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14 November 2010 @ 10:12 pm
we're running out of clovers and clever lies  
Who: Vriska Serket and Terezi Pyrope
When: Monday-ish, we'll say.
Where: Suite 7A
Summary: With Karkat gone, Vriska's without an antagonist. Terezi's without something else.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Warnings: Trolls with hearts.

Was he really gone? It didn't even seem right. But Vriska had seen it with her own eye. His recuperacoon was gone. Any hint that he'd actually been there at all. The only thing she had left of him was memories, and even then she felt pathetic thinking about them. He was Karkat Vantas, he wasn't anyone special to her. He was just some mutant with weird blood and a loud voice and a penchant for getting mangled by people. It wasn't like they'd ever really been friends. But she'd followed him for too many sweeps to just forget about him like that.

It felt weird to be sitting on the bed in his room. It wasn't his bed. Trolls didn't even have "beds". But it still felt weird. Like she didn't belong. If she closed her eye and listened she could almost hear him calling her a worthless spiderbitch. Telling her to get out of his room. She looked over at one of the walls and smiled. That's what she'd been missing this whole time. His stupid annoying voice cutting her down whenever she got out of line. And what would she do now that he was gone? Ashes in the fertilizer, if that could even be believed. First Equius and now him. The list of people who put up with her was getting shorter by the day.

At least she didn't have anyone else to worry about while she was here.
 
 
 
Terezi Pyrope: [n] bearer of bad newssw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
It was funny how Terezi was thinking the exact same thing when she stepped into Suite 7. She wouldn't have to worry about trolls bothering her or busybodies ripping off her door, or anything of the sort. No one was going to come here. It was too soon, too fresh. But she wanted to be here. She had to taste the finality of it herself. It didn't seem real otherwise.

She was careful when she stepped into the suite common room. She wouldn't make the same mistake as last time... Jegus, that felt so long ago. But Vriska's door was open and she didn't catch the troll's scent in that room. Maybe she was out. Terezi didn't really care.

At least not until she came to Karkat's open door and found that very same troll sitting on the bed. On the bed. Like she had every right to be there. Terezi hovered in the doorway, caught between a mix of surprise and outrage at Vriska being there and the grim realization that the room was strikingly empty with nothing but that mundane furniture.

A day ago, Vriska's presence might have been met with a particularly vicious "Get out". But not today. Wrapped in blanket of apathy that she'd woven herself, Terezi even felt detached from her anger. Numb. If she couldn't feel, she couldn't hurt. If she couldn't hurt, maybe she could get through this with her dignity in tact, and get on with her plans.

"Should I even ask what you're doing here?"
Vriska Serket: more hollow come8acks ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
Not feeling like being confrontational was turning into the norm for Vriska. She didn't like it. But this wasn't the time or place to get in a fight, and even if it were, she probably would have lost. Terezi, she realized as she looked up and over at the new arrival, could definitely take her. Karkat was just an annoyance for Vriska. A fun, angry, squeaky toy for her to play with. He kept her in line, sure, but he was practically prey whenever she got a free minute. Terezi...

Terezi was different. She had different feelings for him, and Vriska had different feelings about her. Every path getting into a fight led down was a bad one. That was the real bottom line. So Vriska just sat there, not raising her voice, not sounding any more depressed than usual. Just talking. Like a normal, civilized person.

"You're not the only one who misses him."
Terezi Pyrope: [s] interogatesw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
She wanted to laugh. At what, Terezi wasn't sure. It was either the thought of Vriska missing someone at all, or the implication that Vriska had any inkling of what she was feeling. How could she even compare them? She couldn't, that's how. She could never understand.

"You can go miss him in your own room." There was an edge to that sentence, one that Terezi hadn't wanted to be there. She was trying so hard to keep emotion out of this. It just wasn't working as well as she was used to.
Vriska Serket: you dou8t it ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 05:27 am (UTC)
Vriska wanted really badly to have a snappy comeback to that. But she couldn't even manage a regular hollow one. There wasn't really a reason for her to be here but at the same time there was every reason. You don't create a universe with someone without getting attached at least a little.

Instead of replying, she moved over to the far end of the bed, giving Terezi more than enough room to sit down if she so chose. Vriska wasn't going to leave yet. She wasn't ready.
Terezi Pyrope: [d] anonymous is a trolls best friendsw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 05:41 am (UTC)
That wasn't what she wanted. That wasn't even close. She wanted Vriska out. Gone. Anywhere but here. This was her place now--except not really, but just for a little while, Terezi wanted to be selfish. Just for this. She deserved that much, didn't she? But she couldn't even have that, not when Vriska was sitting right there and acting like she had to share her moment of grief.

Why did she even care? Karkat wasn't anything special to her. Jegus, after everything was said and done, Vriska had barely paid attention to him. If it wasn't for Terezi, she wouldn't even have known. She approached the bed, stopping in front of the other troll.

"Do I have to make these hints clearer? Get out." Her shield of apathy was cracking.

Edited at 2010-11-15 05:42 am (UTC)
Vriska Serket: staring down the spidermom's maw ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)
Vriska stared right up at the other troll and suddenly complacency was the last thing on her mind.

"No."

That in and of itself would probably turn out to be a mistake, and she definitely had a feeling that she would be leaving this room in pain eventually. But that wasn't the point.

"I have just as much of a right to be here as you do. I lived with him since we all started showing up here. I stumbled through the fucking hallway with him when we were trying to figure out how to get out of here. I let him be a leader and I followed all his stupid plans and you don't have a monopoly on Karkat!"

Everything about that was empty. She wanted to be boiling with rage but couldn't make it over a simmer. Even that would probably be too much for her ex-sister to take. Vriska didn't break her stare-down, but she was already bracing herself for drubbings.
Terezi Pyrope: [s] only stop when you smell tearssw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
Just that single 'no' had Terezi's shield splintering. By the end of Vriska's empty tirade, the crack was nearly as audible as Terezi's open palm against Vriska's cheek.

As much as Terezi had tried to buffer it, to put a cushion between herself and Karkat's absence, there was just no helping it. The wound was open again and the hurt was bleeding out and fuck Vriska for doing that to her when she was so sure that she had things under control.

"You have no fucking right. None!" Most of that was growled out as Terezi went to grab Vriska by the front of her shirt, yanking forward and to the side to pull her off of the bed and fling her onto the floor.

"Don't act like you even had the capacity to give a shit about him!"
Vriska Serket: what the fuck just happened. ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 06:27 am (UTC)
That was not even close to what she'd been expecting. Before she could even process the slap she was on the floor, absentmindedly wondering if Terezi could still smell traces of Karkat's blood around here from the week he blew up. All the different forms of verbal retaliation she could muster sounded equally pathetic in her head. For a moment she just breathed, keeping her face down near the ground.

When she spoke up she sounded exactly as awful as she thought she would. "What the hell was last week if I don't give a shit about people?" There were so many things wrong with that question and she knew Terezi would debunk every last one of them. She had to keep talking. She picked her head up a little more to make sure her voice was heard.

"There are ten of us left in the entire goddamn universe! Of course I care about Karkat!"

Edited at 2010-11-15 06:31 am (UTC)
Terezi Pyrope: [s] interogatesw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 06:45 am (UTC)
"Last week was a sham! Our whole fucking friendship was a sham! You don't care about anyone past your own capacity to use them, so don't give me that shit!"

If Vriska was waiting for the cane to come out, she wouldn't need to wait any longer. Terezi snatched it out of her specibus and snapped the tip down against the floor next to Vriska's head, all in one swift motion. It was a warning. A dangerously close warning.

"There could be a hundred million of us, but you still wouldn't care about any of them but one! And it definitely isn't Karkat!"
Vriska Serket: hardcore manipul8tion ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 07:00 am (UTC)
Yeah. That's enough to set her off. She grabbed for the tip of Terezi's cane with her robot hand, but even if she didn't catch it, her other hand was already pushing her up off the ground.

"You don't know the first goddamn thing about me! I broke down crying in Kanaya's arms because of Equius so don't you fucking dare say I don't care about anyone but myself you fucking blind bitch!"

It only took a second for her to realize what she'd just said, what she'd just admitted to the one person she never wanted to admit anything to. It was weakness. She was weak to admit that she had emotions and now Pyrope was going to use that to her advantage. Hold it over her like a Fiduspawn card at the top of a staircase. Like mind honey over an open protein chute. Like the sun over a treehive.

Vriska stopped trying to push herself up. Stopped grabbing for the cane. Just let herself settle back down, propped up on her organic arm and nothing else. The ground just got a lot more comfortable.
Terezi Pyrope: [a] you just need a good bonksw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 07:40 am (UTC)
Terezi wasn't expecting that. The anger, the grabbing at her cane, the shouting and name-calling. That was what she was used to. It was downright familiar, and it surprised her just how much she was gunning for it. How much she wanted it. She didn't want to feel like she was falling apart. She wanted things to feel normal. She wanted to vent her anger and frustration on someone who deserved it. On someone who would fight back.

But no. Jegus, Vriska was going to deny her even that. Terezi wanted to shout that she was lying--dash a scathing hole right through her confession, but that would be as hollow a victory as dishing out undeserved drubbings. ...The sad truth was: She wasn't lying.

"Nnnnngh!" Picking up the tip of her cane, Terezi turned away from Vriska and brought her cane down on the foot of the metal bed, denting the railing inward. It was a poor substitute, but at least it wasn't Vriska's head. She took a slow, deep breath and let the cane slip out of her hands to lay harmlessly on the bed for now.

"It's still not the same." The words were a little hollow, and her throat threatened to close on them even as she spoke.

Edited at 2010-11-15 07:41 am (UTC)
Vriska Serket: you dou8t it ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)
That made two of them who wanted things back to normal. If only Vriska were feeling up to confessing that, too. But the last time she brought up anything involving Venice it just went downhill too fast to be worth it. She flinched at the clang of cane on metal but exhaled in relief when she realized it wasn't her skull.

She'd gotten lucky. And she knew it.

"I know. But it's proof." Hopefully she'd earned the right to stay in here with Terezi after that. She didn't want to fight for something that she never thought she'd had to fight for in the first place. She looked back up at Terezi for the first time in what tension had made seem like forever. "I'm not a bitch when it matters."
Terezi Pyrope: [n] look to the skysw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 08:19 am (UTC)
"I don't care about your 'proof'!!"

More petulance, but if Terezi could just hear herself, she might have laughed. A prosecutor not caring about proof? That was ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as the stinging sensation in her sightless eyes. She couldn't even see, it wasn't fair that she was still able to cry.

She refused to face Vriska. Instead, Terezi concentrated on her breathing, trying to hold back a disaster that she didn't want her ex-sister to bear witness to. She was still holding herself together. Barely.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you even here? Why won't you just go away? So what if you let him be your leader, so did everyone else! And you don't see them here! Not even Sollux, and they were moirails!"
Vriska Serket: ro8o slump ::::( ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 08:31 am (UTC)
Vriska was keeping her eyes locked on Terezi. And that the other troll wasn't looking at her—when she practically made it a habit to use that red glare of hers to intimidate as many subjects as possible—meant that something was wrong. Thoughts of exploitation flashed through her head; of lying, of deceiving, of digging her fingers under the metaphorical floorboards and yanking until something broke.

But this mattered. And that meant not being a bitch. Not being herself. Just Vriska being Vriska. Oh, it would feel good to lash out at that memory. Bring it back up to the forefront in this conversation and throw it back in Terezi's face. But Vriska couldn't do that. She wouldn't let herself do that.

She would let herself slam her robot fist against the ground, though. "Because he's gone! And I spent months sitting over there in my room not caring whenever he got hurt and running away when I knew he was going to do something stupid, and now he's gone! He's ashes in hoofbeast shit and maybe I feel a little guilty about that!" Everything about her voice was escalating to a fever pitch, but she was just getting more and more shrill with no real direction. Hollow anger. Hollow everything. She folded her metal arm next to her regular one, then hung her head, joining Terezi in the not-looking-at-each-other festivities.

"Is that what you want to hear?"
Terezi Pyrope: [d] lonely up heresw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 01:09 pm (UTC)
No, Terezi didn't want to hear that. She didn't want to hear that Karkat was dead and gone and scattered across the biodome like--No. She couldn't finish that analogy. God, she couldn't even go into the biodome right now. She knew she would smell him everywhere or think that she smelled him everywhere, which was just as bad. Maybe worse, actually! And... And this wasn't helping.

She clenched her fists, concentrating on the pain of her nails digging into her palms. It was a little stabilizing, but not much. Mostly she just wanted to get away from Vriska, but she still had enough sense not to simply flee the room. She was a wreck, but she wasn't going to lose face here.

"The only thing I want to hear is your footsteps as they head out the door. Look, I'll even be gracious enough to escort you out myself!" True to her word, Terezi finally turned back to Vriska, leaning down to grab the troll's organic arm and yank her to her feet. Luckily, any indication that she might have been on the verge of tears was obscured by her shades. Even so, her grip is almost bruisingly tight.
Vriska Serket: 8ugging and fussing and meddling ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 04:11 pm (UTC)
"Get off me." She tried yanking her arm away as soon as Terezi had gotten her to her feet. (No sense wasting a good thing.) But the blind girl had a vice grip on her arm. A death grip. The kind of thing that would be incredibly stupid to fight against, and yet Vriska was about to anyway. "I'm not going anywhere. I miss him just as much as you do and there's no reason we can't do this together!"

Vriska didn't miss him as much as Terezi. She never really could, and she knew that. But she didn't want to leave yet either. And if misery really loved company then maybe this wouldn't be so awful. Maybe if Terezi could get over herself and her pride long enough for the two of them to actually talk or. Something. Maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe.

She planted her feet firmly and curled her robotic fingers into a fist, just in case she had to use it. Punching would barely solve anything, but if Terezi wouldn't listen to poorly thought-out reasons (if, that was a funny thing to think) then Vriska wanted to be prepared.
Terezi Pyrope: [d] anonymous is a trolls best friendsw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 04:55 pm (UTC)
Something snapped in Terezi in that moment. She wasn't even aware of it at the time, but those six little words severed something in her, and she couldn't go back. Just as much as you do... Before she knew it, she had shoved Vriska away as hard as she could--in the general direction of the door, but she didn't really care where she ended up, just as long as she was away. It was either that or cave her face in.

"Fuck you! I don't want to do this together! You don't have a single iota of a clue as to what I'm feeling! I miss him a whole hell of a lot more than you ever could in your entire miserable life! He was my fucking matesprit, you self-absorbed two-timing psychopathic bitch!"

Terezi didn't really notice what she'd said or the pale teal rivulets running out from beneath her glasses or the fact that she was trembling ever so slightly. Not until after that tirade was finished, and even then, she didn't care enough to do anything about it. If she had to stop and clean herself up, all of this anger was going to cave in on itself and then she really would be left with nothing.
Vriska Serket: more hollow come8acks ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
By the time Vriska recovered from getting shoved, she was a lot closer to the door, but still in the room, and still surprised that she'd gotten off so easy. She was about to shoot back with some horrible, under-thought, pseudo-cutting remark, but then she actually looked at the other troll and saw something she didn't even think was possible.

Terezi Pyrope was crying.

Every fiber of Vriska's bitchy little being was screaming to tear her down, to make her pay, to shove a finger or five in the open wound and twist, twist, twist. Every fiber but one. The last shred of any decency she had left. She heard her moirail's words like that lousy supportive friend was right there next to her. You're always fighting, Vriska. Sometimes there's no battle to fight. And she knew that this was one of those times. She... didn't have to fight back. Fighting back would only make things worse. But what was there to do if not fight back?

"...I'm sorry, Terezi." It felt strange coming out of her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she'd apologized for anything. Least of all her words. "I was wrong." And she'd never said those three words. But getting over herself, listening to what Kanaya had told her, having the courage to admit something like that made her feel... kind of good about herself. It made her feel like Kanaya would be proud, and that felt nice.
Terezi Pyrope: [d] anonymous is a trolls best friendsw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
She was hoping for that comeback. She was waiting with bated breath for that retort that would just give her a reason to lash out more. She could always count on Vriska to never turn the other cheek when insults were being thrown, and she'd given her a slew of them to get her started! Even the tears were just fuel on the fire in this situation, and she didn't even care if her ex-sister used them. All she wanted was an excuse to hold onto this anger. A justification to be every bit the bitch that Vriska usually was. To match cut for cut and blow for blow because even that was better than the abyss that was threatening to swallow her.

The apology ripped the ground out from under Terezi's feet. Out of sheer habit, she blinked in surprise, a few more tears finding their way down her cheeks. That wasn't how this was supposed to go. That wasn't-- God, she felt like she couldn't even breathe. She tried drawing in a shaky breath, but it got caught somewhere in her throat and just wouldn't move, and... What finally came out was closer to a sob than a breath.

And just hearing that wretched noise from her own mouth demolished whatever anger she had left to stand on. She didn't care. Later, she would. Later, she was going to deny this ever happened and swear Vriska to secrecy by threat of drubbings and hopefully forget about it herself, but right now... Right now, forget the bed and the chair and anything else. Terezi was sinking into a crouch on the floor, curling in on herself as if she were trying to physically hold herself together, her shoulders shaking with each ragged breath.
Vriska Serket: ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 08:07 pm (UTC)
How perfect that Vriska had just been thinking about Kanaya because this just brought her straight back to Venice. When it came out that Kanaya was flushed for Vriska. And when Vriska's own mental torment had flowed straight into Kanaya's brain. Thank god something like that wouldn't happen here. But it was still close enough to bring up memories. Kanaya huddled on the ground, in tears, afraid to talk to anyone. Vriska standing close by, too scared to say anything but knowing that she'd have to.

But the difference was between Kanaya and Terezi. Kanaya wanted her and Terezi just wanted her dead. It didn't matter how similar the situations were. Crawling over and hugging Terezi and offering to wait out the week together would not work. Not even a little. But what else was there to do? A lot of things, but nothing was coming to mind. All Vriska could do was draw comparisons to Venice. And Venice was... bad. Venice had always been bad.

She thought about confirming that she wasn't going to make fun of Terezi for crying, but what good would that do? It was pretty obvious that she wouldn't anyway. Ugh. But silence was so wrong, especially after that sob, with shaking breaths in the air and nothing else. She couldn't say it would be okay because she didn't even believe that. What did she say when it was Kanaya? Did she even say anything? No, they were being... psychic. Great.

"He's too stubborn to be gone." It came out in a whisper and it was nowhere near the right thing to say, but she had to say something. Maybe she'd end up believing it if she were lucky.
Terezi Pyrope: [d] anonymous is a trolls best friendsw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
In this situation, there wasn't really any right thing to say. If a couple of words could fix this mess, Terezi wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Nothing short of bringing Karkat back was going to make this right. The best they could really hope for was passable.

At first, the only indication that Terezi had even heard Vriska's words was a quiet almost-pitiful 'nngh' ground out between her breaths. That was something she tried telling herself for weeks, while Karkat was comatose. He was too stubborn to die. They couldn't break him with these shitty experiments. She herself had survived them, so that meant he could too, right? Apparently not, according to the termination list.

"But he is gone." Her voice was just as ragged when she finally spoke in between her near-sobs. "Here's not here. His recuperacoon, his clothes, everything is gone. He's not coming back--not that one. I just don't--"

Terezi cut off her own sentence there, swallowing hard and visibly trying to get herself back in control. It wasn't working just yet, her thoughts and emotions were still reeling. But now that Vriska had her talking again, she was at least trying.

"Why. Why him??"

Edited at 2010-11-15 10:13 pm (UTC)
Vriska Serket: you dou8t it ♏cahoooooooots on November 15th, 2010 10:24 pm (UTC)
Vriska's reply came quickly. She'd been through the exact same sequence of thoughts lately. Of course, it wasn't with someone who meant as much to her as Karkat did for Terezi, but Equius, as creepy and sweaty and weird as he was... he was her friend. He was her best friend growing up and he was the reason she had two working arms and no visible gaping hole where her eye should have been. And he never... judged her or lost respect for her or tried to kill her after all those things happened that changed the way she existed in that horrible fucked-up world she called home.

"Because they hate us. And they won't be happy until we're broken."

She looked down at her metal hand, then clenched it into a fist. She wanted to growl or snarl or bare her teeth but she didn't have the energy to do anything but look.

"And once they break us, they still won't stop."
Terezi Pyrope: [d] lonely up heresw33t_just1c3 on November 15th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
"That's not a good enough reason." As if the reason even mattered. But really, to Terezi it did. 'Because they hate us' was just too broad, too vague. If that was the case, why not Kanaya or Nepeta or Eridan or Vriska or--jegus, even herself. That was the one that really bothered her.

"They took Equius, they had me, they threw me back in this hellhole and took Karkat instead. And he--" He what. She choked off again, taking another deep breath while her mind continued charging forward. Did he just not make it? Did they kill him on purpose? Were they even picking selectively? If that was the case, then why did they favor Karkat over her? Because he was their leader? Because he was more important? Both of those things were true, as much as she hated to admit it. Losing Karkat was probably the worst blow they could deal, not just for her but for all the trolls as a whole.

"I wish they hadn't taken him." Given what she knew now, if she could have chosen between this or the incinerator, Terezi would have gladly stayed comatose in Karkat's place. It was the logical, strategical choice. And because going through this was a completely new kind of hell that she wanted nothing to do with. It was also a dumb, pointless thing to think--let alone say, and she knew that but she said it anyway. It was better to get the thought out now while she was already feeling miserable.
Vriska Serket: i pro8a8ly shouldn't 8e here ♏cahoooooooots on November 16th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
"Me too."

It was quick and quiet and a little meek. Like she was still afraid to talk to Terezi even though they were in agreement and Terezi was in no position to actually fight. It was probably better to let the legislacerator do most of the talking, because Vriska knew she'd just fuck it up if she tried, and the two were actually sort of getting along in a shared emotional ineptitude kind of way and the fewer chances she took on that front, the better.

She kind of wondered, though. When she was miserable, falling into a hug in Kanaya's arms helped a little. And there weren't any worries about physical contact here. Their thoughts could both remain as private as they wanted even if they were touching each other. Vriska took a couple hesitant steps forward until she was in front of Terezi, then crouched down, bending her knees deep, balancing on the balls of her feet, putting her still-clenched fist down flat on the floor to provide support. It made her feel like one of those pink monkey babies to be "sitting" like that, though, and without another moment she put her legs flat on the ground and sat down on her feet instead.

She was close. Closer than she ever wanted to be of her own volition. If Terezi wanted to lash out and hit something it wouldn't be much of an effort at all. It was scary, but so was everything about today. It felt right to warn the other girl, at least. "I'm going to hug you." And then she did, and it was a really terrible experience for her—to the point where she didn't know when it was okay to let go, so her arms were just kind of limp over Terezi's shoulders and she was just kind of awkwardly there.
Terezi Pyrope: [d] lonely up heresw33t_just1c3 on November 16th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
It was kind of funny how that simple "me too" twisted around in Terezi's mind. Rather than making her feel better, the act of wishing Karkat was still around inevitably looped back to Terezi wishing she could have taken his place. And it made her wonder if Vriska would have preferred that instead.

It was another dumb, pointless thought in a slew of dumb, pointless thoughts, mostly because they were just a plethora of 'what if's and 'maybe's, which were two of the worst terms ever created. Who cared about hypothetical situations that might have happened, but didn't. That was the sort of ridiculous thing that Karkat would have obsessed about. And yet, she found herself turning the thought over in her mind, almost morbidly fascinated with it.

At least until Terezi realized that the subject of her fascination was no longer standing by the door. Vriska's scent was suddenly much closer now, right in front of her. Truthfully, the other troll was in no danger of being lashed out at. The tears were still flowing and her breathing was still uneven in places and her arms were still wrapped tightly around herself, but Terezi was pacified for the moment.

Even the announcement of the intended hug nearly passed by without reaction. It was such a foreign thing to hear from Vriska's mouth, it almost didn't register. But then it did, and Terezi tensed with the realization only a split second before those arms were on her shoulders. She was still trembling slightly, and she knew Vriska could feel it, and that bothered her in an embarrassing sort of way; but at the same time she could practically taste the other girl's awkwardness, so it was an even deal. Except that didn't explain why Vriska was doing it in the first place.

It took nearly half a minute for Terezi to cycle through every possibility for this action before coming to the realization that she just didn't care. It was probably a bad idea, and she would probably regret it in the near future, but whatever. Leaning forward into the awkward embrace, Terezi rested her head against Vriska's shoulder. From this distance, she could smell the scent of her blood wafting up from beneath her skin. Blueberry bubblegum was still a good flavor, even after everything that had happened.
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