vatheon | New Arrival

Who: Sollux Captor and ANYONE!
Where: By the coral
When: Today
Format: Starting in prose but I'm happy to follow your lead
Status: Open as Sollux' gaping ocular sockets

He was killing himself. He could feel it in the intense pain that exploded across his think pan like someone was jabbing two culling forks through his eye sockets and then wiggling them around inside his brain.

He was sure he had killed himself. He sort of hoped he had killed himself, because living with that kind of damage was going to suck serious hoofbeast testicles.

And then he'd expected to hopefully find himself safe and sound in the bubbles, where he could spend eternity reliving the few good moments he'd had in his short life and leave the universe-saving and misery to someone else. What he hadn't expected was a whole lot of water, and confusion and a lot of voices, none of which were familiar. It sounded like he'd suddenly landed himself in the middle of a city.

Frightened and confused, he pushed himself up, coughing up a lungful of sea water and yellow blood, and felt around helplessly, searching for something, anything familiar. "Hello?" he called out, but not too loud. Karkat, Kanaya, Terezi and Gamzee had been right there. Why wasn't anyone saying anything to him?

"What happened?"

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Awestruck? By what? You cover yourself up so much with your lame clothes you'd think you're ashamed!

[Sollux hears him coming and jerks back, eyes sparking, but the migraine flares into horrible life again just at the hint of using his powers.

He knows he is pathetic and helpless, and that pretty much everything Eridan said is true. But he's not about to admit that to a homicidal piece of shit like him. Not in a million sweeps.]

It's not luck, you nooksucker. It's because I made a deal with you. If you had even a shred of decency, you'd have helped me just because we're supposed to be friends.

Pfft, you're just jealous that I know how to properly present myself in stylish clothes while you wear those bland rags. Though, I guess those are fittin' for someone a the proletariat!

[Oh, those sparks sure are familiar and at the sight of them, Eridan near physically recoils from them, but he wills himself not to. Sollux is too weak like this, there's no way he can possibly do anything like he has before when in this state.]

Friends? We're supposed to be friends? Don't make me laugh, Sol. I'd newer be friends with someone as outright LOWLY as you. Not to mention you're not supposed to be friends with your--

[rival. He stops, glaring at Sollux all the more, before releasing his shirt with a quick turn, heading for the door if Sollux doesn't do anything to stop him.]

Forget it, you're not worth my time anymore than you're worth hatin'.

Stylish? Please. They make you look like a fucking tool who tries too hard. And I'd never be friends with someone as fucking full of himself as you!

[But he stops, startled, wondering what Eridan was just about to say. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was about to say 'rival', but probably he was going to say something else.

...He just can't think of what that something else might be at the moment.

He wants Eridan to leave, except then he'll be alone. So he sneers at his retreating back]

Running away?

[He ignores the other comments, he's well aware that the commoners don't know a thing about looking good if what they wear is anything to go by. Though, what stops him is that last bit. Those two questioning words. He sneers, looking over his shoulder, brows knitted together.]

What?

You heard me.

[Sollux turns and reaches into the ablution trap, feeling around until he finds the taps and turns them on]

But no, you can go. Go ahead, Prince. I'm bored of talking to you, anyway.

[Eridan stays put for a moment or two, fancying the idea of shoving Sollux into the damn ablution trap before leaving. But that'd contradict what he just said earlier concerning the land dweller.]

[But... The fact that Sollux says he's bored of him stings him more than it should. Or, more than he thinks it should.]

Pfft, I'm not runnin', honeysucker, I'm takin' my leawe. Also, I was bored a you long before we ewen made it to the fuckin' hotel. So just drown yourself in your fuckin' bath, it'll do us all a fawor.

[And with that, he turns to leave again, if Sollux will shut his trap long enough to let him.]

[Damn, the dig about him being boring didn't work. But he supposes it's just as well. He doesn't really want to be alone, but being with Eridan is probably worse. He needs to sleep and wash up without having to worry about Eridan taking potshots at him with his wand.

So he tests the water temperature with one hand and then strips off his shirt, seemingly ignoring Eridan's presence. One could easily count every rib and all his vertebrae]

Good riddance, whalefucker.

Tch...

[But that's when he hears what sounds like Sollux removing his shirt--and, oops he's a little more than curious. Don't mind Eridan stopping again, because as much as he's trying to play it off like Sollux is a waste of time, it's actually really nice to have him back--in that irritating I hate you sort of way. especially seeing him shirtless...]

[Maybe Sollux won't notice the lack of a door opening and closing and will just continue. Maybe. Hey, no one said that Eridan wasn't a bit of a peeping tom ok.]

[Sollux tosses the shirt aside carelessly and levers himself to his feet slowly and painfully, but Eridan is an idiot if he thinks he's going to strip any further without being sure Eridan is gone.

He didn't hear the door open. He might not be surprised if Eridan carelessly left the door open as he left, but he never opened it in the first place, which means he's still here]

Wow, you really must be desperate. Are you planning on hiding to watch me strip? Do you think I'm a fucking retard? I'm blind, not stupid.

[Shit. He was kind hoping with whatever trauma Sollux undergone, plus that swift deck to the face he gave him earlier, that maybe Sollux was missing some of his usual faculties, it's obvious this isn't the case.]

Fuck no. You think I want to waste my gander bulbs away on your skeletal ass? Fuck that, I was just on my way out.

[Gdi, oh well, this was time poorly spent anyways, even if it was kinda refreshingly aggravating. Something about Sollux just gets under his fucking skin, the incorrigible dick. With one last gaze at the half naked troll, Eridan is sure to leave, slamming the door DRAMATICALLY behind him.]

Right, well that's what I thought. [Sollux speaks to the empty room, frowning a bit. Why had Eridan waited even as long as he had? God, the guy was such a weirdo. There was really nothing to see but skeletal ass and mutations.

Could he...?

No. that was stupid.

He strips down the rest of the way and steps into the trap, trying to just forget about Eridan for now]

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