❝Ruined Passion.

» You’ve seen a thousand of emotions pass Eridan’s face since you’ve known him, this is the boy that you’ve been killed by for God’s sake. You mocked him and seen steam basically rise from his ears, you’ve fist fought with him and seen him look at you with what was a hint of fear. You’ve seen him light up when he’s happy or blush when he’s embarrassed, you’ve seen him sob and you’ve seen him get right back on his feet again. You’ve watched him shift emotions like flipping through a pamphlet, though right now, the emotion on his face was something you hadn’t seen before. You could swear that he’s thinking of something that he’s never thought of before and you don’t know how to react with it. Your matesprit can be pretty terrifying when he’s trying to be and you don’t know how to help him when he does sink into the darker thoughts, you aren’t a fan of dealing with homicidal thoughts. You don’t know how to deter him from it, and once again you are reminded that he seriously needs a moirail and you don’t know if you should try to shove him and Violet together or not. You kind of think they could use each other but you don’t comment. 

» You watch him stroll out and swing to your feet, you weren’t wearing anything special. You had changed your style sense just like you had promised Terezi that you would. You wear dark jeans and a pretty awful blue (and also slightly red) plaid button up because you’ve taken to owning shirts like these. You have blue converse on and a red rubber wristband that you bought for a dollar at the grocery store. It makes you feel kind of complete, you’re always following your code of red and blue. It’s actually kind of nice. You run a hand through your dark hair and shrug to yourself before following him out, the house has jars of bugs all around and random cheeto bags that you’ve been trying to hide more avidly. It feels like a house that you two would own and you’re slightly proud of your own special trimmings. When the door opened, you saw Violet and you shrugged to yourself. Maybe this was your chance to try to push them in the same general direction. You’d see if you were up to it.

» You pull out your phone and duck behind the bar counter to call in the pizza, you make sure to order two because you know that Violet won’t eat meat and as lame as that is, you don’t really care. You can eat a whole pizza yourself and you’re fine with that. You lean against the fridge and order one in with mushrooms and green peppers, then you order one in with everything on it for yourself. You don’t understand how those two can only eat veggies on theirs and you have to draw everything from within yourself not to care. You wonder if they will ever become moirails because you kind of think they could use it. They’re so unbelievably alike that sometimes you find yourself thinking about it when you see her Tumblr. You know that he could use her as a moirail, they were both so imperfect and ultimately flawed that they had a sense of kinmenship whenever they spoke. They were able to talk without getting all wrapped up about it. That’s just what a moirail needed. You watched them from the corner of your eye as you spoke.

» Viewer: Be Violet.

» You smile brightly at Eridan because you know that he was starting to feel protective for you. You could have figured that out with a grain of sand, he was a little obvious about his emotions when he’d threatened to blow Axyl up. You toyed with the end of your fluffy gray scarf and unwrapped it from your neck, you wrapped the scarf around your wrist instead for safe keeping and then you threw your arms around him in a hug because it’s become a bit of a necessity for you to hug him whenever you see him because you miss him. You miss people in general, your kids are getting older and they leave for sleepovers every weekend, and your house just seems empty and cold lately. There’s something about the place that you can’t stand at all. You’ve started working at a diner, a real job that doesn’t leave you with blood on your hands. There’s always an urge though, the huntress curse trying to nudge you into an untimely doom.

» You have to wear a completely white mask at the diner but other than that, your boss took pity on you with the job. You tilt your head and touch the mask on your face, it’s cool to your fingertips and you can feel the texture of the dried paint. It’s one of your other masks, you’ve painted this one in an array of colors. Every color on the hemospectrum to be exact, it’s actually a favorite of yours. It’s so colorful that sometimes people don’t even think to ask you why you wear it. The strap that fastens it is a dark purple ribbon. 

» For starters, you aren't exactly sure how Violet would feel about watching you rip out her ex-matesprit's heart and you also aren't close to him. You would have to be holding a conversation with him--and you would if you could, a stuffy-aired casual conversation; you can see it now--or something similar so that you could actually touch him. Maybe you would do it whenever you were going in to shake his hand goodbye, whisper a sweet 'now you know how the hell she feels' into his ear and watch him drop to his knees before you. Oh, that would be delightful. You could feel the intoxication as you cleaned up the mess--of course, you had made everything ready beforehand--and Violet wouldn't have to deal with his ignorant ass again. It would be wonderful.

» But you're no where near him at the moment, what a shame on your part. You crinkle your nose and bring yourself back to the present day; you're standing with your fingers knitted together in the living room of the apartment that you share with your current matesprit. You inhale sharply and look around the room, your gaze catching Sollux slipping behind the counter so that he could call the pizzas in. You exhale and look back towards Violet, a smile threading over your lips.

yeah it has been awwhile not too long though really it couldvve been quite a lot longer you knoww that you can drop by at any time really

» You close the door behind her and stroll over towards the couch, settling down against the leather. Your mind's still half occupied and you aren't actually sure if you're going to be able to focus on the movies tonight. Your fins are pinned back, the right ones a little tattered from the attack; you don't really talk about anything that happened back then much, but you still have dreams about it. You clear your throat before continuing, trying to bring your attention back for the most part.

» You dried your hands on your pant legs and headed back towards the bedroom where Eridan was growling towards the heavens and yelling little angry comments. Sometimes it was funny when he was angry but right now he just seemed angry, you wondered what had happened and you arched you dark brows in response to the snarls. You shook your bangs from your eyes and you watched him another long couple of moments. You wonder if it has to do with Violet again and you don’t really want to have to go to the feelings tub again. “uh, ED, are you ok? liike, you 2eem a tad biit angry. ii2 2omethiing up?”

» You’re not sure whether to try to hug him or not but your hands are still damp and you’re pretty sure he’ll cringe a little. Wet hands mean cold hands and that would kind of suck allot. You settle on the corner of the bed and fold you long legs. You rest your long fingered artist hands on your knees as you watch him and cock your head slightly. “ii thiink 2omeone ii2 knockiing, 2o thii2 miight not be the be2t tiime.”

» Viewer: Be Violet and disregard character accounts.

» You have just changed clothes in a very quick manner, you’re now in dark jeans and a dark sweater that fits to the newly developed fuller figure that you have. It makes you look prettier now, you aren’t stick thin anymore, not by a long shot but you aren’t quite pudgy yet either. You gained back the natural weight that your body is supposed to harbor and you’re sure that you’re more gorgeous now than you once were. If it weren’t for your scar, maybe you could be as pretty as you like to think you are but every tearing glance makes you more and more sure that you’re like he said; hideous. You wrap your gray knit scarf around your neck and tuck it under before you smile at the mirror. It doesn’t quite touch your eye and you can still see the mass of scar tissue that covers the side of your face. 

» You wouldn't allow him. You would be there hunting him down before you knew what you were doing, cleaning off your wand and maybe buying a knife while you were at it so that you could actually figure out what it feels like to murder someone you don't care about so close up. You were never the serial killer type, so these feelings are a little new to you, but you're pretty sure that you know more about yourself than any other person and there's one thing that you're certain of; you want Axyl dead. It's nothing in black regards--there are no romantic backdrop or wanting to keep him alive--you just wanted to tie him down and give him a good, slow death so that he can feel the exact same amount of pain that Violet did. Nobody touches your friends, especially your almost-Moirail. You're making a fist now and you crack it against your forehead as a growl slips from your throat, your nails biting into your flesh. That's enough. You don't need to freak out with Violet, she doesn't need to deal with you right now at the moment, especially since she came here with a movie to watch. You were going to have a good afternoon whether you had to force yourself to or not.

» You push the laptop forward so that you're able to slip off the bed and answer the door. You weren't surprised to see Violet, so you instantly stepped aside and allowed her into the apartment. It was a little more messy than the last time that she was there, but everything was in the same place. You looked her over and smiled, shoving your Axyl problems into the back of your mind so that you were actually able to concentrate on everything that was happening at the moment--it was going to start to become a tangle of emotions sooner or later and you were going to have to deal with that, but not now. You were dressed in quite average clothing for yourself, considering that you hadn't gotten up to do anything; a short-sleeved shirt, dark jeans, and your scarf wrapped around your neck. The ends of the scarf had been tattered since the accident and it gave you a slightly more pirate look, which is probably one of the reasons that you kept it around. You've had this scarf so long that you honestly wouldn't throw it out even if you needed to.

» You run into the room with the glass of red fluid and you hold it up in triumph. Bee organs swish around at the bottom of it but you try not to think about that. You have never been more pleased with yourself than you are right now, you can feel your happiness growing as it bubbles up in your chest. You have figured it out and your hair is in your eyes so you can barely see what you figured out but you have figured it out! Your hair has gotten ridiculously long, it’s chin-length now and it hangs just short of your eyes. You really need to trim it but you’re stuck in a limbo of cutting it or not cutting it. 

» You blink and look down at the red liquid in the bottle and organs swishing around at the bottom. You honestly didn't know what was murdering his bees, but you also didn't care that much about it to look into it like he was. Maybe the fact that he found it out would mean that he would stop bringing frozen bees into the house and storing them in the fridge. You really hoped that it would, you didn't like opening the door to find frozen bugs in glasses. It was a really good idea and you're kind of proud of him for having it.

good. theyll appreciiate iit graciiou2ly.

they love two be admiired. anyway, iim goiing two 2tart cuttiing iintwo thii2 guy here and we are goiing two fiigure out what2 down. ii thiink iit miight actually be a toxiin iin the pollen that he2 diige2ted. maybe the flower2 around the apartment are 2prayed. hm.

good

as long as they knoww wwhat theyre gettin themselvves into its not goin to be some realistic expectation so if thats wwhat you havve in your head then youre lookin at the wwrong guy to admire these fuckin bees they suck anywway

but thats actually a good idea if it happens to be that i can call up there an tell them to stop sprayin around our apartment so that your bees wwill stop digestin the toxins

iim goiing two fiigure iit out, ii even piicked up 2ome better tool2, iive got thii2, iim goiing two fiigure iit out and when ii do iim goiing two celebrate. wiith piizza.

seriously

just so that i can get the pizza that you ordered to MY fuckin apartment i havve to hold a damn jar of bees an admire them a little bit it wwill probably be totally not real an complete make believve

ED, ii am 2toriing more bee2 iin the freezer.

youre doin more of that bs