#wrsethngs

          ❝ Fuyuhiko? ❞     There’s clear sadness in the low voice of the princess. It’s reasonable she feels this way ... everyone knew exactly why. & Out of everyone in the Jabberwock Islands, only the Yakuza could understand her pain. Sure, his grief & hurt could not compare ( not even in the slightest ) to the one she felt. His was far worse ... far too great for her to even match. However, it was a sensation, only those who suffered from the loss of someone dear to that idiotic killing game could understand. It ached ... it stung her heart so bad. It was even harder to breathe !! How could he handle this feeling for so long ... ? So alone ?

           >>  'just doesn’t sea-m vvery fair, fef.’

           eridan, you are holding feferi’s hand. it’s nice, and a staple of most of your feelings jams, but a complete pain in the ass when you lose your balance on her pile. it’s just so goddamn easy to slip when everything is so close to floating away already, and you never want to let go just to readjust yourself and ask for her to grab onto you again -- bloody water. never really did do anything for you, but she liked it better down here than on your ship. that makes sense. your ship is kind of a dump.

           you like holding her hand. it reminds you just a little of the badass business end of a harpoon -- sharp, unassuming unless wielded. compared to your own lumbering fingers, she’s downright dainty. while your blubber on about your ‘friends’, the fun they seem to have without you, you can’t help but stare at the spot your palms touch. you pity the fact that she looks so pretty whilst being so powerful. 

           hold on a minute. you what?

           shit.

           eridan. distract yourself!

           >>  'i mean, they all fuckin get on betta with each otter than they do wwith me.’

           wait. is she upset with you? she looks a little upset with you. for a second, you bluster, trying to keep your mouth from drying out completely. this is fucking moronic. you are underwater, and your mouth is dry? what kind of set-up is this? eridan, talk to your moirail. talk to her about literally anything other than yourself, you selfish piece of shit.

           >>  ‘fef? is evveryfin okay?’

           what are you going to do if it isn’t? not everything can be fixed by you heading out to hunt. not everything can be glossed over because you decided to put off killing the landwellers for a few more days. you shift, trying to catch her eye. she’s staring at one of the cuttlefish she keeps caged, an expression you don’t recognise in her eyes.

           she lets go of your hand.