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[seeress]

[ her breath hitches when his nails dig into her knees, the pain tolerable, but not enough for her to keep from reacting. she can feel the warm liquid trickling down her bare legs, the hand on his horn gripping tightly now, running her nails along its curve. ]

Hmm.

[ she brushes her other hand along his neck, tracing her fingers along the skin almost lazily, keeping her composure as best as she can ]

A needy, desperate, fallen from grace angel that no one takes seriously. Reaching too hard to be the supervillain that you know is beyond your grasp. You really are your father's son, aren't you?

[amoray]

[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.]

[seeress]

[ the reaction wasn't unexpected -- in fact, she had planned for this. everything she says, every button she pokes, carefully thought out like a puppet master playing. she doesn't mind when he grabs her or when he knocks his head against hers, even hums a little when he presses his mouth to hers. Rose even hums a little, mockingly ]

On the couch, Eridan? How uncouth.

[ when his leg moves against her leg, she kisses him, tenderly and softly, lacking all of the violence and hate that their relationship consists of, simply because she knows how much it riles him up. she nips at his lips before pulling back, murmuring softly: ]

How often do you think about him?

[amoray]

You don't think I'm a prince. Why should I hawe to act like one?

[and then she's kissing him, and it's entirely lacking - like all the little pecks in public, picture perfect, positively revolting. she knows it. she knows how much he hates it. she pulls back, and he glares up at her.]

You wanna talk about him right now?

[seeress]

[ she brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth with an amused: ]

"It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles." [ and then sliding her hand along his horn just to tease him. she doesn't mind, actually, playing this game. it's fun for her, like someone playing solitaire to kill time. ]

I wouldn't bring him up if I didn't, Eridan. Answer the question. Do you stay up late at night, thinking about him?

[amoray]

[momentarily put off, his head thumps against the back of the couch or whatever he's sitting on leave me alone.]

He's my father. Was. Whatewer. Or at least close enough to suffice for it. He treated me well, for as much of a little shit I used to be. And he probably went out horrible.

[his eyes slide closed, tired.]

What do you think?

[seeress]

[ her hands drop and she loops them around his shoulders, settling into lean against him. ]

I'm surprised you weren't prepared for this. A man like him, constantly terrorizing and instigating others -- he should've have died much, much sooner.

[ her eyes flash light for a moment before returning to their lavender hue and she smiles. ]

It was probably brutal and torturous. He probably died crying.

[amoray]

[and there is - as there always is, he knows he's walking right into it - the spark of anger, of hatred, that sets him off. ever the predictable one. the hand on her shirt skims across her arm, along her collarbone, and closes around her throat; it's not tight enough to cut off her breathing, not hardly.]

I could snap your fuckin' neck, right here. Right now.

[he shouldn't use his powers, ever. it's too dangerous. but nonetheless, the hope in their fifteen foot bubble starts to drop.]

But since you got such a obwious issue paternally - not too outta line, considerin' how much Norm didn't like you and Zee ended up abandonin' the fuck outta you, though Norm did that too - I can't say I'm too angry.

[seeress]

[ she chokes on her breath when his hand clasps around her throat, but that's not what makes her stomach turn. (he's nowhere close to really hurting her). it's the way the atmosphere changes, the sudden drop. she can feel herself losing confidence, growing more concerned and even dreadful towards the situation at hand.

this succeeds in making her angry. ]

Don't fuck with me, Eridan.

[ her tone is cold and the lights in the room begin to flicker dangerously, the lighting of the apartment dimming. her hand moves to rest on the one he has wrapped around her neck. ]

You have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.

[amoray]

What, that Ed and I had somethin' you and none a your so-called "guardians" ewer did? And you were jealous?

[he lets go of her throat, instead looking to grab her chin. he is in no way sure about his words; they're empty, but meant to sting.]

You were always jealous.

[seeress]

[ she lets him, of course, when he holds her chin, the look in her eyes scornful and angry. she despises him at this point, every fiber of her being. she wants to strangle him with her tentacles, plunge their thorns into his neck.

Falsehood. Delusions.

[ these two words were spoken very, very carefully as the lights above continue to flicker. her stomach keeps turning and she's quite sure that there will be blood on her hands if he doesn't stop. ]

[amoray]

[she's angry - it's doubtful he's getting any tonight, but pissing Rose Lalonde off is almost as good. he lets go, the morale in the room returns to normal. he drops his hands to the couch beside his head - his pose is almost submissive.

his smirk, however, is not.]

Really.

[seeress]

[ when the hope returns, the light stops and everything returns to normal. except for Rose, of course. her eyes are dangerous, the faintest sign of her sigil in her pupils.

he thinks he's won. idiot.

she doesn't move from her position on his lap though, hand moving to her neck where he grabbed her. ]

Your attachment is pathetic.