Lost to the Waves

WOW ANOTHER CHAPTER

///WOW WHAT ANOTHER CHAPTER. I got bored and decided to continue this. The prompt was "skype call" I said "okay."

Probably shit but feel free to read///

The Three-way trollian calls were your favorite.

In retrospect, they made absolutely no sense. Quadrants were like a dance. A waltz, or a tango, between two people.

It doesn't take three to tango.

It was as if you and Fef were in some awful kismesmitude, and Eridan was the ever present auspitice, cuddling and shooshing and keeping tempers low.

In a way, Eridan was your moirail as well, your replacement for kk, your ever present sanity, there to hold him and talk for hours on end and keep you Sollux Captor.

Some days, it would tilt red. Eridan would give you little kisses, or fef would come down and laugh and smile and sing and make life worth living again.

And sometimes, you'd all call eachother up on trollian and be red together.

Feferi was in her throne, a tray of pastries in front on her. In some respects, she felt black today-the way she'd smirk at him and lick the delicious icing off her lips, making him wish for pastries of his own though he knew he could never keep them down.

Eridan was at home, or at least, the closest thing to a home he had. He was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the ship, breathing in the salty sea air. He never meant to be black, not to Sollux, but almost everyone was-everything came with a twinge of jealousy, of the fine clothes they wore, the warm, lush, velvet and fines silks, of the fresh breeze on Eridan's face and the way it whipped his hair about, of the way he smiled. That was something Sollux never did. At least, he never meant it.

Today was a day when everyone felt black.

It started with the name calling- the endearing terms shot between Eridan and Feferi, the snickers and giggles.

you tells them that you don't care how they make you feel,you'd cancel this call and crash the ship somewhere if they dont include you.

Would you? No. But it was the blackest thing you could muster.

You dont feel right with Eridan. You certainly dont feel right with )(er. No, you need them both.

They start insulting you next. You don't care much. It's all part of the game, the game that all three of you will spend your whole lives playing-even when he dies and then slowly she does and you're the only one left. You shoot a few good ones back, and they all laugh.

Suddenly-boom! Everything was pale.

"You havvent been gettin enough sleep, Sol."

I rolled my heterochromatic eyes. "And who2e fault ii2 that?"

")(-EY! You can manage just fine, Sol."

Then it was all over. We weren't pale anymore. We hated eachother's guts again.

We started the game. That's what we called the more "intimate" rounds on trollian call, we called it the game. Today it was all very black, but you were practically dripping by the time you finished. All three of you were. It was crazy, the small pleasures of life.

"You gonna smother me in affection noww as a Thank you for that, Sol?"

It was how the three of you worked. It was time to be red. You nod, and thank Eridan for his work. He smiles and blows you a kiss. Fef rolls her eyes and mutters something before bloing two as well-one for each of you. You request another one. Duality complex. She complies.

You definitely prefer red to black.

But, even as you hold your aching self up, you can't say you mind being black all that much. You cant say the three of you are anything, anything less than soulmates.