if he didnt drowwn in chocolate im not interested

She was nervous, to say the least. But she had to do this — or, so she kept telling herself. She hadn’t seen Eridan in so long, except across the painfully long tables at which she met with her advisors. They’d sit there, even talk occasionally amongst the political discussion, but it was like nothing happened.

She didn’t want it to be nothing, though. She missed him, at the very least as her loyal friend. But now, as she’s standing on her transportalizer, she’s terrified. She, empress of Alternia, is scared to face her old friend.

If asked why she wouldn’t be able to say, yet she couldn’t shake this feeling that she would somehow disappoint him and his previous image of her.

Finally, she stopped stalling, and forced herself to press down on the button to send her to Eridan’s coordinates.

wwho you raggin on

my fuckin timelines serket

miserable grimy dirtscrapin bastard