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eridan ampora | prince of hope

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So what are you gonna do when they outlaw all that superheroin' nonsense you all lowe so damn much?

[to his credit, he's trying to sound grave. (it isn't working.)]

We take this - and we're goin' to, since we got such big pushers for mustard-bellied diplomacy in charge around here - they ain't gonna be satisfied 'til they got us all on leashes. And at the first signs a dissent, they're gonna hang us by 'em. I sure hope you lot can handle the usage a our powers bein' a criminal offense, since that's the next thing to go. A Wulcanus gun in ewery Natiwe hand and a trackin' chip in ewery filthy imPort, right?

[a ~~theatrical~~ pause. contrary to his usual habit of getting worked up in his tirades, eridan's been very calm (albeit smug in his "my unreasonable paranoia was entirely justified" kind of way) but no less intense throughout.]

We start goin quietly into that good fuckin' nocturnal phase and we aint newer gonna stop.

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Surwiwed it? I gutted your precious moirail like a pig.

[HE ISN'T WRONG]

Second. Maybe third.

[deliberately fulfilling only the minimal requirements of answering that question tbh]

How much do you miss me not bein' around the brownstone, honestly?

You always made such a mess, especially in my study. Especially in my study. Why would I miss that?

[Cheater alert, that's not an answer. That's a dodge.]

[it's too bad eridan doesn't realize it!! getting too caught up in his feelins and whatnot. his tone darkens.]

Don't tell me you're fuckin' up and forgettin' your own damn rules already.

Your question.

Of course.

[CHEATERS ALWAYS PROSPER]

Why did you think I would be fine with your proposed scenario given the concurrent stimulus?

[LIFE IS SUFFERIN]

Didn't realize you cared as much as you did, really. Guess I assumed you were made a sterner shit than to let anythin' affect you too bad.

Preferred method a killin' me. Be honest.

You might be missing the point. Eridan. [Said so sourly!! But he gives pause at the next question, because in fact he does had a slightly-less-than-merely-hypothetical method in mind.]

I'd inject you with specific nanobots, all indescribably small and all programmed with a very precise command. Only on my word would they begin to dissemble your brainstem, and work upwards from there. Only on my word, would they kill you.

You'd have to live with the knowledge that I could destroy you whenever I felt the whim

[He smirks, and that could be nearly audible in itself.]

How many hours a day do you spend thinking about me, or things directly related to me?

Edited 2012-08-14 15:49 (UTC)

That's all sorts a creepy as fuck, Ed.

Mostly that you thought on it that hard and probably spent some time imaginin' what it'd look like when I died.

[OBLIVIOUS.]

Two, maybe three. Considerin' I'm usually up for three or so days at a time, I figure that's a reasonable amount.

How many hours do you spend thinkin' about me and things directly related to me?

Perhaps a couple per week. Every now and then I recall that you murdered Mitchell, and I consider what he could do to you in return but hasn't. That's still invariably in your context, so.

Do you want us to be connected again? Either as moirails or family or friends?

No.

[yes. OOPS HE LIED and doesn't even bother asking a question in return, since he assumes eddie would point out his untruthfulness before he could even get it out.]

Noted.

I'll take that to heart.

Don't bother. It'll die down a its own accord sooner than later, with any sorta luck.

[as secretly charmed as he is by the idea, he's equal parts appalled and being a contrary little shit just to spite eddie.

feelings are confusing.]

Then I'll end any hypothetical efforts in the matter.

Good.

We both know you don't hawe a heart to take anythin' to anyway.

One of the traits you admire about me, isn't it? My heartlessness. You, who attempts to abandon his more sentimental emotions. You, who disdains mollifying agents. Is that not how you describe any longing for a moirail to begin with? Misguided at best, pathetic at worst?

But don't confuse heartlessness with deceit, necessarily. Not that one can't coexist with the other, of course, but they aren't always intertwined. What would you do, if you had inadvertently turned down a sincere invitation?

Since you hate admittin' when you make a mistake so damn much, I don't hawe to worry about it.

I didn't make a mistake. I will never be your father, Eridan, nor your moirail again.

[But that leaves other options...]

Well ain't I fuckin' lucky. I don't need either one.

[the possibility of which is buzzing in his head - if he weren't so dangerously proud and remarkably grudgewanky, he might have said something about it.]

I just got comfortable is all.

And surely knowing that I'll be moirail to you never again, ever, is a relief. [He rubs that in, but neglects to mention the father thing again. Not because it's any more likely, but rather because that's what hits closer to home for Eddie himself. No need to draw addition attention.] As now you can focus on your other quadrants. All one of them.

You sort of have one, don't you? I wonder, are you finding her comfortable?

Gee, Ed, I'd lowe to spit up all a my innermost feelins on my matesprit -

[a deliberate beat.]

- but don't that seem like a moirail thing?

Oh, how original. Fine, no matter -- I can falsehood my way through your entire relationship. I have a tape recorder.

Here's a preview: Ruka will leave Eridan in six months. Three months. Two weeks.

I don't doubt it.

[he spits, rapidly turning venomous.]

Fef, Wris, Kar, Gam, you - I'm a weritable Orphaner fuckin' Dualscar when it comes to lowe, ain't I? Ewerybody ends up sick a me. Ewerybody ends up hatin' me no matter how fuckin' far I bend ower backwards for 'em.

I'm sick of it.

[UH OH VILLAINOUS BROODING OFF THE STARBOARD BOW]

[Practically cooing:] Who wouldn't be sick of it? You give so much of yourself, only to be rejected.

I'm not spillin' my kickass royal colored guts all ower you peoples' floorboards if all you're goin' to do is step in 'em.

[wow grossest analogy]

Exactly. Where's the benefit for you? There is none, there's only this self-defeating measure. There's only this martyrdom that you impose on yourself for the sake of your close connections.

And when you think about all that time and energy you've wasted, it gets you so angry, don't it?

[he doesn't immediately answer, because he recognizes this train of thought as the one that lead to the massacre back on the meteor. uncomfortable wand piles and that sinking feeling of being completely alone.

he feels very alone right now.]

Are you baitin' me?

[the questions don't really need answering, he thinks. when the questioner knows eridan as well as he does, they more or less answer themselves.]

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