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Characters: Equius Zahhak and Gamzee Makara
Location: Gamzee and Wataru's hive, now Gamzee and Equius' hive?
Time: A few hours after this thread
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed
It has been a miserable couple of weeks for the STRONGEST troll. First his moirail disappears and he goes on a destructive ragefit that fortunately ended before anyone got hurt, but he hates being like that, hates it, and now it's a constant specter hanging over him. Then his matesprit's moirail disappeared, and while they thankfully had each other to lean on as they worked through their respective losses, it still hasn't been easy.
And now his kismesis is gone. From three quadrants down to one in a matter of days.
Equius is laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling through blue-rimmed eyes. Darkleer is sprawled across his chest and Pounce is curled up neatly in his lap, but even the chocobo chicks aren't providing much comfort. He's waiting for Gamzee to come home--he promised he would come home, he promised--but there's a horrible, ugly little voice in the back of his head telling him that he won't, that his matesprit will end up staying with Eridan, will fall flushed for someone else, will leave him here with nothing.
He's trying hard to ignore that voice, to tell it that that won't happen, but it's getting harder and harder as the day wears on and shadows begin to stretch across the walls.
Location: Gamzee and Wataru's hive, now Gamzee and Equius' hive?
Time: A few hours after this thread
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed
It has been a miserable couple of weeks for the STRONGEST troll. First his moirail disappears and he goes on a destructive ragefit that fortunately ended before anyone got hurt, but he hates being like that, hates it, and now it's a constant specter hanging over him. Then his matesprit's moirail disappeared, and while they thankfully had each other to lean on as they worked through their respective losses, it still hasn't been easy.
And now his kismesis is gone. From three quadrants down to one in a matter of days.
Equius is laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling through blue-rimmed eyes. Darkleer is sprawled across his chest and Pounce is curled up neatly in his lap, but even the chocobo chicks aren't providing much comfort. He's waiting for Gamzee to come home--he promised he would come home, he promised--but there's a horrible, ugly little voice in the back of his head telling him that he won't, that his matesprit will end up staying with Eridan, will fall flushed for someone else, will leave him here with nothing.
He's trying hard to ignore that voice, to tell it that that won't happen, but it's getting harder and harder as the day wears on and shadows begin to stretch across the walls.