You call quietly, hoping above all hope that it’s him, that this is all a bad dream, and you’ll be able to open your eyes and see him clearly again, no longer a faded memory, a dash of red on a murky background-
Even if you can’t see him, even if your world is still dark, just hearing his voice once more… once more… one more soft word that was not his dying screams…
But as you draw back into your conciousness those words he spoke before, the more your spirits sink.
That isn’t his voice. It isn’t right.
Whoever it is, they’re calling for you again, and you almost don’t answer. You almost can’t bring yourself to shout back at them, but the words leave your lips before you can capture them on your teeth.
“Ii’m riight here, friiend.”
The sound of the stranger’s voice only makes your efforts to get back to your feet bigger, more determined. You don’t know what it is about this place that makes your blood rush in your veins, make your vascular system pump harder, but in the end all you need to know is that there is someone here, and for whatever reason that you cannot fathom, you need to see them.
Finally, the wires seem to get away from your path, and the room, wherever it is, whatever it is, lights up a little more, in shades of pink, but also some familiar red and blue.
Now able to stand on your legs, you look around the place. Wires, wires, wires again, so many wires… And yet his voice sounded so close.
"Alriight, Ii’m here, ju2t hold on a 2ec, Ii’ll-"
You stop right in the middle of your sentence, when you turn around and finally catch sight of the stranger.
You’ve never been so shocked of your life.
Not only his voice sounded familiar, but everything about him looks like a portrayal of yourself. It is just like looking into a mirror — a mirror taking you hundreds of sweeps in the future.
Your voice is lost, as you walk closer to him, slowly, cautiously, until you are right in front of him, looking up directly into his eyes, literally speechless.
It’s been so long since you’ve heard a voice that was not hers.
At first, you don’t believe it.
But there is nothing else it could be.
And now you can hear them, and they are breathing, and for a moment you feel yourself soaring through hope, and even though you hear a lisp, even though the voice is too young, even though you saw him die with your own eyes -
“2iignle22?” You choke, the words grating on your throat and taking more effort than they should have.
It’s strange, how after all this time you still haven’t given up hope.
You needed to believe he’d someday come back for you.
Hearing that voice makes you jump a bit in surprise, not actually expecting an answer. But this person’s tone, how familiar their voice sounds eases you just a bit, even though you cannot help but worry for this troll’s sake. You’ve never hears a voice sounding so broken.
"Where are you? Can you talk two me?"
You try to walk in the direction of that voice, but the wires in your way and the surrounding darkness make you stumble repeatedly. You eventually get caught in more wires and fall to your knees, ending up all but crawling on the floor. Oh God, but what is that place, who is this troll anyway? And why do you feel your insides twist at his voice?
"Plea2e, try two talk two me, plea2e," You call out once again, still crawling and trying to reach for the source of this voice.
The Condesce’s flagship carries you deep in her belly, much like a troll might carry a virus within them, eating them away from the inside out. Except with her, it’s the opposite. She eats you, ripping your energy right from your fragile body, stripping the meat from your bones and making even your warm yellow blood grow cold.
You can feel the wet air hanging around you, the silence fluxuating to give birth to that steady dripping sound you can now pintpoint as coming from somewhere behind your left shoulder. When you were young and still felt the pain you know is there but do not recognize, you would twist your head to try and see exactly where that dripping was from.
Your sight has gone, now.
The ship took that from you too.
All that is left is the air and the sounds and maybe the pain, should you concentrate hard enough.
And that is where the memories begin.
((Open rp!! even if someone’s replied already, feel free to go right ahead! I don’t care about pairings or whether you just want to talk, I’m good with anything.))
When you blink your eyes into consciousness, your first reaction is the one of a lost child. What is this place? Where are you? What are those pink wires, surrounding you, why is the air so cold and damp? All you can remember is drifting into a somewhat peaceful sleep, in the comfort of your recuperacoon, after a long, lonely night of coding. So how did you get here?
You look around you, your fingertips barely brushing the wires around you. Is this… Is this a dream? You can’t think of any other possible explanation. But all of this seems so real. The pressure of the atmosphere on your shoulders and the pain from your tightening throat. All of this cannot be only your imagination.
Didn’t Feferi once tell you something? About dreams being true. About going to places you cannot reach in your wake. What was it called again… Dream… Oh, yes. Dream bubbles. Would this be one? Is this how it works? You never understood a word of her excited rambling anyway.
Can’t you… Can’t you hear something? Something that sounds like a faint breath, flowing water, and something slowly dripping. You’re not alone. You can’t be alone.
You almost panic for a moment, before finally putting your thoughts back together.
This is a dream. Just a dream.
Gathering some of your courage, you finally call out, in a voice that you hope sounds confident.
(( urrrrrrgh i typed a long post here but it didn’t work fUCKC
anyway what I was saying is that I changed this blog’s URL ( previously nevereatthemiindhoney ) and switched Sol’s age from 7 to 9 sweeps so basically 20 years old. apart from that there won’t be much changes because yeah.
also if anyone could suggest me some rp blogs to follow it’d be much appreciated i’m so damn shy when it comes to to rping with new people!!! ))
===> You murmur, drawing him closer, rocking him back and forth slowly, in the way you’d rock a child you wanted to put to sleep. His soft hair smells like musty computer room, like the food you know he only eats sometimes and like the alcohol he’s been drinking. Your fingers travel across his skin, tracing his palms and the lines across his hands.
and you cant understand or appreciate all a it
its so complex an dangerous at the same time
its fulfillin and crazy
its something you cant control but you can master
its full of good and bad and you learn to lovve all of it
evvery last square inch
like its a peice of artwwork nobody painted and evveryone can see
the ocean is like you sol
and im glad youre my sea
===> Your eyes widen as you listen to him quietly, almost holding your breath. And when he’s done, you look up at him, that happy smile back, plastered to your face, because he just washed away all the doubts you had. You aren’t quite sure of what to say, at first, your imagination getting out of control, trying to show you how it’d be. But you’re not really interested by the pictures of the deep, deep water in your mind — you stay focused on Eridan, and how you guess he would try to show and explain everything to you. How you would listen to him for hours if he found enough to say.
When you finally emerge from your idyllic thoughts, your head tilts slightly to the side with half lidded eyes, and you let out a gentle sigh before pressing a small kiss on his lips.
ii… c-can’t waiit. two 2ee it. w-wiith you.
===> You leave more kisses on his lips, cheeks, and chin, until you let your head rest on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut, not even bothering to try to hide the purr forming in the back of your throat. You feel so, so peaceful, so at ease, even with yourself. Only him can make you feel like this.
===> You can’t help but agree with him a little bit, you think as you hold him close - protecting him, wrapping your whole body around him so that you can feel every inch of heat coming off him, feel his happy heart pounding in his chest.
wwell that does sound like a vvery good idea
but i do need to leavve evventually
===> You lean down for a second kiss.
i dont need to for a vvery long time
so howw about it mister husband to be
===> Your smile fades away as the disappointment come. In your state, you don’t truly understand why he would need to leave — leave you alone and lonely. For a moment, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve done anything wrong, your brows curving into a frown — but then he’s kissing you again, reminding you of your promises, and you figure this is no time for thinking too hard about this. You rub your nose with his and summon another smile, perhaps just a little bit halfheartedly.
tha-that’s fiine wiith -hiccup- me.
===> Your hands reach down to entwine your fingers with his as you start fidgeting on your feet ever so slightly. Somewhere in your train of thoughts, you start regretting drinking this much. It’d be nice to be able to think straight at this very moment.
perhap2 n-next tiime ii’ll b-be the one two c-come over
===> You could smell the alcohol on him, although you were glad it wasn’t excessive. His face pressed against your neck is warm, comforting, and happy; you hug him back, giving him a big kiss on the top of his eternally messy hair.
wwell wwhat do wwe havve here
i appear to be holdin in my arms one of the most beautiful men ivve evver seen
wwoww howw am i this lucky
===> You did feel rather lucky, as you kissed his hair and moved your way down to his cheeks and finally pry him off you enough to capture his mouth in a big ol’ kiss.
Drunk or not, Sollux’s mouth was one of the best things in the world.
===> The tip of your ears quivers happily as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You can feel your face heating up as a blush creeps up your cheeks — and you are so, so happy, that he is here, here with you, here for you. When you pull away, you press your forehead against his, and search for his eyes a moment, slightly out of breath.
ii r-really diid mii22 yo-you
===> You leave small kisses all over his face, completely oblivious to the fact that you both are still standing in your doorway. And you couldn’t care less, so lost in your happiness (and, let’s face it, drunkenness) that you are.
===> By the time you’ve reached your destination, finally climbing the stairs - which is surprisingly easy, seeing as you aren’t carrying that silly landweller this time - you’re already anticipating yourself for the drunken onslaught you were about to face. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, though. Having a tipsy Sollux hanging off of you, lonely (and maybe even a little bit needy) was indeed a very pleasent suggestion.
You knock on his door, hoping he at least has the wherewithal to be able to open it for you and let you in. You really couldn’t do much if Sollux were to be passed out on one side of the door and you were sitting waiting on the other. You’d much rather he pass out in your arms.
===> It takes you a bit to only realize the knocking at your door, but when you do, you sit up quickly, nearly spilling the content of your can on you. Not like you cared. You almost run at your door, nearly falling face down on the floor at multiple occasions.
===> You stutter as you fumble with your keys. Why did you even lock your door in the first place? Stupid stupid stupid. Ah, there, you finally found the bolt, and you fling the door open, only to stare at Eridan almost dumbly, unsure of what to do or to say for a moment.
But then, you smile, a bright, radiant smile, take a step closer to hold him in your arms, as tightly as you can, and you bury your face in his neck, laughing, even if you don’t even know why, but you don’t care, you just want to feel him close to you, and your heart is racing as you nuzzle his neck.
===> You fidget on your seat before curling up on yourself, holding your knees close to your chest, and smile like a doofus at your screen, not disconnecting from the log to be able to stare at the yellow and purple texts a bit more.
You finally shake your head a bit and turn around to get up, stumbling in the cables on the floor and shoving your hands in the pocket of your over-sized yellow hoodie. The thing is so big that it almost completely hides the red and blue boxers you are currently wearing.
You flop on your couch and grab yet another can, more to have a hold on something than to actually drink it. You wouldn’t want to greet Eridan dead drunk, thanks a lot. You space out a bit, staring at your ceiling, your head moving in rhythm with the music blasting from your husktop.
===> You breath, your body quivering underneath him. He is in control. He’s calling the shots. And… he’s okay.
Hah. Serves him right though for starting so damn fast and so stupidly, without preparation or ANYTHING. What did he think, bulges just slid right in there as if nothing happened!? Silly Sol.
You breathe in and out, closing your eyes and moving your hips along with him, gasping a little as he slides farther down.
fuckin cods on my bulge sol
===> You moan.
===> You can’t help but smirk. Even in this position, you’re dominant. That thought, it’s… Pleasing. Very pleasing. So you scratch at his hips just a bit, enough to let some faint marks, just to remind him that no matter how stupidly you act, you are the one leading the dance. And you’re not about to stop.
And you’re starting to go faster, to slam your hips onto his again, but god, there’s no more pain, just pleasure, an immense pleasure, taking your breath away, and your moans are getting louder, and — Mother Grub, you are in total bliss, little screams escape your mouth — little happy screams, and somewhere in your train of thought, you’re starting to wonder if your walls are soundproof. But never mind that.
===> Oh and fuck, you want to kiss him, so bad, you want to smash your lips against his and taste all of him until you can’t breathe anymore, but you can’t, can’t bring yourself to lean forwards, so you try, try hard to tell him. But the words refuse to come out, and while your mind keeps screaming ‘KII22 ME’, all your mouths can tell are little ‘k’ sounds, a faint stutter of the syllable ‘ki’.
===> You breathe out, your face still full of worry - you don’t want him to do this, not if it’s gonna hurt. The thought of Sollux maybe in pain makes it less and less enjoyable for you, and you’re frustrated with him for being so damn pushy about it!
But he’s taking it slower now, which is good, and you can breathe a little easier, watching him smile just a little at you.
wwhatevver you need to do
just go easy and dont hurt yourself
===> You lean a little to have a good grip on his hips and start a slow pace, your smile only growing wider as the pain slowly turns into a warm feeling, taking your whole body. Loud moans and grunts escape from your lips, your back arches slightly, and you’re happy, oh, yes, happy — he’s inside you, and you love it, and it doesn’t hurt anymore, and you want more of it, more of him.
2-2ee, ii- hmm, ii told you iit’d be- iit’d be- fffffffffffiine aaah!
===> You can’t help but scream a little when you press your hips against his a bit harder, making him go deeper inside of you, and your whole body shivers gleefully in response.
===> At first it was kind of funny, but now even you are frowning. You stop moving, and reach up to grab his hips, holding him steady.
you need to stop this
===> You grit your teeth, digging your nails into his skin and trying to lift him off you, to no avail.
youre gonna fuckin hurt yourself
and i dont wwanna be responsible for your dumb accident wwhile wwere havvin sex
===> You really are genuinely worried his god damn stupid pride is going to get him hurt. For christ sake, what the hell was he thinking?! He’s such an idiot.
II GOT THII2.
===> You didn’t mean to yell like this, but you can’t help it. You know he’s just worried about you, and it makes you a bit angry. Come on, you’re not going to die because he’s fucking you!
2o-2orry. really, ii got thii2. ii’m okay, iit’2… fiine.
ju2t… tru2t me.
===> You let go of his arm and rest your hands on each sides of his hips. You repeat your earlier move, lifting your own hips and settling the down on his, but way more slowly, this time, way more carefully. You tilt your head back, breath hitching, as you slowly get used to this sensation. You want to and you will enjoy it.
ii— ju2t… ah! ju2t need two, hm, adju2t… a-alriight?
===> You smile at him — a faint, but sincere smile, to show him you’re alright, show everything will be fine.
===> You knew it was a bad idea the minute that stupid two-toned idiot said it. What the hell was he thinking?! Of course it was gonna hurt, what did he think he was sticking up there, a god damn pen?!
You feel him clenching around you in his pain, see the hurt on his face. What the hell came over him to make him think that was a good idea?!?! SOLLUX COD DAMN YOU!
wwhats up wwith you huh
looks like you got somethin up your ass
wwant some help wwith that
===> You are Eridan Ampora and you are a huge douche, so you buck your hips up roughly, jostling Sollux.
===> Your whole body flinches, this time — and if you had a bit less of self control (or more likely, of ego) you could have cried. But you shut your eyes close and dig your nails in his skin and take it. Because there’s no way you’re going to admit you were mistaken, never, ever.
ii… ii’m fiine.
===> You hiss through your teeth, lifting your hips as you can and slamming them back to his, struggling to not scream. You know it must be obvious that you’re not enjoying it the slightest, know that he can read in your pain in your expression. But there’s a part of you that is convinced that no matter how much this hurts, no matter how hard your body is trembling, the pain will eventually become pleasure, at some point.