Dead Angels for a Prince Ghost

Chapter 8 : Speak up

He is here. Eridan is right fucking here. Why would he be here? You're deeply confused as you can't think of any concrete reason that would have made him end in your hive, but at the same time you understand better what happened earlier. The icy feeling running through your body, the glitches of your computer, the high sadness filling up your chest... All of this was due to him.

"Thhit..."

You push your chair away from where you think he is standing, wincing. Having the Aquarius' ghost right next to you feels awful.

It reminds you the day you killed Aradia.

It was all the same. The coldness, the shared emotions, the whispers... Oh god, you didn't needed to remember this now. You don't want to.

==> Be Eridan.

You've kind of been watching absently what happened in the room all this time, trying not to make a sound, not to move or think. In a certain way... You were glad nobody could see you. They weren't able to see how pitiful you looked right now. Your eyes were still filled with diluted violet tears, while multiple places of your body were marked with the color of your blood, painful vestiges of the wounds that covered your dead body.

Yeah... Nobody can hear you. Nobody can see you. You're all alone now.

Fuck this.

You don't want to be. You don't think you'll be able to handle the loneliness for a really long time, you've never been really good to handle it. You cursed under your breath, and looked around, approaching the only troll left in the room. Sollux... You've never been quite fond of the guy, but this is your only option. You quietly ask him for help, slightly tugging at the tip of your torn scarf. You know he can't hear you but you try anyway, your voice getting louder and louder at each demand. You're starting to cry again, but you feel so desperate that you don't care anymore.

And then, you heard him saying your name. He heard you.

He moves away, staring in your direction, and you feel deeply relieved. There's finally a bit of hope for you. You can't even believe it.

"O-oh cod sol can ya really hear me?"

He remains silent and slowly nods.

"...And ya can see me?"

He seems to hesitate a bit before replying.

"No, I can't. But what are you doing here anyway?"

It feels so good to be able to talk to someone. Too good that you're ignoring just how much you used to hate (platonically) this troll before.

"I don't havve a clue."