#apicultured

> You know you look a proper fucking mess right now, still roughed up quite a bit from last night’s tussle, hair unstyled and sticking out everywhere, clothes shoddy and loose and covered in dirt and sweat from the day’s work. On top of that, you’re crying.

> You don’t care. You don’t have to impress Aradia. You never did.

> You place your hands on the screen on either side of her face as you choke up. You’re smiling. They’re happy tears. You can’t remember the last time you cried from happiness.

After more than an hour of speaking to Karkat on the phone, you finally make up an excuse to leave, not really able to keep it together after everything he’s told you. Right before you go to hang up, you feel something seize up in your chest, and you hesitate.

“–Karkat?”

“Good– Huh?”

“…Nothing. Good light.”

“…Good light.”

You select “end call”, put your glasses into standby mode, and bury your face in one hand as the last embers of your cigarette – only one of many you’ve needed to get through this evening – dance around the fingertips of your other.

You were going to go on a date with Feferi – you were excited to go on a date with Feferi! She spoke so kindly to you – even past the bullshit facade she puts on for the sake of her job, you can tell that she means it, tell that she’s nervous and genuinely sweet underneath the surface. How could…

How could she be so sweet to you when she ruined Karkat’s life so thoroughly?

You scrub away at the tears that prickle at the corners of your eyes before they have a real chance to form, leaning against the apartment balcony that overlooks the city for support. Your cigarette stub gets flicked down into the alley below before it can singe your fingers, and then you take a deep, deep breath to keep yourself from crying any further. God, you’ve missed so much. The Karkat you remember was quiet, sweet, lonely, and so, so shy, with the occasional penchant for getting into fights and a hair-trigger temper based in as much of shame as it was in pride. It must have killed him to have his trust betrayed so thoroughly. It must have killed him so much more to lose his privacy than to lose his pride. You didn’t know how much he lost period, with Terezi and Kanaya and Nepeta being gone as well. Oh god, and the way he spoke about losing Aradia, about when he lost –

No. Not you. He didn’t lose you. You aren’t Sollux to him. 

You’re just Altair.

You remember the pain in his voice when he talked about how innocent and naive you were, and how you almost said “I love you” when he did, and you can’t help but break. 

You cry into your hands quietly, not wanting to awake Aradia sleeping on the couch just inside. You miss your best friend so much. All you wish is that you could take some of his pain away.

And at this point, you can’t cancel with Feferi. Tomorrow, you’re going to have to look Feferi in the eyes knowing what she did to ruin Karkat’s life.

well hell0 every0ne, nice 0f y0u t0 j0in me

my name’s aradia megid0 and i’ve just recently came back fr0m the dead. i’m what they call “a dead gh0ul walking.”

> You crush that all into a fine powder and carefully brush it into a cute and tiny jar with an adorable little cork, which you wrap with wire and thread through the beads,  fashioning a little hook out of the end with plenty of room to twist it together. You figure if Aradia uses this as a phone charm, it’ll at least always be on her.

thanks for the follow back, miss.