and then i realize what actually matters.

[formida8le]

Characters: Vriska Serket and Tavros Nitram
Setting: The Veil
Content: In an offshoot timeline, she fails to kill Tavros.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Angst I guess

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[toreuhhhdork]

There was stumbling, before he fall down to the ground. Fear was coursing through him as he gripped at the center of his shirt--his chest. Where he was almost stabbed by his own lance.

What just happened? The plan of stopping Vriska and charging at her had failed. And he was sure that he was about to die. But...yet he was still here? Somehow...that didn't calm him down. It didn't calm his breathing. No, it made him feel angry.

Anger. At himself, for not being able to stop her. For all the things Vriska did. It was a feeling he never felt before. A feeling he never thought he'd feel. But here he was, glaring right up at Vriska from his spot on the ground. Angry. Such a weird feeling...

>::::|

[formida8le]

Vriska's knees collapsed, so there she was, sitting in front of Tavros and staring at the ground. She could feel the intensity of his glare from where she sat, and she didn't mind, he had every right to be angry.

"What are you going to do now, Toreadoormat?" she taunted, but her voice was weak, as if she wasn't really into it. "Still feeling like you want to kill me?"

}:V

[toreuhhhdork]

Still glaring, but climbing to his robotic legs soon enough. His lance was...gone and he didn't have any replacements. Wow. Stupid.

Did he still feel like killing her? He paused at that, now looking down at where she sat. "...I. ...Yes." He did. There was hate and anger and he didn't know how to deal with it, except to take it out on her.

But how? He didn't have his lance...and at that he grumbled to himself. No matter, he'd think of something. Now though, he was crouched in front of her.

Thinking about it...part of him doesn't want to kill her. But the other half does, even with how she looked right now. Still, how? The urge to kill wasn't familier. And neither was thinking of ways to kill. The lance was his idea and that was gone now.

So stupid. Growling at her now... Tavros growl, but it doesn't sound cute at all. Nope.

[formida8le]

She was starting to get fed up with this. She wanted him to do something, anything, but he wasn't moving, as if he was too conflicted by his own emotions to proceed. So, she leaned closer and slapped him sharply across the face in hopes she'd actually end up provoking him.