O P P O S I T E S

Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA, and you have just recently died. Yes, as a matter of fact, you remember getting your body cut in half, by a jadeblood who you used to appreciate, but now find rather unsavory. However, this is not important. You gingerly touch your stomach, as if afraid to feel the cut there. But you feel nothing. No wound. No blood. Not a single tear in your clothing. Not a single clue that you died. But the more important thing here than the lack of a missing wound and blood, and all the messy things that came with your violent murder, is that if you were dead, then where were you exactly? You think it was maybe a dream. Some, odd and gruesome tale that you ended up dreaming about, and one that quite frankly, has you anxious and paranoid. But enough with this! You've been laying on this damn floor for far too long! You are a prince, and a prince of course, should not be lying on the rough, dusty floor of all places! That is an utter disgrace!

You sit upright slowly, head down and eyes closed as you try to think about where you were. You don't recognize the ceiling, and now that you think about it, there wasn't even a ceiling. There was just a blackness that hung where the ceiling was supposed to be. And, now that you're noticing the small details, you notice that this is not the polished tiled floor you died on, and is instead dusty, rough, rocky, and unpleasant, and marginally worse than the neat floor of your hidden base. You lift your head up, eyes opening, a feminine shriek resounding from you as the girl you're looking at bursts into laughter. Your first instinct is to be angry, and tell her off. And you most certainly do. You lay upon her dozens of insults, but you stop once you see her smile still ever present. Still evergreen, and true, and terribily patient. You can't help but feel embarassed as she reaches out her hand to you with that smile of hers. You take it anyways. She pulls you up with a surprsing amount of strength. Just who is this girl?

Anyhow, your first thought when you see her face is Feferi. But Feferi's skin isn't as... red as hers. Feferi's smile isn't as....genuine as hers. Or at least, Feferi's smile wasn't genuine, when she was with you. You don't recognize this girl. As a matter of fact, you don't believe you've even talked to her. Well... maybe once or twice. But otherwise, she remains anonymous to you. You scratch at your brain, trying to figure out who this girl is, but her optimistic tone cuts right through and brings your attention to her.

She makes an unsavory joke regarding your death, laughing a little and finger gunning. You wince and then glare at her, your fins twitching in agitation. The girl in red colored garments apologized, her joking smile melting into something more empathetic. And it's strange for you to even think this, but her smile is something that softens the blow of the horrendously offensive joke. Her mass of thick curls bounce as she turns around, and gestures to the two recognizable faces. One you love and adore so much, and one you... well not, so much love and adore. But you forget about him. You forget about everyone as you run to her, and you hug her as hard as you can, afraid to let her go as you begin crying violet and blubbering apologies to her about how guilty you felt, and how sorry you were. She hugs you back, nodding in understanding, whispering soothing nothings into your ear. Your once tense and shaking body loosened beneath her gentle touch, and she lets you go when you've calmed down. You sniffle, and wipe away your tears and, suddenly remember the two others with you. You absolutely do not want to apologize to the golden boy. You didn't hate him, but rather you thought that he simply was not good enough for Feferi. You respected him which was all fine and well, but you didn't despise him. You simply did not think that for someone as sweet, and kind as the princess, to have an uncouth peasant be the object of her affection seemed off. Also, he was just so needlessly rude- especially to you.

You can feel the tension, and his very existence annoys you. Immediately, he questions you, and you fire back with insults, and the two of you lunge at each other. Or at least make an attempt to. You and the gold blood are trapped in a red orb, the symbols of your friends surround a gear that's spinning slowly. The girl with ram horns has her hands held up. She chastises both of you, and reminds both of you that the purpose of the whole entire thing of the afterlife, was to reconcile. She admits that it doesn't have to be immediately, and that she doesn't expect them to become friends, but she hopes that they can at least learn not to fight each other on instinct. She forces an apology out of the both of you, and releases her hold on the clock, stepping in between you, and catching both of you when you both stumble forwards and out of the suspension of time. You can't help the slight tint of violet that blooms on your cheeks and ears, and you hope no one notices. You note Sollux's yellow tint in his cheeks as well, and raise an eyebrow as the mystery girl puts you both upright properly, and smiles. You and Sollux - being the completely mature teens you are - stare at each other, glaring and burning holes in each other... that is until the ram girl blocks your view. She hugs both of you, forcing your faces to be buried in her shoulder so that neither of you could look at each other. There's much protest in the form of curses and yelling, and threats being made upon her life, as well as yours and Sollux's respectively, however she seems unfazed about the whole ordeal. She simply pats both of your backs, pacifying your anger by simply tiring both of you out, and squeezing you both affectionately, which not only worsens both of your platonic blushing, but it also makes you breathless, and inevitably, much much more tired to fight or struggle. She lets both of you go, and you hear Feferi and the girl in red giggling together, whispering together, only for the girl's face to go a red with a mildly sheepish expression. However the expression is brief, and she laughs it off.