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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.
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