Doomed To Dream - Part 6
Vriska Serket. That was the name of the young cerulean associated with the case in the article he'd been reading when he'd gone to sleep. According to the story she was one of three wards taken in by an older cerulean named Spided Ryicos, and clearly the favored. The case had been regarding the wardship of his youngest, a crimson red blooded troll about Sollux's own age whose guidance adjustor had aimed to take the youth into his care to better see him ahead in life. Everything had been pointing towards a long, difficult case until this Vriska had agreed with one Gamzee Makara's accusations, and even prompted her fellow ward, one olive Remium Olisar to speak up against the abuses of their guardian. There were whispers that part of the problem had been that Ryicos was a hemohierarchist who was using a 'beast' for work.
A motive for working to help take down the hierarchists? Sollux couldn't be sure, but he had to think it was something. If her guardian had been a hierarchist there was n
Doomed To Dream - Part 5
“Son, are you alright?”
All Sollux could do was look down at his plate, pushing around his food with his fork. A part of him wanted to eat, was highly tempted by the overwhelming scent of honey treenut cluckbeast, but another was just consumed by all the planning he needed to do. How was he supposed to get to the capital and find the blue blooded, mutant eyed female that could save Cyclos? What was the point of a meal until he figured that key point out?
“Sollux, are you even listening to me?”
How much time would he even need to be there anyway? What if this shadow didn't really frequent the restaurant as Sapphiric had concluded? What if she was and it took weeks to find her? How was he supposed to approach her, get the message to her, get her to help him? Could he? What if Sapphiric had really just lost a part of her pan and...
“Sollux you will answer me or I will ground you off of that damn husktop of yours for anything other than work.”
Doomed To Dream - Part 4
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All of it adds up to a single simple truth: it is far too easy for Karkat Vantas to hate the human known as Dave Strider.
Except the truth isn't often simple, right? Like there was the truth that Alternia was gone, but the more complex truth was that a reflection of the world known as Beforus was gone. Terezi was blind, that was true, but it was more true that she could see things that Karkat couldn't. Like he controlled his moirail but the moirail was uncontrollable. Things that were taken as absolute truths were rarely ever simple, and only partially true.
Dave Strider was the ideal kind of guy for Karkat to hate. Sure, there had been a time where Karkat had thought that his kismesis was fated to be the waste of gray matter t
Doomed To Dream - Part 3
All Sollux wanted to do when he heard that voice was sigh in resignation. Not that he was going to, of course. That would be, in it's own way, the worst kind of mistake. Tyrals Grisok, the grizzled old teal troll that looked like he had to be some kind of troll-cholerbear cross breed, was the only one that could put so damn much disdain into his voice at the sight of Sollux. He was, for lack of a better term, a traditionalist. If there was any member of the Enforcers of this division that had no time for 'upstart young yellows who got it in them heads that we needs them watching our cyber-rears' and openly scoffed whenever Sollux's precognition was so much as hinted at. Of all of the members of the division, it was Grisok that Sollux had most wanted to avoid this evening.
"Grisok," Sollux greeted the older troll, keeping his voice level as if he hadn't noticed the slight the other was giving him by only using his first name. Sollux wasn't going to stoop to the same level, tho
Land of Wrath and Compassion Eridan Ampora was pathetic.
It wasn't even the slightest kind of exaggeration. Eridan was pathetic, though not in the ways or for the reasons that he thought he should be. For some reason he thought he was supposed to be pitiable because he was a seadweller, because he was 'smart,' because he was a noble close to the heiress, because because because. As if any of that was a reason to pity a troll. No, they were reasons to hate them, not to mention his attitude, his genocidal tendencies, his conceit, even his obsession with getting himself a matesprit.
And Tavros Nitram pitied him.
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Okay, so maybe that isn't exactly true, but it's true enough. As different as the two of you are, there are a lot of ways in which you are the same. Both living isolated lives despite your wishes. Both without a guardian to speak of. Both in some sort of 'natural' world where death awaits around every corner. The major difference is the fact that around his corners are monstrous white beasts. Around yours are countless miles of ocean, giant red bugs with armor stronger than the best of your irony, and the only company to be had is that which you construct or find at the other end of your computer.
And even that was a relatively recent thing.
Your brother had thought of pretty much everything when stocking the apartment for your arrival. He'd found some people who were willing to dedicate their lives to waiting for you, to seeing you into your safe have
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She freezes with the door half open, and even from his place on the other side of the room, Dave can see how white her knuckles are from the death grip she's got on the knob. A grip so tight it's almost like she's clinging to it, grabbing at a lifesaver in the middle of the Atlantic because her ship has gone down and the water is icy cold and there ain't no fucking way she's letting go until one of those rescue boats fishes her out of the remains of her doomed cruise ship vacations. Her other hand has a similar grip on the handle of her rolling luggage, but it's loosening in a way that he can read, because Dave has gotten damn good at reading Rose after all these years, whether she wanted to believe it or not. Better that she didn't, really, because he knows she's close to going for her needles, and he'd rather have the advantage of surprising her if she tried to strife with him. Because she's g
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