Rose X Eridan

Rose X Eridan Chapter 1

Rose and Eridan

His glistening white descended piranha related teeth were lined with the thin coat of a violet salvia clearly visible through his signature grimace. He steps forward with a nice satisfying clop, followed by the symphony of steps hence forward with his movements. This was his favorite part, the fear in this human's eyes, to see such a stable girl's sanity break like the fragile bones she was composed of. His rough gray hands dug deep into his striped pant pockets, of course he couldn't kill her, she was just too fun to mess with. Rose had an aggressive sneer plastered onto her face, her blackly adorned lips drawn back into a snarl. She shifts a leg back with an unpleasant squeak of her sneaker, and her arms whip firmly into a defensive position. She had the guts of any highblood trash or so they say, honestly. This entire hemospectrum of iron infused life liquids gave her one wicked cringe on the inside. It was like a perfect representation of troll racism, as if the difference of uncontrollable factors in a person resulting in unfair treatment wasn't awful enough. Her heart was thudding from her chest and she blocked out the dizzying thoughts with sheer force, this wasn't her time to fall, and surely not to the hands of this bottom feeder. He unleashed a particularly amused chuckle as his deep violet orbs bared down into the soft colored reflection of hers. "Wwhat's the matter Lalonde? Am I scarin you?" Sometimes he feels his difficulty in words cause his threats to be all the more less threatening, but hey. If that crazy juggaloo can murder meowbeast-obsessed girls with juggling tools then he can surely crawl under her skin. "What gives you the impression that I'm capable to feel fright towards your mystical weapons of "Science" hm?" Her sneer softened some with this statement. His right arm pulls up in a retrieving motion, his so called scientific wand she presumed. As if capable of foretelling the future the pearly white object slid into view. There was a vaguely noticeable cracked mark along the middle area which appears to have been torn in two and somehow molded into shape once more. Details such as this only really dragged into interest through close observation. "You knoww I groww tiresome of repeatin my self to the likes of your lowwblood filth." He hissed out, gripping the wand tightly and ignoring the tolerable pinches of his rings in the grip. Perhaps he was mistaken, but the hardly noticeable tremble just occasionally rippling through her stance begged to differ.