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004 ♒ Video | Night190

[Eridan is seated on his bed, the window behind him showing off the festive twinkling lights of the city. The seatroll in question looks anything but festive however, huddled beneath the folds of his cloak, scarf wrapped tight around his throat. He scowls at the video, tugging the cape around his shoulders.]

Fuckin' great, wwe got another neww round a' suckers for the gods to toy wwith. I hope you're settlin' in wwell an' all that hoofbeastshit the humans spout off wwhenevver neww people showw up. You need anything? Don't come to me. Got it?

[He sneers, motioning towards the window and the gorgeous winter scene outside.]

An' these lights are somethin' else. All fuckin' festivve like 12th Perigree's Evve. I'm sure they're "magical" an' "breathtakin'" an' all that trite sentiment.

[He holds up a hand in protest.]

But. More importantly, wwhy isn't anyone talkin' about this fuckin' cold. Howw long is this goin' to last? A perigree? Longer? Is this normal for this wworld or some kind a' damn curse? Wwouldn't surprise me if it wwere.

[As the fins would suggest, guess who's just a touch coldblooded.]

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I--...

[Eridan shrugs.]

If Fef evver--if she changed her mind, dropped that fuckin' loser like she should havve done wwhen they first became acquainted...

[He lets himself trail off, biting at his lower lip. It's a lot to ask, and he knows it. And part of him doesn't want to ask at all.]

[Someone asked a whopper, and it was written all over her face. There was a war of emotions there. She actually liked Feferi, and did not want to end up in an outright fight with her, but part of her knew that if that happened, this would not turn into a sitcom romance out of one of those stupid tv shows she could never bring herself to watch once she'd left home.

She gripped her forehead and hunkered a little, swallowing. She couldn't look at him. She wasn't willing to share, not like that, and least of all with Fef. She already knew that she'd be compared with her as it stood, or at least it felt that way. Never mind that she was supposed to be black and not red...]

I ... if she asked you back as a moirail yes.

... the other? You ... I...

[She growled in heated frustration and finally she slapped her hand onto the table.]

You're allowed to accept her affections on one condition, and one only. She has to come to you. You can't pursue her. You can't ever ask her to be your mate. No love potions. No desperate pleas No mind-controlled tricks. Nothing. Not once or this deal's off. You're allowed to try and make peace with her, but damnit all you are not allowed to fawn over her like some moonstruck fool.

If you do that, so help me god I will staple you to the nearest wall and gut you before I walk away. Do you fucking hear me?

[Why did she agree? Partially because deep down, she had a real feeling Feferi would never do that. She wasn't really compromising on anything, and the cruel side of her was willing to take this 'compromise' because it would assuage him.]

[The problem with Eridan is that everyone is compared to Feferi. Everyone. In every situation. And everyone is found lacking. Himself especially, even as much as he might insist otherwise.

Sam's words are harsh--they make him want to rail against them, yell that he will have Fef back no matter what means it takes--but... the passion behind them, the possessiveness, it makes him reconsider, cheeks flaming as he straightens the scarf around his neck. She wants him. She wants him and would kill to keep him--kill him if he were to betray her. And that--that... hatred or pity or love or whatever fucking label they threw on it--that was what he wanted, even if he wanted it from Feferi originally.

So, he just nods once, gritting his teeth as he meets Samantha's gaze.]

Understood. It's a fuckin' deal, Sam.

[It's rare that he calls her simply by her name.]

[She notices that change in name. It's filed away, under 'signs he might be taking you more seriously today.' A nod is followed by the claws raking at the counter in front of her.]

I'll make it worth it for you. Trust me when I say, you're going to have trouble getting me out of your head ever again, even if they drag you back to that ... wherever the hell Tavros and the she-bitch went. I'll burn my way into that... think-pan of yours [GOD she hated that word.] and brand it there, got it?

Mm, you think you're so fuckin' special, don't you?

[She is. She really is. And that is why Eridan would even consider this.]

You owwe me, harpy. An' maybe one day soon I'll come to collect my prize.

Heh. That'll be an interesting day, Fin-rot. I'll be waiting with baited breath for that day to come. Don't keep me wondering too long, now. You know I'm not the most gifted in patience.

You'll wwait as long as I tell you, wwitch.

[Eridan smirks.]

An' isn't patience one a' your virtues?

What's this? Are you suddenly turning what I said before against me? You're not allowed to do that to girls, you know. I'll have to kick your ass.

Mm, good thing you're not just some girl, ain't it?

[Oh, he's getting a pouty little growl from that.]

Still doesn't mean I'm not going to kick your ass, you know.

I wwouldn't have it anyfuckin' other wway, wwitch.

You have such a masochistic streak, Eridan. You know that, don't you?

Like you're evven really complainin'. An' I'll havve you knoww there's nothin' wwrong wwith wwantin' a duel wwith your kismesis.

An' if I wwon all the time, that'd be borin'. So you'd better bring your fuckin' best.

Always, fish for brains. You know I always look forward to beating you like a red headed step-child. Just don't bitch when I have you on the ropes.

Me? Bitch? I think you havve me confused wwiht a certain pissblood freak wwe both havve the misfortune of knowwin'.

Heh, you're right. He bitches. You whine. There's such a massive difference between the two. [sneer] For one, he's not nearly as entertaining when he starts griping about something or another I've said.

That's because he's not nearly as fuckin' creativve wwith his insults. They tend to be ungainly an' lackin' in elegance.

[He shrugs, pursing his lips.]

An' if you don't like my wwhinin', wwhy don't you do things wwhen I ask you to?

Who said I don't like your whining? It's the sort of thing that needs good age and tastes just fine with some good old fashioned seafood.

[You just walked into that one, Eridan.]

[Eridan blinks before letting out a loud laugh.]

You're incorrigible, harpy.

Well, I'm half demon. Comes with the territory fin-face.

Wwonder wwhat else comes wwith that territory.

Several things, Eridan. Quite a few of them I'm not just telling you over the network. I'd rather show them.

[Eridan chuckles dryly.]

I'm holdin' you to that, wwitch.

You do that, you do that. Now, you just try and stay warm, all huddled in your blankets and scarves.

I wwill. You try an' not piss me off enough to havve to go out into this disgustin' wweather.

Not that it'll actually wwork.

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