of a pain. But I'll let you know when you're going overboard.

[ She hesitates a bit, uttering a small noise as she stops herself from saying any more without thinking. This isn't just about her fixing him, it's about them being there for each other. She knows that now. ]

And you do the same, okay? Because this is going to be about us this time!

Edited 2012-05-07 05:01 (UTC)

Lets get palemantic in here

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