Guess who is requesting the saddest, most heart wrenching Sollux+Feferi+Eridan polyamory where Feferi drowned and died and its just Sollux and Eridan
I need an Answer.
Breakfast had become a ritual between them all, at Feferi’s request, even though the magic had died and the dust had settled down to it just being Eridan and Sollux, at a table like two gay lovers with insatiable hatred for each other in the most sitcom, harmless way possible. Feferi really was what made it special, being the food on the table, now replaced by Eridan’s cartoned latte mix and milk and Sollux’s microwaveable sausage biscuit that always smelled pungently of mustard that was never applied to it.
The silence was noisy, and even the air vents in the house emitted no breath, everything held at a standstill. Formaldehyde kept the corpse from rotting, her beautiful face still laying in that silk-lined box, her lips painted pink, her face blushed for her. Her mom took time off of business fully, finally; her sister wore a skirt. Feferi could have made anything possible. Hell, she made these two buffoons cohabitate with her in her polyamoric triangle that took years of talking about, thinking about, and building to, just to keep Sollux and Eridan from immediately cutting each other to ribbons.
“So…” Eridan began, after a sip of the warmed drink in the mug from the marina he visited with his father in middle school.
“So what, asshat?” Sollux snapped back at him, hardly entertaining the moment with as much sorrowful submission as Eridan seemed to be satisfied with.
“Jesus Christ, Sol. I’m just tryin’ to be civil. Neither of us really w-wants ta move out, and I don’t feel like movin’ quickly. If we gotta live together, I wanna talk.”
“I don’t, dipshit. Don’t try. Let’s eat our food and go to work and do all that other shit without you trying to talk to me and pissing me right the fuck off. I don’t care what you want. I’m not here because of you.”
“Shut up. Just shut up.”
“You know what? No. I’m not going to shut up. We’re gonna talk to each other if that’s what you want so bad, and we’re going to get along so Feferi doesn’t feel stressed out and go back to that little campground on the lake she used to love as a kid and-”
“Sol, I swear to God-”
“-break her fucking neck on a fish habitat beside a fucking fishing dock and go missing for a whole day before kayakers find her body. I don’t want to know how the mortician got that bloat off of her-”
“Stop it! Sol, I’m not going to make you talk and I don’t want to talk about Fef today.”
“So sensitive! Oh! Woe is me! Eridan Ampora needing more pampering!”
“Fuck you. Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t you love to?”
