Le Glace: Part I - What's Your Problem?
Le Glace
Oz only wants the oblivion, the passion of ice; Vriska finds herself in a strange, foreign world on a trip gone awry. But they are there for each other, among frustration and chaos, they find hate, love, and passion. AlicexGilxOz<3Fandom: Pandora Hearts & Homestuck [crossover]
Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
This is a rather random fic with my kismesis OTP, OzxVriska (yes I know, strange right?). This will be a miniproject that I'm doing to relieve my stress over finals and will probably continue over Christmas break (if it's not done by then). I am completely and totally doing this for kicks and TEH LULZ so this fic is going unbeta'd, and things move kind of fast.
Uuuuh . . . a few things about this fic. I sort of . . . ditched the Homestuck canon and I'm pretending everything is better. AND VRISKA IS ALIVE MY FAVORITE TROLL IS NOT DEAD LALALALA~ *plugs ears* Ditched PH canon a bit too-Oz, Alice, and Gil are married in this fic, and it's about a year after the current timeline of PH. There's also a bit more other headcanon, that you'll see. ;)
Also, for the French, I've only used Google translate. It should be accurate, but if anything is incorrect, let me know. :D
Anyway, enjoy my weird cracky fic~!
Part I: What's Your Problem?
She awoke on her Questbed, confused and devoid of wings. Yet she was whole and untouched, and it took her a few moments to realize that her Godtier had been stripped away. Her body ached, and she had lain there for what felt like a long time. She couldn't hear the voices of her friends, couldn't hear any of the fauna of her planet, and she wondered what possibly could have happened. At last, when she rose, she found everything was not as it seemed. It wasn't her Questbed-it was her bedroom. But things were off, and she wondered where the line between reality and game had blurred.
Still, Vriska Serket had been given a second chance to live.
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He lately found himself consumed by the color blue. It was in his dreams, among his thoughts, it jumped out at him in gardens and buildings. Oz Vessalius found himself wishing for cold, for ice, for something that would freeze him immobile. Alice and Gilbert seemed concerned when he expressed his wishes, but he insisted he wasn't intent on something like death-he only wanted to feel that way. So Gil and Alice brought ice into their bed, but it wasn't enough. Oz hated to disappoint his husband and his wife, but he also wasn't sure what it was he wanted.
He would simply keep dreaming of vivid, bluish cold.
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- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at 11:18 -
AG: John? You there?
EB: hi, vriska! i haven't seen you on in forever.
AG: John, what's going on?
AG: I am so confused.
EB: uh
EB: i dunno
EB: what are you confused about?
AG: Everything. The Scratch and what the hell happened? I'm not Godtier anymore.
EB: oh
EB: well, everything is sort of…different
AG: Different?
EB: yes
AG: Explain.
EB: uh
EB: well it's like
EB: an alternate reality
AG: ?
EB: uuuuuuh
EB: the scratch did some weird things
AG: Gogd8mmit
EB: you okay?
AG: I h8d it. I was going to win. We were g8nna win …
AG: H8w did this happen, Egbert?
EB: i take it you are angry
AG: 8ngry is an unders8ment.
EB: like i said, the scratch did weird things
EB: i am honestly not sure
EB: rose explained it better
EB: and the other trolls know
EB: you've been the last to wake up. i think it's because you were…um…yeah
AG: Oh …
AG: So is the game over?
EB: yep
EB: it was a fun adventure. and our planets are intact. and everything is normal again.
EB: do you want me to tell you about it? the parts you missed
AG: …
EB: vriska?
AG: You know, John
AG: You're the only one who seems to understand me.
EB: thank you
AG: Welcome. ::::)
AG: Cause I was wondering
AG: If uh …
AG: You would like to be my moirail.
EB: oh
EB: wow
EB: this is random
EB: and that is quite an honor
EB: …
AG: Well, Egbert?
EB: i think i would love to! :D
EB: <>
AG: Really?
AG: Awesome!
AG: I'm glad. ::::)
EB: me too
AG: Well
AG: Since all this shit is over
AG: This means I can come visit you.
EB: huh?
EB: but…
AG: I'm an alien, John. Duh.
AG: Our technology is 8etter than yours. ::::P
AG: I can get to you on the time currents in a few days.
EB: sweet you guys have time travel?
AG: Yes. Why are you so impressed? One of your 8est friends time travels.
AG: Or, used to.
EB: uh…
EB: haha
EB: right
EB: okay, that sounds nice
AG: And we can go on that d8. ::::)
EB: wait
EB: moirails go on dates?
AG: Of course!
AG: It's a quadrant of romance, right?
EB: yeah
AG: So in the human world that means you go on a d8!
EB: i guess that makes sense
EB: but now i'm nervous
AG: Why?
EB: because i've never been on a date
AG: Well neither have I. Trolls don't really have d8s.
EB: and i have to impress an awesome girl like you
AG: Awww John stop.
EB: never!
AG: Haha
AG: Well, I'll 8e over in a few days.
EB: oh man
EB: how am i gonna tell my dad an alien is coming to visit us?
EB: and how long do you plan to stay?
AG: That is for you to figure out, and I think as long as you'll have me. ::::)
EB: uh
EB: okay
EB: i guess i'll see you, then
EB: in like two days
AG: Yeah! I gotta get packing!
AG: See you soon, John!
EB: yeah, see you! :D
AG: <>
EB: <>
- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at 11:18 -
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Their peaceful day of reading and leisure was disrupted by something like a meteor. The explosion was a flurry of smoke-the biggest any of them had ever seen. Gilbert commanded Oz and Alice to stay back, and he pulled out his gun and moved towards it to see what it was. Alice muttered something about 'stupid Seaweed Head being silly' and Oz just chuckled. Gil only wanted them to be safe.
It was a few minutes, before they heard him shout, "It's safe! You two can come over!"
Alice grabbed Oz's hand, and pulled him towards the carnage. The smoke had mostly dissipated, hanging in the air like mist that made their throats scratchy. It had cleared a one-hundred yard radius around the impact, the trees decimated to ash, and anything alive would have been destroyed. Oz cringed, as he crept up, and spotted Gil standing at the edge of a large crater. Oz and Alice stopped, as they peered in. There was some kind of circular metal . . . thing . . . in the center of the hole.
"What is that?" Oz asked.
"I don't know. But Sharon is going to throw a hissy fit."
"Yes, probably." Oz shrugged, "Let's check it out!"
"No, Oz, do-!" Too late, Oz had already released Alice's hand, and slid down the crater side. Alice followed her younger husband.
"Is that thing tasty?" Alice asked.
"No. Don't touch it, it's hot." Oz could feel the heat radiating off of it. He assumed it had come from space, and it was hot because it had burned from their atmosphere, "Gil? I think this is some kind of vehicle or something . . ."
"It's just a meteorite, Oz, or a comet . . ."
"No. It has a door."
"Shit." Gil slid down after his two loves, and walked around to the spot Oz and Alice were standing. There was indeed a door-it was crumpled, and appeared to barely be attached to its hinges.
"What if there's someone in there?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm sure there's some kind of explanation . . ."
"Eerr. Think you can get it off?"
"I'm not opening some freaky train thing . . ." He trailed off at Oz's face, "Ugh. Fine." Gil stepped forward, and lightly touched the door. It had cooled by now, and it wasn't blazing hot, simply very warm. He dug his fingers into the grooves around the door, and pried at it, "Urgh. Alice, come help me."
She came forward, and pulled on it with him, and with a resounding grating sound, they succeeded in pulling it off the small metal vehicle. Oz peeked in, and gasped, "There's someone in there!"
Gil and Alice put down the door, and peered inside with Oz. He was correct-a petite figure was strapped to a seat, in the center of the vehicle. It looked to be female, but the skin was grey, and all they could really see was a pair of orange horns and a mess of long black hair. Oz chewed on his lip, before he ducked into the metal case, and crawled towards the girl.
"Be careful, Oz." Gil called.
Oz stopped, and found that the chair spun. He rotated it towards them, and his lips parted. Blue. Blue, blue, blue-she was covered in it. He hesitated, before he touched her cheek, smothered in the bright color. It was warm, hot, sticky, and he realized as he leaned closer that it was something like blood. She was injured and unconscious. He reached down, and unstrapped the device holding her to the chair, some kind of safety belt. She was as petite as Alice, maybe even smaller. Oz caught her before she slid out of the chair, and held her close. His fingers fumbled at her neck, and he was relieved to find a pulse.
"What's going on?" Alice called.
"She alive, but hurt. She needs help."
Oz gently lifted her, and turned around, hunched over in the small vehicle, and scuffled back outside. Gil blinked as he took in the girl, and crouched and pulled off his jacket as Oz laid her on the ground. Oz pulled off his own coat, and used it to staunch the bleeding, most of which was coming from an injury in her side. It felt like several of her ribs were broken, and her breathing looked labored.
Her skin was grey, her wavy hair was black, she had orange and yellow horns, as Oz had observed earlier. She wore glasses. The flush in her face and lips seemed to come from her blue blood, and her eyes her closed, long eyelashes like feathers against graphite cheeks. Her bone structure was very fine-it reminded Oz of what he imagined a pixie would look like. She was slender, a slight figure, willowy arms and spindly fingers. This girl was certainly not human.
"G-Gil, A-Alice . . . I think she's a . . . a f-fairy."
Gil blinked, "I thought she was a Chain."
"Nope." Alice said, sniffing the girl, "Doesn't smell like one."
"It's the only plausible explanation." Oz said. He stroked her hair back from her face, and watched the rise and fall of her thin chest.
"A fairy from outer space. Who knew."
The first thing she became aware of was her abdomen. It ached, as though the original injury that had caused her death were still there. She wondered if talking to John, packing, catching up with her friends, traveling, had all been a dream. The time storm had been a dream. She would wake on the same tile floor Terezi had murdered her on, and she would revive her Godtier. Yes. Yes, the game was on-it wasn't over. It had all been a dream.
She opened her eyes.
Everything was blurry-and she was looking at ceiling. She was surrounded in something soft, and warm. She blinked, and stared at the black white ceiling. She turned her head to the right, and stared at the blurred figure of someone sitting in a chair, but their skin was orange, their hair yellow. It wasn't a troll. A human? One she didn't know. She made to sit up, and hissed as pain shot up her left side. The human looked up, and moved towards her. A soft hand was placed on her shoulder, and pushed her back into the soft surface.
"Couchez."
Vriska blinked at the boy, his face now in focus. His hair was a bright blond, nearly shockingly yellow, and he studied her with large, beautiful green eyes. He had freckles. She blinked, at this particular observation-why would she care if a human had freckles? He smiled, and sat back, before he reached to a table beside the soft surface, and came back with her glasses. She accepted them, and put them on.
"Parlez-vous français, mademoiselle?" Again, he spoke in a language she couldn't understand.
"I don't know what you're saying." She murmured.
He blinked for a moment, "You understand English?" At last, he said something she could understand. Though his speech was strange-it was heavily inflected with a rich, syrupy accent that made her watch the way his full lips moved. God, what was wrong with her?
"I don't know what English is, but I can understand you, now."
"Good." He nodded, "You have been injured."
"Where am I? Who the hell are you?" She made to sit up again, but the pain resumed. The boy shot her a stubborn look, and forced her to lay down once again.
"I am Oz Vessalius, first son and heir to the Vessalius dukedom. You are at the Rainsworth estate, in Versailles, eer . . . in France, on . . . um . . . the planet Earth."
She blinked for a moment, "W-wait, I'm on Earth?"
"Yes."
She examined his face, and moved on to the clothes he was wearing, the bed she was laying in, the way the room looked, the book in his hands. No television, no audio devices, no computers. None of the technology John or Jade or any of his friends had.
"What year is it?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Uh . . . eighteen seventy seven?"
"Fuck!"
He blinked, and arched his eyebrows at her language.
"I'm off by several centuries!"
"Off of what?" Oz asked.
"I was going to visit my friend by traveling on time currents and I got stuck in a time storm and . . ." It was clear from Oz's facial expression that he hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about, "Uh . . . it's complicated."
"I see."
"So I'm in . . . what is it, France?"
"Yes."
"And that is . . . a city?"
"A country. Your train crashed in the Rainsworth woods."
"Train . . .? Oh. You mean my ship."
"Ah . . . I suppose, yes."
She nodded slowly, her eyes still trained on his, "So I'm stranded here?"
"Yes. Unless you know how to fix it . . ."
"Fuck." She sighed, and flopped back. Oz offered her a sympathetic look and a shrug, before he picked up a book from the bedside table, and began to read. She watched him for a long moment, "You're just going to ignore me?"
"You need to rest."
"You could at least show some manners."
"Ah! I'm sorry . . . what is your name?" Oz asked, leaning forward.
"Vriska Serket. Please to meet you."
The boy suddenly beamed, "Vriska~! That is such a cute name~!"
She blinked-she hadn't expected such . . . enthusiasm, "Right. Thanks. What's that book you're reading about?"
"Oh . . . it's about a girl who falls in love and her family."
"Sounds stupid."
The boy suddenly bristled at her, "It is not!"
She snickered-this would be fun, "Is too."
Oz grumbled something and stuck his nose in his book.
"Hey Bookgrub."
He ignored her.
"Bookgrub! I think I'm going to call you that from now on."
"You better not."
"Why? What're you gonna do?"
Oz stared at his book, and seemed unable to come up with an answer, so he simply fumed and glared at her. She felt her heart skip a beat, and bit her lip-the way he looked so angry. She liked it. She smiled, "You're helpless, aren't you, Bookgrub?"
Oz spluttered something indignant in his native language, and stood to leave. Vriska sighed-alone at last.
All well, she was sure he would come back, eventually.
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Gil and Alice looked up, as Oz stormed into their bedroom, and threw his current novel on the bed. Gil arched an eyebrow, as the young duke stalked over to the writing desk and sat down. They watched as their husband picked up a manuscript and proceeded to stare at it with what Alice had dubbed his 'writer's face.' Oz muttered something under his breath, and wrote an annotation, before he shook his head, and scribbled it out.
"Oz, you alright?" Alice asked.
"Fine!"
"You seem angry." Gil said.
Oz paused, and emitted a frustrated sigh, "That girl is so rude."
"Fairygirl? She seems nice to me." Alice said. It had been a few days since the little fairy had landed in the Rainsworth grounds, and they had learned she was from a different planet, and she had been led astray in a storm of some kind on her way to visit a friend.
"No, she's rude! Rude rude rude! I don't like her!"
Gil watched Oz for a moment, as the younger man scribbled something out on his manuscript. Gil sighed, and walked over and tugged the paper from his hands, "You'll regret crossing all that out, later." He sat down next to Oz on the bench, and pulled him into his lap, and kissed him on the forehead, "You need to calm down."
"She just . . . gets under my skin! I dunno . . ."
Alice giggled, and followed her two boys, "You're silly. Silly silly Oz~" She poked him in the cheek.
"I am not! Why am I silly?"
"Oz . . ." Gil sighed, "If you have a crush on Miss Serket, it's okay."
Oz turned bright red and spluttered, "I-I do not-whaaa-wh-I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MISS VRISKA!"
"Listen to him, 'Miss Vriska.' No one calls her that. And that's what they all say!" Alice stated, "It's what I used to say about Gil."
"S-so?" Oz twisted out of Gil's lap and stood, "I do not like her!"
"We wouldn't mind if you brought someone else into the relationship." Gil said.
"We are bringing no one into the relationship! There are three of us! No more, no less! JUST THREE!" He thrust three fingers under Gil's nose.
"Oh my, you have it bad."
"I do not have it bad! I don't have anything bad! Just, URGH! What is wrong with you two? Stop laughing!"
"B-but you're so funny, Oz." Alice giggled.
"This is not funny, does this look funny to you?"
"Pfftahaha yes!"
"AAAGH!"
He stalked off, before their laughter drove him off the deep end. He did not like Vriska. He had no feelings for her.
None.
Not even remotely.
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He didn't like her, yet he found himself spending time with her. More and more, he would sit with her in her room. They would talk, mostly argue-it often escalated into shouting matches. Oz hadn't confessed to anyone the thrill it gave him-the blue and the ice he had desired was here before him, in this girl. Cold exploded within him when they argued, when he would rant at her, about her-but he hated to admit to himself that he might like her. Gil and Alice simply had to be wrong-perhaps this was just a phase, this want for cold and ice.
"Do you hate me?"
Oz looked up at the question, to find Vriska watching with intent. He shrugged, and seemed to struggle with himself, "Well . . ."
"Because it's okay if you do. It's normal."
"I don't hate you. You just . . . annoy me. A lot."
"Hm." Vriska watched him as Oz returned to his book, "You're being awfully quiet today, Bookgrub."
"Why . . . would it be normal for me to hate you?"
"I explained troll romance to you, right?"
He nodded, and looked up, "Yes, so?"
She smiled, and leaned towards him. Her ribs were nearly healed, and the injury in her side was closing well. Oz watched her, and his eyes widened as she drew closer, closer, much too close for what was appropriate, "I told you about what a kismesis is."
His face heated, "M-mademoiselle, I'm m-m-married."
"To two matesprits." She grinned, as her breath ghosted over his face, "You ignore the conventions of human culture. You're more like a troll."
"N-no I'm not. Get the hell out of my face." He whispered.
"No."
She closed the gap, and pressed her lips to his roughly. Oz gasped, as her fingers ran back through his hair and yanked, and he emitted an unexpected and involuntary groan. He opened his mouth, and she bit into his lip before she shoved her tongue inside. He could taste his own blood from her sharp fangs, and his arms wrapped around her, pulled her closer. He was frozen, like ice inside, fiery white, furious, beautiful. He melted into her, into the kiss, into his feelings.
They each drew back, gasping. Vriska was smiling, and Oz found he was too. He bit his lip, and felt the ooze of blood increase. Her eyes flickered to it, and she reached up and gently wiped it away, and observed the red, red, red on her finger.
"Your blood is red."
"Yeah, so? Every human has blood that color."
"I see . . ." She looked back up at him, before she leaned up and kissed him quickly and roughly, "So what makes you nobility?"
"Oh . . . the family I was born into. The Vessalius blood."
"I see . . . interesting." She rubbed the blood between her fingers, "Oh look, you ended up on the bed."
"Yes, I suppose I did."
"You English has gotten better." She began to crawl towards him, and he smirked and backed away.
"Thank you. I have had plenty of chances to practice."
She grinned, and pounced. He tried to spring away, but her reflexes were faster, and she grabbed him and pinned him down. He watched her, as his chest rose and fell with the effort of their kisses, of playing cat and mouse. She leaned down and kissed him, hard, and this time he welcomed her. She would bite, and he bit right back. She giggled, and drew away, and wiped at her lips, "I wonder . . ."
"Wonder what?"
"If . . . maybe . . . our anatomy is similar enough."
"What?"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Wh-what-of course not, I'm married!"
"Hm . . ." Her hands moved lower, to the belt of his slacks.
He grabbed her hands, "Isn't this kind of fast?"
"Better now than never, right?"
"But you . . . you're . . . how old are you?"
"Six sweeps."
"Wh-w-wait wait wait-"
"The human equivalent to thirteen."
"Wh-but I'm sixteen!"
"Whoa, you so do not look it . . ."
Oz rolled his eyes, "Thank you."
"So, are we going to do this?"
Oz sighed, "This is kind of fast . . ."
"Hey, I didn't think we would go all the way."
She resumed undoing his belt, and he watched her for a moment, before he began to shrug out of his coat. She left his pants, and helped him out of it, followed by his tie. They undid his buttons together deftly, and she smiled as she slid the thin fabric away from his soft skin. He was thin, barely any muscle, but enough definition to interest her. She traced her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and paused. He had a strange tattoo over his heart-a black, spiky circle. It reminded her of a clock.
"What's this?" She asked, placing her hand over it.
Oz pulled her hand away, and placed it on his shoulder, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
She narrowed her eyes, and poked him hard in the cheek, "What is it, Bookgrub?"
"It's . . . i-it's . . . what binds me to Alice. Since she's my Chain."
She stared at the tattoo, "I see. Why does it look like a clock? And why is the hand stopped at six?"
Oz bit his lip, and looked away, "It . . . is . . . just, don't worry about it."
She smacked him upside the head, "You will tell me, Bookgrub! Now!"
Oz glared at her, and poked her in the nose, "Fine. But you're not gonna like it." He took a deep breath, and pulled her closer, so that her legs straddled his pelvis. She arched an eyebrow, as Oz's expression changed, "I have an illegal contract with Alice. I explained legal contracts to you, right?" She nodded, "Well, this is different . . . instead of a special pendant, the Chain is . . . uh . . . bound to the contractor's body." He cringed, "Every time the contractor or the Chain uses its powers, the stylus moves."
She nodded, "I see. What happens when it completes a rotation?" Oz didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her. She growled, and pushed him away, "Oo-oz! What is your problem?"
"It doesn't matter what happens. It shouldn't matter."
"I think it does."
His large green eyes changed, moved from venomous to soft doe-eyes, and it startled her, "Vriska . . ." He had dropped her honorific, "I . . . I'm dying."
She blinked, as she processed this information, and placed her hand over his tattoo.
" . . . when it completes, Alice and I will be dragged into the Abyss."
Vriska's nails tightened and dug into his skin, "You better not let that happen. Or I'll go after you and kill you personally."
Oz sighed, and grabbed her hand, "I don't know if you want to get involved with me. It won't be easy, and there most definitely aren't any guarantees. Not to mention, we're from two different times and planets."
She leaned in, and kissed him, hard, and ground her hips into his. He groaned, and arched his back in a way she liked. She smiled, "There's always a way. And you don't strike me as the kind of person to give up."
Oz offered a wan smile, "Then you don't know me very well."
"Nuh uh, I do. You're willing to put up with me."
Oz laughed, "True."
She giggled, and kissed him, "Baby steps. We'll just take baby steps."
"Alright." Oz kissed her on the forehead, and then suddenly drew back, "Oh, damn."
"What?"
"Gil and Alice are going to forever tease me . . ."
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Aaand, that is it~! I hope you enjoyed. SORRY I TEASED YOU I PROMISE SEXYTIMES WILL COME.
Anyway, next installment . . . whenever. Yep yep~!
Oz only wants the oblivion, the passion of ice; Vriska finds herself in a strange, foreign world on a trip gone awry. But they are there for each other, among frustration and chaos, they find hate, love, and passion. AlicexGilxOz<3Fandom: Pandora Hearts & Homestuck [crossover]
Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
This is a rather random fic with my kismesis OTP, OzxVriska (yes I know, strange right?). This will be a miniproject that I'm doing to relieve my stress over finals and will probably continue over Christmas break (if it's not done by then). I am completely and totally doing this for kicks and TEH LULZ so this fic is going unbeta'd, and things move kind of fast.
Uuuuh . . . a few things about this fic. I sort of . . . ditched the Homestuck canon and I'm pretending everything is better. AND VRISKA IS ALIVE MY FAVORITE TROLL IS NOT DEAD LALALALA~ *plugs ears* Ditched PH canon a bit too-Oz, Alice, and Gil are married in this fic, and it's about a year after the current timeline of PH. There's also a bit more other headcanon, that you'll see. ;)
Also, for the French, I've only used Google translate. It should be accurate, but if anything is incorrect, let me know. :D
Anyway, enjoy my weird cracky fic~!
Part I: What's Your Problem?
She awoke on her Questbed, confused and devoid of wings. Yet she was whole and untouched, and it took her a few moments to realize that her Godtier had been stripped away. Her body ached, and she had lain there for what felt like a long time. She couldn't hear the voices of her friends, couldn't hear any of the fauna of her planet, and she wondered what possibly could have happened. At last, when she rose, she found everything was not as it seemed. It wasn't her Questbed-it was her bedroom. But things were off, and she wondered where the line between reality and game had blurred.
Still, Vriska Serket had been given a second chance to live.
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He lately found himself consumed by the color blue. It was in his dreams, among his thoughts, it jumped out at him in gardens and buildings. Oz Vessalius found himself wishing for cold, for ice, for something that would freeze him immobile. Alice and Gilbert seemed concerned when he expressed his wishes, but he insisted he wasn't intent on something like death-he only wanted to feel that way. So Gil and Alice brought ice into their bed, but it wasn't enough. Oz hated to disappoint his husband and his wife, but he also wasn't sure what it was he wanted.
He would simply keep dreaming of vivid, bluish cold.
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- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at 11:18 -
AG: John? You there?
EB: hi, vriska! i haven't seen you on in forever.
AG: John, what's going on?
AG: I am so confused.
EB: uh
EB: i dunno
EB: what are you confused about?
AG: Everything. The Scratch and what the hell happened? I'm not Godtier anymore.
EB: oh
EB: well, everything is sort of…different
AG: Different?
EB: yes
AG: Explain.
EB: uh
EB: well it's like
EB: an alternate reality
AG: ?
EB: uuuuuuh
EB: the scratch did some weird things
AG: Gogd8mmit
EB: you okay?
AG: I h8d it. I was going to win. We were g8nna win …
AG: H8w did this happen, Egbert?
EB: i take it you are angry
AG: 8ngry is an unders8ment.
EB: like i said, the scratch did weird things
EB: i am honestly not sure
EB: rose explained it better
EB: and the other trolls know
EB: you've been the last to wake up. i think it's because you were…um…yeah
AG: Oh …
AG: So is the game over?
EB: yep
EB: it was a fun adventure. and our planets are intact. and everything is normal again.
EB: do you want me to tell you about it? the parts you missed
AG: …
EB: vriska?
AG: You know, John
AG: You're the only one who seems to understand me.
EB: thank you
AG: Welcome. ::::)
AG: Cause I was wondering
AG: If uh …
AG: You would like to be my moirail.
EB: oh
EB: wow
EB: this is random
EB: and that is quite an honor
EB: …
AG: Well, Egbert?
EB: i think i would love to! :D
EB: <>
AG: Really?
AG: Awesome!
AG: I'm glad. ::::)
EB: me too
AG: Well
AG: Since all this shit is over
AG: This means I can come visit you.
EB: huh?
EB: but…
AG: I'm an alien, John. Duh.
AG: Our technology is 8etter than yours. ::::P
AG: I can get to you on the time currents in a few days.
EB: sweet you guys have time travel?
AG: Yes. Why are you so impressed? One of your 8est friends time travels.
AG: Or, used to.
EB: uh…
EB: haha
EB: right
EB: okay, that sounds nice
AG: And we can go on that d8. ::::)
EB: wait
EB: moirails go on dates?
AG: Of course!
AG: It's a quadrant of romance, right?
EB: yeah
AG: So in the human world that means you go on a d8!
EB: i guess that makes sense
EB: but now i'm nervous
AG: Why?
EB: because i've never been on a date
AG: Well neither have I. Trolls don't really have d8s.
EB: and i have to impress an awesome girl like you
AG: Awww John stop.
EB: never!
AG: Haha
AG: Well, I'll 8e over in a few days.
EB: oh man
EB: how am i gonna tell my dad an alien is coming to visit us?
EB: and how long do you plan to stay?
AG: That is for you to figure out, and I think as long as you'll have me. ::::)
EB: uh
EB: okay
EB: i guess i'll see you, then
EB: in like two days
AG: Yeah! I gotta get packing!
AG: See you soon, John!
EB: yeah, see you! :D
AG: <>
EB: <>
- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at 11:18 -
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Their peaceful day of reading and leisure was disrupted by something like a meteor. The explosion was a flurry of smoke-the biggest any of them had ever seen. Gilbert commanded Oz and Alice to stay back, and he pulled out his gun and moved towards it to see what it was. Alice muttered something about 'stupid Seaweed Head being silly' and Oz just chuckled. Gil only wanted them to be safe.
It was a few minutes, before they heard him shout, "It's safe! You two can come over!"
Alice grabbed Oz's hand, and pulled him towards the carnage. The smoke had mostly dissipated, hanging in the air like mist that made their throats scratchy. It had cleared a one-hundred yard radius around the impact, the trees decimated to ash, and anything alive would have been destroyed. Oz cringed, as he crept up, and spotted Gil standing at the edge of a large crater. Oz and Alice stopped, as they peered in. There was some kind of circular metal . . . thing . . . in the center of the hole.
"What is that?" Oz asked.
"I don't know. But Sharon is going to throw a hissy fit."
"Yes, probably." Oz shrugged, "Let's check it out!"
"No, Oz, do-!" Too late, Oz had already released Alice's hand, and slid down the crater side. Alice followed her younger husband.
"Is that thing tasty?" Alice asked.
"No. Don't touch it, it's hot." Oz could feel the heat radiating off of it. He assumed it had come from space, and it was hot because it had burned from their atmosphere, "Gil? I think this is some kind of vehicle or something . . ."
"It's just a meteorite, Oz, or a comet . . ."
"No. It has a door."
"Shit." Gil slid down after his two loves, and walked around to the spot Oz and Alice were standing. There was indeed a door-it was crumpled, and appeared to barely be attached to its hinges.
"What if there's someone in there?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm sure there's some kind of explanation . . ."
"Eerr. Think you can get it off?"
"I'm not opening some freaky train thing . . ." He trailed off at Oz's face, "Ugh. Fine." Gil stepped forward, and lightly touched the door. It had cooled by now, and it wasn't blazing hot, simply very warm. He dug his fingers into the grooves around the door, and pried at it, "Urgh. Alice, come help me."
She came forward, and pulled on it with him, and with a resounding grating sound, they succeeded in pulling it off the small metal vehicle. Oz peeked in, and gasped, "There's someone in there!"
Gil and Alice put down the door, and peered inside with Oz. He was correct-a petite figure was strapped to a seat, in the center of the vehicle. It looked to be female, but the skin was grey, and all they could really see was a pair of orange horns and a mess of long black hair. Oz chewed on his lip, before he ducked into the metal case, and crawled towards the girl.
"Be careful, Oz." Gil called.
Oz stopped, and found that the chair spun. He rotated it towards them, and his lips parted. Blue. Blue, blue, blue-she was covered in it. He hesitated, before he touched her cheek, smothered in the bright color. It was warm, hot, sticky, and he realized as he leaned closer that it was something like blood. She was injured and unconscious. He reached down, and unstrapped the device holding her to the chair, some kind of safety belt. She was as petite as Alice, maybe even smaller. Oz caught her before she slid out of the chair, and held her close. His fingers fumbled at her neck, and he was relieved to find a pulse.
"What's going on?" Alice called.
"She alive, but hurt. She needs help."
Oz gently lifted her, and turned around, hunched over in the small vehicle, and scuffled back outside. Gil blinked as he took in the girl, and crouched and pulled off his jacket as Oz laid her on the ground. Oz pulled off his own coat, and used it to staunch the bleeding, most of which was coming from an injury in her side. It felt like several of her ribs were broken, and her breathing looked labored.
Her skin was grey, her wavy hair was black, she had orange and yellow horns, as Oz had observed earlier. She wore glasses. The flush in her face and lips seemed to come from her blue blood, and her eyes her closed, long eyelashes like feathers against graphite cheeks. Her bone structure was very fine-it reminded Oz of what he imagined a pixie would look like. She was slender, a slight figure, willowy arms and spindly fingers. This girl was certainly not human.
"G-Gil, A-Alice . . . I think she's a . . . a f-fairy."
Gil blinked, "I thought she was a Chain."
"Nope." Alice said, sniffing the girl, "Doesn't smell like one."
"It's the only plausible explanation." Oz said. He stroked her hair back from her face, and watched the rise and fall of her thin chest.
"A fairy from outer space. Who knew."
The first thing she became aware of was her abdomen. It ached, as though the original injury that had caused her death were still there. She wondered if talking to John, packing, catching up with her friends, traveling, had all been a dream. The time storm had been a dream. She would wake on the same tile floor Terezi had murdered her on, and she would revive her Godtier. Yes. Yes, the game was on-it wasn't over. It had all been a dream.
She opened her eyes.
Everything was blurry-and she was looking at ceiling. She was surrounded in something soft, and warm. She blinked, and stared at the black white ceiling. She turned her head to the right, and stared at the blurred figure of someone sitting in a chair, but their skin was orange, their hair yellow. It wasn't a troll. A human? One she didn't know. She made to sit up, and hissed as pain shot up her left side. The human looked up, and moved towards her. A soft hand was placed on her shoulder, and pushed her back into the soft surface.
"Couchez."
Vriska blinked at the boy, his face now in focus. His hair was a bright blond, nearly shockingly yellow, and he studied her with large, beautiful green eyes. He had freckles. She blinked, at this particular observation-why would she care if a human had freckles? He smiled, and sat back, before he reached to a table beside the soft surface, and came back with her glasses. She accepted them, and put them on.
"Parlez-vous français, mademoiselle?" Again, he spoke in a language she couldn't understand.
"I don't know what you're saying." She murmured.
He blinked for a moment, "You understand English?" At last, he said something she could understand. Though his speech was strange-it was heavily inflected with a rich, syrupy accent that made her watch the way his full lips moved. God, what was wrong with her?
"I don't know what English is, but I can understand you, now."
"Good." He nodded, "You have been injured."
"Where am I? Who the hell are you?" She made to sit up again, but the pain resumed. The boy shot her a stubborn look, and forced her to lay down once again.
"I am Oz Vessalius, first son and heir to the Vessalius dukedom. You are at the Rainsworth estate, in Versailles, eer . . . in France, on . . . um . . . the planet Earth."
She blinked for a moment, "W-wait, I'm on Earth?"
"Yes."
She examined his face, and moved on to the clothes he was wearing, the bed she was laying in, the way the room looked, the book in his hands. No television, no audio devices, no computers. None of the technology John or Jade or any of his friends had.
"What year is it?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Uh . . . eighteen seventy seven?"
"Fuck!"
He blinked, and arched his eyebrows at her language.
"I'm off by several centuries!"
"Off of what?" Oz asked.
"I was going to visit my friend by traveling on time currents and I got stuck in a time storm and . . ." It was clear from Oz's facial expression that he hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about, "Uh . . . it's complicated."
"I see."
"So I'm in . . . what is it, France?"
"Yes."
"And that is . . . a city?"
"A country. Your train crashed in the Rainsworth woods."
"Train . . .? Oh. You mean my ship."
"Ah . . . I suppose, yes."
She nodded slowly, her eyes still trained on his, "So I'm stranded here?"
"Yes. Unless you know how to fix it . . ."
"Fuck." She sighed, and flopped back. Oz offered her a sympathetic look and a shrug, before he picked up a book from the bedside table, and began to read. She watched him for a long moment, "You're just going to ignore me?"
"You need to rest."
"You could at least show some manners."
"Ah! I'm sorry . . . what is your name?" Oz asked, leaning forward.
"Vriska Serket. Please to meet you."
The boy suddenly beamed, "Vriska~! That is such a cute name~!"
She blinked-she hadn't expected such . . . enthusiasm, "Right. Thanks. What's that book you're reading about?"
"Oh . . . it's about a girl who falls in love and her family."
"Sounds stupid."
The boy suddenly bristled at her, "It is not!"
She snickered-this would be fun, "Is too."
Oz grumbled something and stuck his nose in his book.
"Hey Bookgrub."
He ignored her.
"Bookgrub! I think I'm going to call you that from now on."
"You better not."
"Why? What're you gonna do?"
Oz stared at his book, and seemed unable to come up with an answer, so he simply fumed and glared at her. She felt her heart skip a beat, and bit her lip-the way he looked so angry. She liked it. She smiled, "You're helpless, aren't you, Bookgrub?"
Oz spluttered something indignant in his native language, and stood to leave. Vriska sighed-alone at last.
All well, she was sure he would come back, eventually.
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Gil and Alice looked up, as Oz stormed into their bedroom, and threw his current novel on the bed. Gil arched an eyebrow, as the young duke stalked over to the writing desk and sat down. They watched as their husband picked up a manuscript and proceeded to stare at it with what Alice had dubbed his 'writer's face.' Oz muttered something under his breath, and wrote an annotation, before he shook his head, and scribbled it out.
"Oz, you alright?" Alice asked.
"Fine!"
"You seem angry." Gil said.
Oz paused, and emitted a frustrated sigh, "That girl is so rude."
"Fairygirl? She seems nice to me." Alice said. It had been a few days since the little fairy had landed in the Rainsworth grounds, and they had learned she was from a different planet, and she had been led astray in a storm of some kind on her way to visit a friend.
"No, she's rude! Rude rude rude! I don't like her!"
Gil watched Oz for a moment, as the younger man scribbled something out on his manuscript. Gil sighed, and walked over and tugged the paper from his hands, "You'll regret crossing all that out, later." He sat down next to Oz on the bench, and pulled him into his lap, and kissed him on the forehead, "You need to calm down."
"She just . . . gets under my skin! I dunno . . ."
Alice giggled, and followed her two boys, "You're silly. Silly silly Oz~" She poked him in the cheek.
"I am not! Why am I silly?"
"Oz . . ." Gil sighed, "If you have a crush on Miss Serket, it's okay."
Oz turned bright red and spluttered, "I-I do not-whaaa-wh-I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MISS VRISKA!"
"Listen to him, 'Miss Vriska.' No one calls her that. And that's what they all say!" Alice stated, "It's what I used to say about Gil."
"S-so?" Oz twisted out of Gil's lap and stood, "I do not like her!"
"We wouldn't mind if you brought someone else into the relationship." Gil said.
"We are bringing no one into the relationship! There are three of us! No more, no less! JUST THREE!" He thrust three fingers under Gil's nose.
"Oh my, you have it bad."
"I do not have it bad! I don't have anything bad! Just, URGH! What is wrong with you two? Stop laughing!"
"B-but you're so funny, Oz." Alice giggled.
"This is not funny, does this look funny to you?"
"Pfftahaha yes!"
"AAAGH!"
He stalked off, before their laughter drove him off the deep end. He did not like Vriska. He had no feelings for her.
None.
Not even remotely.
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He didn't like her, yet he found himself spending time with her. More and more, he would sit with her in her room. They would talk, mostly argue-it often escalated into shouting matches. Oz hadn't confessed to anyone the thrill it gave him-the blue and the ice he had desired was here before him, in this girl. Cold exploded within him when they argued, when he would rant at her, about her-but he hated to admit to himself that he might like her. Gil and Alice simply had to be wrong-perhaps this was just a phase, this want for cold and ice.
"Do you hate me?"
Oz looked up at the question, to find Vriska watching with intent. He shrugged, and seemed to struggle with himself, "Well . . ."
"Because it's okay if you do. It's normal."
"I don't hate you. You just . . . annoy me. A lot."
"Hm." Vriska watched him as Oz returned to his book, "You're being awfully quiet today, Bookgrub."
"Why . . . would it be normal for me to hate you?"
"I explained troll romance to you, right?"
He nodded, and looked up, "Yes, so?"
She smiled, and leaned towards him. Her ribs were nearly healed, and the injury in her side was closing well. Oz watched her, and his eyes widened as she drew closer, closer, much too close for what was appropriate, "I told you about what a kismesis is."
His face heated, "M-mademoiselle, I'm m-m-married."
"To two matesprits." She grinned, as her breath ghosted over his face, "You ignore the conventions of human culture. You're more like a troll."
"N-no I'm not. Get the hell out of my face." He whispered.
"No."
She closed the gap, and pressed her lips to his roughly. Oz gasped, as her fingers ran back through his hair and yanked, and he emitted an unexpected and involuntary groan. He opened his mouth, and she bit into his lip before she shoved her tongue inside. He could taste his own blood from her sharp fangs, and his arms wrapped around her, pulled her closer. He was frozen, like ice inside, fiery white, furious, beautiful. He melted into her, into the kiss, into his feelings.
They each drew back, gasping. Vriska was smiling, and Oz found he was too. He bit his lip, and felt the ooze of blood increase. Her eyes flickered to it, and she reached up and gently wiped it away, and observed the red, red, red on her finger.
"Your blood is red."
"Yeah, so? Every human has blood that color."
"I see . . ." She looked back up at him, before she leaned up and kissed him quickly and roughly, "So what makes you nobility?"
"Oh . . . the family I was born into. The Vessalius blood."
"I see . . . interesting." She rubbed the blood between her fingers, "Oh look, you ended up on the bed."
"Yes, I suppose I did."
"You English has gotten better." She began to crawl towards him, and he smirked and backed away.
"Thank you. I have had plenty of chances to practice."
She grinned, and pounced. He tried to spring away, but her reflexes were faster, and she grabbed him and pinned him down. He watched her, as his chest rose and fell with the effort of their kisses, of playing cat and mouse. She leaned down and kissed him, hard, and this time he welcomed her. She would bite, and he bit right back. She giggled, and drew away, and wiped at her lips, "I wonder . . ."
"Wonder what?"
"If . . . maybe . . . our anatomy is similar enough."
"What?"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Wh-what-of course not, I'm married!"
"Hm . . ." Her hands moved lower, to the belt of his slacks.
He grabbed her hands, "Isn't this kind of fast?"
"Better now than never, right?"
"But you . . . you're . . . how old are you?"
"Six sweeps."
"Wh-w-wait wait wait-"
"The human equivalent to thirteen."
"Wh-but I'm sixteen!"
"Whoa, you so do not look it . . ."
Oz rolled his eyes, "Thank you."
"So, are we going to do this?"
Oz sighed, "This is kind of fast . . ."
"Hey, I didn't think we would go all the way."
She resumed undoing his belt, and he watched her for a moment, before he began to shrug out of his coat. She left his pants, and helped him out of it, followed by his tie. They undid his buttons together deftly, and she smiled as she slid the thin fabric away from his soft skin. He was thin, barely any muscle, but enough definition to interest her. She traced her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and paused. He had a strange tattoo over his heart-a black, spiky circle. It reminded her of a clock.
"What's this?" She asked, placing her hand over it.
Oz pulled her hand away, and placed it on his shoulder, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
She narrowed her eyes, and poked him hard in the cheek, "What is it, Bookgrub?"
"It's . . . i-it's . . . what binds me to Alice. Since she's my Chain."
She stared at the tattoo, "I see. Why does it look like a clock? And why is the hand stopped at six?"
Oz bit his lip, and looked away, "It . . . is . . . just, don't worry about it."
She smacked him upside the head, "You will tell me, Bookgrub! Now!"
Oz glared at her, and poked her in the nose, "Fine. But you're not gonna like it." He took a deep breath, and pulled her closer, so that her legs straddled his pelvis. She arched an eyebrow, as Oz's expression changed, "I have an illegal contract with Alice. I explained legal contracts to you, right?" She nodded, "Well, this is different . . . instead of a special pendant, the Chain is . . . uh . . . bound to the contractor's body." He cringed, "Every time the contractor or the Chain uses its powers, the stylus moves."
She nodded, "I see. What happens when it completes a rotation?" Oz didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her. She growled, and pushed him away, "Oo-oz! What is your problem?"
"It doesn't matter what happens. It shouldn't matter."
"I think it does."
His large green eyes changed, moved from venomous to soft doe-eyes, and it startled her, "Vriska . . ." He had dropped her honorific, "I . . . I'm dying."
She blinked, as she processed this information, and placed her hand over his tattoo.
" . . . when it completes, Alice and I will be dragged into the Abyss."
Vriska's nails tightened and dug into his skin, "You better not let that happen. Or I'll go after you and kill you personally."
Oz sighed, and grabbed her hand, "I don't know if you want to get involved with me. It won't be easy, and there most definitely aren't any guarantees. Not to mention, we're from two different times and planets."
She leaned in, and kissed him, hard, and ground her hips into his. He groaned, and arched his back in a way she liked. She smiled, "There's always a way. And you don't strike me as the kind of person to give up."
Oz offered a wan smile, "Then you don't know me very well."
"Nuh uh, I do. You're willing to put up with me."
Oz laughed, "True."
She giggled, and kissed him, "Baby steps. We'll just take baby steps."
"Alright." Oz kissed her on the forehead, and then suddenly drew back, "Oh, damn."
"What?"
"Gil and Alice are going to forever tease me . . ."
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Aaand, that is it~! I hope you enjoyed. SORRY I TEASED YOU I PROMISE SEXYTIMES WILL COME.
Anyway, next installment . . . whenever. Yep yep~!