vviolethunter:

-You press yourself tightly against him, head still leaning on the crook of his shoulder. For a couple more minutes you stay that way before finally pulling away and lifting yourself from the ground and offer a hand to psii so he can stood up as well.-

I.. I am tired… I need ta sleep this off.

Maybe I’ll feel better tomorroww and wwill act like I am supposed ta.

Sorry ya had ta see this.

He hesitates but takes the hand, standing next to the taller troll. He looks away and shrugs. It wasn’t anything big. Before he could think it over, he’s on his toes and pressing a chaste kiss to Dualscar’s cheek. And before he can regret it, he’s gone, off to the side room that he never actually used.

vviolethunter:

-You are honestly confused at the behavior of your kismesis. Why was he hugging you? Why was he petting your hair? Okay the feeling was nice…But you can’t help feeling that there’s something wrong with this. Normally you would pull away but for now, your body is still shaking from the previous intense sobbing session so you just close your burning eyes and rest against your kismesis chest, breathing a little bit more calmly, waiting for the spasms to pass.-

He waits for the seadweller’s breathing to almost even completely before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, right between his horns. He purrs, louder than his previous noise, with contentment and closes his eyes.

Definitely not kismesis behavior.

vviolethunter:

-You calm down a little after a few more minutes, feeling as if you have shed enough tears for the next decade. Pulling yourself away a little you wipe your eyes and cough a few times to clear your throat, eyes still stinging as if you were about to cry again. But you are feeling rather empty right now. You’ve lost your matesprit, cried and humiliate yourself as you used your kismesis for comfort. You groan and  lower your head, fins dropping as you sit up on the ground and grab your knees, letting your back hit the edge of the bed. Sighing you rise your eyes to look at Psii.-

Wwhy are ya here….

-You ask with a broken voice-

He tries his best to look at Dualscar with pity. His hand moves to his cheek, resting there as brings his sleeve up to wipe away the purple tear tracks and replacing his hand immediately once he’s done. “2h….” Although the sound was distorted, it seemed to effective quiet the seadweller, enough at least for him to prop himself against the walls with a few pillows as support and pull Dualscar’s head to rest against his chest. He gives another soft whirr and resumes petting the seadweller’s hair.

vviolethunter:

-It only makes you feel pathetic so instead you grab him and pull him down to your level, clinging to him and crying in the crook of his shoulder. No wonder why you can’t keep relationship, just look at how you act…It’s your kismesis and you are fucking crying over his shoulder and clinging to him like a wriggler. Yes you hurt, but you know better, right?…maybe not. At this moment, it was only Psii, not your kismesis, and you needed someone near you, even silenced.-

..He…left….

-You finally say something. You wonder if he was already aware of your troubles-

There was no pity in the embrace. He winds his arms mechanically around the crying troll, trying to remember what was done for comfort in such a situation. Not able to recall, he simply lets the seadweller stain his clothes purple with tears as his clicks turn to soft hums, sounding less like songs and more like the soft whirr of machinery. This was definitely not proper kismesis behavior, but at the moment he didn’t care. It was not a kismesis’ problem if their partner went into depression, it was the problem of the moirail. However, pathetic as Dualscar is he most likely doesn’t have one, so for now he would have to sacrifice some dignity. A kismesitude is not such if one party is healthier or more fit (physically or mentally) than the other; it’s not a rivalry. Using this as an excuse, he continues whirring. He’d find a way to use this against the seadweller, somehow.

vviolethunter:

-As fun as you would like to play with your kismesis, you aren’t in the mood at all so you completely ignore him and stay curled on the ground as he take the bottle away from you and place pillows around you. You only react when he takes your hand and start stroking it softly.

What the fuck was he doing? This guy literally almost killed you so often this was fucking not the time to show kindness! You take back your hand and breathe a ”get out” between choked sobs at Psii. You already are down on the ground, it’s not like you are in any shape to be a kismesis right now.-

He doesn’t leave, nor is he surprised at Dualscar’s abrasiveness. Although the hand is gone, he continues clicking in worry. His hand is hot as he presses it to the seadweller’s cool forehead, hoping to calm him. His thumb rub circles into his temple as he tries to placate the other troll and attempt to convey that he wasn’t here to hurt him.

vviolethunter:

Just like that, without a note. Your matesprit left. Of course you would notice. It is the first thing you would notice obviously and it left first a bitter taste in your mouth. You see the message from Dirk and answer before closing your husktop and hold your head, elbows on your knees. Not a single tear is coming even if you do want to cry your heart out.

Are you surprised? Maybe a little. Is it surprising? Not in the least. Hell, the only relation you manage to keep for long are kismessitude, that tells a bit about you. You know Equius is not to blame and that you are one shitty matesprit. Not even one bit of you is pitiable. You are an hemoist bastard, rash and boorish most of the time, why would you even get pity from anyone?

The only persons you’ve ever pitied yourself never returned your feelings or didn’t lasts long. Your first flushcrush rejected you and you had to see him frequently anyway, faking friendship even though you never forgot about your feelings. Equius went and made you forgot about them, pitying him for he was devoted and kind toward you. He probably grew bored of you and left. Same thing happened to your descendant. Who’s next ? Helios? Sollux? Even if you do not pity them, they are near of you and you appreciate them.

At this point, what does it matter if you finish all alone, old and only filled with hateful relationship…That’s better than nothing right?

Tears finally managed to prick at the corner of your eyes and you get a hold of the rum bottle, gulping down half of it in one go. You empty it in a second one, feeling the numbness reach to you. In an rage moment, you throw the empty bottle at the wall, bursting it to bits and shattering glass everywhere on your floor before letting you fall down, breaking.

Curling on yourself, you cry.

The mighty seadweller have fallen.

Broken.

….Wonderful. He walks into the room they unofficially shared (it’s not like he went anywhere else) only to find a puddle of seadweller sobbing into a bottle. As fun as a drunk and rejected Dualscar sounds, something needed to be done about this. With a silent sigh, he slowly pads over to the prone form, making sure not to make a sound. Slowly, carefully, he takes the bottle away from the immobile troll, and sets it atop the bureau. He can’t pick the much larger troll up to physically place him on the bed, so he tries to make the floor as comfortable as possible. He places a few pillows around him, forming a sort of nest, and sets a few more aside. Once done, he stands awkwardly until a soft shudder overtakes the prone troll and with another sigh he kneels next to him, taking one cold hand in his own and stroking it while clicking softly in concern.

vviolethunter:

cerebralhelotry:

He did notice the torn gills on the seadweller’s side. A few appreciative pets to them was enough, he was quite happy with how they were (that is, useless). He gives a silent nod of appreciation to whoever did that particular bit. However the side gills soon bore him, and he returns to the ones on his neck. A tiny bit of pressure and….a cloud of purple blood rushes out of the torn gill and into the water. He giggles, lazily dragging his finger through it. He wonders if one gill is enough to supply Dualscar with oxygen. Probably not.

-You cough in your sleep, unable to wake up due to the medics. Your mind start panicking and bubbles get out from your last gills. You feel like you are drowning, but why? You are a seadweller ? Your face start to distort in fear in your sleep and your heart beat is racing your chest. What’s happening?-

He laughs a bit as the seadweller struggles before pulling him up by the hair. Barely letting him get a breath, he shoves him underwater again. It really was no fun with him asleep… He drags Dualscar back a little, just until his head was out of the water. The gill is still bleeding, violet trails mixing with the water. He strokes the torn skin tenderly before slipping a finger under the flap. Immediately a torrent of purple washes over his hand, and with a last smile he cleans his hand in the water and leaves.

vviolethunter:

cerebralhelotry:

He purrs while stroking Dualscar’s hair underwater, watching as his body slowly relaxes more until he could almost be mistaken for dead. His hand trails down the seadweller’s neck to pet the soft gills. Unusually impatient, he presses harder and harder against the delicate folds until he could visibly see it bruising under his touch. He retracts his hand, watching with fascination as a purple bruise blossoms. He never would have been able to do that to the seadweller’s skin; his gills must just be overly sensitive. He grins, going back to press against the bruise again, laughing silently as Dualscar’s brow pinches in vague discomfort.

-You feel a pressure on your gills in your sleep but not much out of it due to the medication the other gave you. You are currently dreaming about swimming underwater and having to deal with strong currents so, for you, the pressure right now was normal. Since you aren’t awake, you can’t possibly understand that this is your kismesis fucking up with your gills again. Small bubbles form at the bruised gill and if he continues, he might just break it.

Little did he know is that you already have a set of fucked gills on your sides because of a Darkleer, so if that continue that way, you might not be able to be called a seadweller anymore.-

He did notice the torn gills on the seadweller’s side. A few appreciative pets to them was enough, he was quite happy with how they were (that is, useless). He gives a silent nod of appreciation to whoever did that particular bit. However the side gills soon bore him, and he returns to the ones on his neck. A tiny bit of pressure and….a cloud of purple blood rushes out of the torn gill and into the water. He giggles, lazily dragging his finger through it. He wonders if one gill is enough to supply Dualscar with oxygen. Probably not.

vviolethunter:

cerebralhelotry:

Perfect. A smirk forms on his face as he momentarily ignores the pain. He (slowly) walks over to the side of the tub, peering down at the sleeping troll. His gills really were facinating; he has yet to actually see them work, and the sight of them fluttering in the water is mesmerizing. He smirks, running a gossamer hand through Dualscar’s hair. He glances to the medical cabinet, momentarily perplexed when what he needs doesn’t come flying out. But he is sorely reminded of the lack of electrical thrum, and makes his way over to retrieve the pill manually. It’s a simple sleeping pill, however diluted with the water it shouldn’t be as potent. He returns to the tub and presses a small kiss to the seadweller’s head as he breaks the capsule and pours the powder into the water.

-As if you weren’t asleep enough. Your gills breathe the medicine and your slumber just went a lot deeper than it already was. Your breathing is steady and calm and you slouch so much that you actually slip under water in your sleeping, gills taking the relay and breathing for you. You are nowhere near being aware of what’s happening with your kismesis. Heck, you didn’t even thought he was out of the room at this very moment. You are probably out for an hour at least with a sleeping pill now.-

He purrs while stroking Dualscar’s hair underwater, watching as his body slowly relaxes more until he could almost be mistaken for dead. His hand trails down the seadweller’s neck to pet the soft gills. Unusually impatient, he presses harder and harder against the delicate folds until he could visibly see it bruising under his touch. He retracts his hand, watching with fascination as a purple bruise blossoms. He never would have been able to do that to the seadweller’s skin; his gills must just be overly sensitive. He grins, going back to press against the bruise again, laughing silently as Dualscar’s brow pinches in vague discomfort.

vviolethunter:

cerebralhelotry:

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the thought of standing didn’t send a sharp pain up his spine. He shuffles forward on shaky feet, sobbing with each step. The friction of his movements makes the piercing flare white-hot. A trail of blood follows him across the room before pooling at his feet where he has been standing paralyzed. Steam billows out from under the door, where no doubt his master was reveling in triumph. He slowly pushes the door open, careful not to alert the seadweller of his presence.

-Not only were you relaxing, but you were sleeping now. Water wouldn’t make your skin swell like normal trolls so you can stay in it for like a day long without problems. Heck, you can live underwater so it doesn’t change a thing if you just lay there unconscious for all the time you need.

Your mouth was half open and you were pretty much snoring. Holding back your kismesis took a lot of your energy and you were tired as hell, which would explain how and why you fell asleep that easily.-

Perfect. A smirk forms on his face as he momentarily ignores the pain. He (slowly) walks over to the side of the tub, peering down at the sleeping troll. His gills really were facinating; he has yet to actually see them work, and the sight of them fluttering in the water is mesmerizing. He smirks, running a gossamer hand through Dualscar’s hair. He glances to the medical cabinet, momentarily perplexed when what he needs doesn’t come flying out. But he is sorely reminded of the lack of electrical thrum, and makes his way over to retrieve the pill manually. It’s a simple sleeping pill, however diluted with the water it shouldn’t be as potent. He returns to the tub and presses a small kiss to the seadweller’s head as he breaks the capsule and pours the powder into the water.