#vvoldemora

((ive tried so hard to turn eridan into an oc and god have i failed))

Hours ago, but not many.

Sollux had been increasingly anxious the whole day, for nearly the first time actually spending much of the day up and pacing the block. Never did he suggest putting it off again- though many times did it cross his mind. He knew he couldn’t ask for a raincheck this time, that it has gone on too long for him to skirt around it again. He even got Mora and Bloody to agree on a date- it was the most he’s done so far during one of his ‘Maybe I really should return’ fits so he couldn’t back down.

Finally, the time caught up with him and he shot out messages asking if everything was good to go- not that he really thought it wouldn’t be, but at least this way he knew he wouldn’t have to spend too long in front of the rest of his friends worried as all fuck. At least only poor Mituna had to deal with him like that. Speaking of, this time he requested that Mituna went with him for this one and that he would hold his hand (his real hand) when he went back to that body. Sollux knew he’d need comfort. Hell, he already always needed comfort. Regardless, it helped soothe his frayed mind to be able to transport back to that hospital with Mituna next to him.

In retrospect he felt bad that he was so tunnel visioned in, both very detatched and very focused at the same time. Seeing his real body laying atrophied on a hospital bed, knowing that’s him, sent him another good couple miles away emotionally, yet he had to tear his eyes from it because he couldn’t stop staring. Shifting that focus instead to his friends, listening best he could again to them going over what the gameplan was, what the process would be like, sided with their own concern and questions of his okayness. All he could really do was numbly nod and tell them that he made up his mind and wanted, really now, to go through it all and return. They seemed to understand him well enough and got on with it all, offering him a chair and Mora begining the...-what was Mora calling it? -ritual, he supposes, while Bloody kept watch over his vitals.

The act of actually returning was about as strange and disorienting as it was the first time, except this one felt a dozen times heavier. Probably thanks to the leftover medicine keeping his body drowsy. He appreciated it if only because he knew otherwise he’d primarily feel pain, the pains he was able to go without inside a soulbot. The pains that remind him that he’s living within an actual troll body, the one he was hatched with. Sollux wasn’t sure he would have been ready for all that. It was already overwhelming simply feeling the physical fatigue.

It took a good half an hour to even pry open his eyes, to register the others and that everything went correctly- he knew of course, but he wanted them to know as well. When he speaks it’s airy and raspy, his tongue like lead and chords fighting his wants to produce sound. A simple “I’m Okay.” Here’s to hoping one of them could catch something out of the noises or could read lips. Vaguely Sollux recalls he did learn how to sign, but with an attempt to move his arms up and only recieving a solid nothing, maybe a twitch at best, he realizes now isn’t the time to try. He flicks his eyes to the, actually rather blurry now that he thinks about it oh- because he doesn’t have his glasses on, form of Mituna sitting near the bed and tries to offer a smile, that working a bit better he assumes, but isn’t entirely sure about. He isn’t entirely sure about anything right now, but he wants to make it seem like he is. That’s a lie, there is one single thing he is more than sure about:

((would she have been working for stitches this entire time tho))

i wwas but its vvery commonly spreadin misinformation so ivve fallen out a the habit

you aint missin much

can you fuck it

vvoldemora replied to your post: dash topic has shifted away from corn ill bring it...

fuck you again

these two posts emanate a very similar yet distinctly different energy