[his eyes meet hers, wide in shock - and then burn. growling low in his throat, Eridan fists the front of her shirt and drags Rose down to his level; forehead to forehead, not mindful enough to keep their heads from knocking together in the process, and he snarls against her mouth.]
You're such a bitch.
[his free hand slides up her leg nonetheless.]
Maybe you weren't just projectin' after all.
[of course he knows why he keeps her around, or why he hopes she keeps him around. why he's just rude enough, but never unforgivably so. why he gave her a key.
it's because some part of him likes this, and because apart from the occasional drop-in by Quentin, she's really all he has.]
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You're such a bitch.
[his free hand slides up her leg nonetheless.]
Maybe you weren't just projectin' after all.
[of course he knows why he keeps her around, or why he hopes she keeps him around. why he's just rude enough, but never unforgivably so. why he gave her a key.
it's because some part of him likes this, and because apart from the occasional drop-in by Quentin, she's really all he has.]