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Date: 2019-02-10 03:47 am (UTC)
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Duo?
Are you 8usy?

Date: 2019-02-10 09:19 am (UTC)
hypertoxic: (ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ⇒ [serious])
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....
I just w8nt to see you. C8n I come ov8r?

Date: 2019-02-11 09:47 am (UTC)
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It's just....
Ugh. Sorry. I'll expl8in when I get there.


[ It doesn't take her long to get over there, either. In fact, she's probably a little quicker than usual. And the sight that will greet Duo when he opens his door at her knock will be ... a pretty sorry one. Her eyes are once again their chill, blank white, though right now they're bloodshot blue, tears drying on her face in the cold.

Miserable and small, with grating heartbreak making her voice hoarse: ]


They killed me, Duo. They brought me back just to kill me again.

Date: 2019-02-12 08:46 am (UTC)
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[ He's one of the first people she sees, because he's one of the first people she thinks to tell. So she's still -- a mess, shattered in her core, unable to keep in the emotion that overwhelms her when he tugs her into the warmth of the house and into his arms. It's all she can do to just break down crying, and he won't have seen her like this before. Because she's usually happy around him -- he makes her happy.

But heartbreak this deeply felt is not a quick fix.

She's light as air again, and she's cool to the point of being chill as she curls herself against him. And she just ... sobs, quiet and hiccupy, trying to speak but not knowing what to say. ]


Sorry-- I-- fuck--

[ Her arms tighten around him as she tries to suck in a steadying breath. ]

I hate-- I hate this fucking place--

Date: 2019-02-12 09:08 am (UTC)
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[ It takes her a while to calm down.

His presence seems to be all she wants; she hardly responds to what he says, anyway, hardly able to between sobs. It's awful to cry like this, she hates it; reminds her too much of how and why she last felt like her heart was broken.

But slow her tears eventually do. Her sobs become simple tears; her grip grows a little less tight. She lets go enough to look at him, biting her lip. ]


Sorry I am such a fucking mess.

[ Vriska leans up into him, nuzzling him gently, her forehead meeting his temple. ]

This is the part where I should probably make some kind of hollow threat to maintain the illusion of bravado, but fuck, who cares.

Date: 2019-02-12 09:20 am (UTC)
hypertoxic: (ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴊᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ⇒ [serious])
From: [personal profile] hypertoxic
It's fine, [ she whispers, lacking the strength to put force into her voice. Otherwise she won't let go; she seems very content to just hang onto him, soak in his warmth. She is, after all, so cold.

His smile will gentle the look on her face. She can't bring herself to smile back, but the furrow in her brow is a little less deep. ]


It's just pointless bluster, [ she adds, bitingly self-critical, too tired to have a filter. ] I think that shit would just make me feel worse right now. You're not going to hold it against me, anyway.

[ Her weakness. Why guard it now? Here she is, in pieces; if he were going to cast her out for it, mock her for it, use it against her, he'd already have done it. ]

Date: 2019-02-12 09:50 am (UTC)
hypertoxic: (ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ⇒ [embarrassed])
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[ A mumble, a hum: ]

You're enough.

[ A pause, and she glances around them. Her feet are off the floor: she's been floating this whole time, second nature, letting him hold her up. She mumbles again, and it's a rather different color this time. ]

... can we sit down or something, though? If anything is making me feel kind of lame, it's hanging off you in the middle of the room for no reason.

[ and clearly she's not going to let go, so. ]

Date: 2019-02-12 10:14 am (UTC)
hypertoxic: (ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ⇒ [serious])
From: [personal profile] hypertoxic
[ She Sees you, Duo. He'll get a narrow look, but apparently she decides to let it slide, possibly because she had to hide a smile herself. ]

Sure. Carry me! [ with all the imperiousness a snotty sad ghost teen can muster. ] It's my turn to be princess.

Date: 2019-02-16 06:47 am (UTC)
hypertoxic: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠɪʟ ⇒)
From: [personal profile] hypertoxic
[ Vriska huffs a barely-there laugh, and that's all. Otherwise she just lets him carry her, tucked against him. She's still trying to calm down, and it's nice to have a moment to retreat inside herself.

Unprompted, she'll eventually pipe up: ]


I'll be okay. I'm just so tired of this fucking town.

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