vatheon | A long awaited meeting

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!curse: 28 - somatheon

A long awaited meeting

Who: Kanaya Maryam and Vriska Serket (

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Where: The Plaza
When: Sunday of the thought bubble curse, around noon.
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed, but it's a public location. If you really want in, just ask one of us.

Kanaya was NOT looking forward to this. She wasn't really looking forward to this even before this curse started. She needed to talk with Vriska though, to try and get things out in the open. The hard part was, Kanaya wasn't really sure just what it was she needed to get out. She used to have a crush, hell, she used to LOVE Vriska... and she had her heart broken for it. A lot had happened since then too, and Kanaya never really had time to come to terms with any of it. Just before it looked like the excitement was finally over and she would have time to relax, Kanaya found herself here in this strange place.

It was bad enough seeing her up on the island. Now they were meeting on purpose. And now this curse has kicked in. At least she got the chance to try and get some measure of control over it, experimenting with Zelda this morning. And maybe this would give her a little more chance to be able to trust what Vriska says.

The rainbow drinker arrived in the Plaza precisely at the stroke of Noon.

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[This couldn't come at a worse time for Vriska. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get rid of this bubble and it was driving her NUTS.

But she couldn't back out just because of some stupid curse. If she concentrated she could control what the bubble showed and that was good enough for her. She just needed to keep her mind focused...

Which was harder said than done for the poor troll. After arriving in the plaza and spotting Kanaya, she steeled herself for anything that was going to happen and made her way over there. Her bubble shivered quietly, a few spiders climbing along the inner sides, but otherwise it was behaving well.]

Kanaaaaaaaaya!

Hello Vriska. I'm sorry that this unfortunate curse began just before our scheduled meeting. I hope it won't be too much of an inconvenience.

[Kanaya's thought bubble was unsurprisingly on clothes. If she focused on ideas for different designs she could keep it fairly clear of and deeper thoughts. Images of dresses floated in the bubble, mostly long, draped designs, thought they mutated and changed as she thought of different was to shape them and modify them.]

No way! I wouldn't let something like this mess with me... [But it has already. Not that she's let that show. She only casually notes Kanaya's bubble. Of course it'd have clothes in it.]

So what did you want to talk about? [She folded her arms behind her head.]

[There's a chaotic movement behind the dress in her thought bubble. She's thinking of a dozen things at once, but so far she's keeping them wrapped tight as she forces herself to imagine a ball gown fit for a princess.]

The last time that we talked before we came here was a while ago from either of our perspectives. A lot has happened since then, both in the veil and here in Vatheon. Even when we were playing the game I never knew what our deal was. When we talked here in this place it's obviously been awkward. We both want to talk about this I think, so stop trying to avoid it like you don't know what this is all about.

[Kanaya sighs, then looks Vriska in the eyes.]

What am I to you?

[The numbers of spiders, all varying in size, increase in her bubble as Vriska stands there unable to say anything yet. What was she supposed to say? Was this a trick? No... No, Kanaya wouldn't play a trick on her- would she? No. Kanaya wasn't like that. She was almost sure.

So as she breathes out she starts speaking, obviously anxious.] What's that supposed to mean? You're supposed to be my moirail- I'm your moirail, aren't I? I mean-

[She bites her tongue, literally. She remembers the punch (her bubble is infested with spiders, some turning into different shades of pale pink and white; but they're quickly overtaken by the rest of the normally colored spiders) and twitches. She still didn't know what that meant.]

Why did you punch me?

[All shape and form is stricken from Kanaya's thought bubble. There's no words, not clothes, and no pictures. Just a red blaze of rage. Despite this, she managaes to keep herself controlled for a little bit at least.]

What. Moirails. Yes. Oh, that quadrant certainly seems like a nice fit, doesn't it. After all, I certainly filled that role for you quite a bit. Or at least I tried. I tried to curb your worst tendencies, even as you ignored me. I tried to help you, to change you, to keep you from being such a crazy...

[...]

And what did I get out of this moirallegiance? What the fuck did you ever put in to our relationship? This isn't supposed to be a one way thing, moirails are supposed to help each other. With the hemospectum considerations I was supposed to curb your violence and you were supposed to protect me. What the fuck were you doing when Eridan flipped out? Where were you we he killed me? You were off ignoring everything I tried to do. You were too busy murdering Tavros.

I don't know how we could ever have been considered moirails now. You did nothing for me, and thanks to you nothing I did had any effect. You just ignored me at every turn, even when it should have been obvious that I was interested in changing our relationship to something else. You ignored how I felt and did whatever you wanted. You want to know why I punched you? Because you deserved it.

[She listened to her rant, eyes widening and teeth grinding. The spiders in her bubble were beginning to kill and devour each other now.

Her fists clenched at her sides. So maybe she was a terrible moirail... So what. She never cared to admit to herself her own flaws, despite how blatantly obvious they were to everyone. Maybe her (poor) reasoning was that if she denied them long enough everyone would begin to as well.

Yet here she was with Kanaya, her back now broken under the weight of Vriska's flaws and misdoings. She should be congratulated for how far she's come. Not even Vriska could blame her for finally giving up. Everyone did eventually. It was something she'd come to accept with bitter resentment.

Although she'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt to know Kanaya had finally given up as well. It was just as well. She'd swallow this pain just like she had before.

Her bubble was just a bloodbath of a battlefield now, covered in the corpses of dead spiders. She didn't know what to say.]

Is that all, Maryam?

[Kanaya was surprised at her own viciousness, and even more taken aback by Vriska's reaction to it. It was hard for her to keep her usually controlled demeanor, to speak in her exact and measured way while she was trying so hard to keep her thoughts hidden.]

I wish. Wouldn't that be so easy for us both? To just call off this moirallegence, go our separate ways...

[And something slipped in the bubble, a string of words she managed to choke back, even as the curse rendered the action futile. Are you kidding me? Do you seriously not get it? I've been so plainly obvious even Karkat assumed... More words were forming as Kanaya remembered to control her thoughts, and once again images of clothing took form in the bubble]

No. That's not all.

Edited 2012-03-20 01:19 (UTC)

['Of course of course of course she'd do this eventually how did I not see this before really of course she'd give up

I'm such a fucking fail' Her words were cut off in her bubble by returning spiders. She only caught a glimpse of Kanaya's bubble before cloth covered its contents. What...?

But she snaps her eyes back at her, still wide and fighting off any expression that could show off her hurting.]

What is it, then?

I...

[The clothing in Kanaya's thoughts suddenly all seems to be of the same color... a certain bright orange. Behind, where words sometimes tried to peek around the designs, a field of cerulean began to slowly spread, expanding until it met the edges of the bubble.]

I pity you.

[In the span of only a few seconds her face drained of color completely before filling up again with bright blue. Her bubble became chaotic in movement and for that moment Vriska was stunned.

Her hands found themselves twisting in the fabric of her shirt. What did she say back to that? That she felt a little pink for her too? What if that was stupid? What if that didn't matter? As this ran through her mind, the spiders in her bubble started turning pink once more.]

I didn't know.

['I'm sorry.']

Yes. I did not realize that until just now. If I never wanted to be your moirail it wasn't... It wasn't because I didn't care.

[Try as she might Kanaya was still having troubles distancing herself from what had happened. From what will happen. She looked this Vriska in the face, right in the eyes, and could only think about what was going to happen the moment this strange place decided to send her back. The Hero of light colored clothing starts to turn green as the blue background bleeds through, until the outfits are lost entirely behind the blood. Kanaya turned away from Vriska then, looking up at the shimmering wall of the bubble above them.]

I'm sorry too.

[As she started to turn away-] Are you leaving?

[ Kanaya turned back with an utterly blank look on her face. Her thought bubble was likewise under control, maintaining that image of blue. For some reason Kanaya was focusing on that blood a little more than she thought she would, but it kept the bubble clear better than the clothing did.]

I don't know. I think I might need some time to think about this. I've felt flushed for you for a little too long Vriska. Even though I still pity you, maybe now more than ever, I...

I don't know what I want. Do you?

Edited 2012-03-22 06:08 (UTC)

No- I mean, I don't know! [She was floundering.]

I didn't know any of this! [She grits her teeth and looks away.]

I know... I've been a bad moirail. I fuck up a lot of things and a lot of things really are my fault and some of those things I feel... bad about, but-

[The words felt like broken glass in her throat.] You're the only one that's stuck with me all this time and I... I appreciate that, okay? I give a damn about you! And I just...

[She swallowed and folded her arms under her chest.] ... I know I don't want to lose you. [Whatever compelled her to speak out the honest to God truth she didn't know. She was vulnerable and open and ready to be stabbed and slashed and hurt over and over for letting herself be stupidly weak and honest because that was what she deserved now. Good job, idiot.]

[Kanaya's thought bubble pops in a puff of smoke, rendering no image whatsoever. She stared at Vriska, listening to her admissions. As Vriska finishes there is an uncomfortably long moment of silence, after which Kanaya's though bubble finally reforms, again showing nothing but blood.]

Alright. I meant what I said about needing some time to think about this, but I think maybe we both do.

[Kanaya could tell she was hurting. She just admitted that she needed someone else, that she cared about someone other than herself, and some small part of Kanaya couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied that she had driven her that far. Something about that broken look, that moment of helplessness, that feel that she needed Kanaya... just seemed all too attractive right now. But the honesty... that seemed like the biggest victory. The blue faded from the thought bubble for just a moment before Kanaya caught herself and refocused on the blood. ]

I can promise at least that I will continue to be... your friend.

[ Kanaya continued to focus on the blood but couldn't seem to think about anything else for a moment. She blinked, and looked at Vriska again. She looked over her, at her eyes, her fangs, the slope of the neck...

An image formed in the bubble. It was hazy, still covered in part by the blue, as the blood filtered the image. Kanaya, dressed elegantly. Vriska, standing in front of her. Kanaya could feel more than the bubble displayed, but she had lost herself to this image, this drive. She could feel a need, a desire burning away... and the bubble showed Kanaya closing with Vriska, taking her in a tight embrace. The figures in the bubble kiss, a short, momentary thing, before the rainbow drinker moved to the blueblood's throat. It's right there, the cerulean currents carried to the brain through major arteries... The bubble showed the glowing figure kiss Vriska's neck...]

Edited 2012-03-23 05:29 (UTC)

[ Kanaya let out a short sharp gasp, and regained her poise, mentally driving the images out of the bubble, and going back to focusing on clothing.]

I. Uhm. I should be going, I'm sorry.

[ She turned away quickly, as much to get away as to hide the blush on her face ]

[Somehow she was caught up in the motion picture of Kanaya's bubble, goosebumps running along her skin and especially her neck. Her ears and cheeks burned blue when the movie stopped and the poor glowing troll caught herself.]

Alright... [Stupid stupid. Could she have sounded any more like an idiot? But... she watches her scurry away and she doesn't bother to run after her.]

Oh no. oh no oh no oh NO... What... WAS that.

[Her face was burning as she ran off. She was embarrassed enough from having to admit her feelings like that, when she could swear that Vriska must have known this whole time. But that was... unexpected. She didn't want to think about Vriska's death... but it was so easy to focus on the blood and then... She couldn't really control her little fantasy at all. Oh no. Vriska probably thought it was some erotic daydream. This was a DISASTER. If not for the embarrassment though, she might not of had the control to stop herself from... well.]

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