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WHO: Eridan and Gamzee
WHERE: That old house of Gamzee's that he used to hide at
WHEN: ~~Sixteenth of February~~ BEFORE THAT LAST DATE.
WARNINGS: Swearing, maybe violence
SUMMARY: Gamzee left the swamp to avoid and some of the awkwardness back at the swamp and get supplies from his old house so he's more comfortable back at the swamp. Gamzee has an unexpected visitor.
FORMAT: Words

Hours ago Gamzee left the swamp, trying both to avoid some awkwardness there and get some supplies that would make living there more tolerable again. Maybe there'd be Faygo here, some that wasn't red preferably.

At first Gamzee was worried he'd get himself caught on a trap coming back here, but as soon as he set a foot on his old turf he found he remembered every little detail just as easily as if he'd been setting up a trap only hours ago. Unscathed, and feeling slightly pleased with himself, Gamzee walked up the steps. He would have gone straight to the kitchen, toward where his medical supplies were hidden, but something there in the first room stopped him in his tacks.

"What the mother fuck."

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Stupid fucking witches and sylphs.

He'd broken his back (near literally) to prove his hate to them, to Kanaya mostly since she'd really appreciate a bellicose waltz more than a human ever could, and they'd collectively thrown it back in his face with an ashen solicitation. Ashen. One of the most complicated quadrants. He should've been flattered - would've been flattered not five months ago, would've leaped at the chance to force Kanaya into establishing one of his quadrants for him - but he wasn't.

Ashen. Auspisticing. Rooted in negative feelings, but completely and utterly platonic. It spit in the face of every late night moment he'd spent drawing up complicated plans to ruin lives of people who didn't really deserve it, all the hours of intricate plots designed to make her hate him, every second he'd been hopeful enough to pretend shit ever worked out for him anyway.

Eridan stood in the living room of his and Gamzee's old hideout, staring gravely at the blood writing on the walls, because -

he should

it was

he wasn't really sure. It had started with spitting venom at Kanaya over the network, turned into a lot of walking, and ended with sidestepping bear traps he'd forced himself to memorize the placement of ages ago. Now he was standing here and examining old smears on the wall that he could still remember making himself.

He was in fact in the process of reaching out to touch said smears when he heard Gamzee's voice behind him. Still a little fucked up from his fight with Rose, he turns and faces his ex without grandeur or shock or even hateful bewilderment. (It is Gamzee's place, after all, of course he'd be back.)

"What's it look like?"

His hand hovered near the place he kept his wand, as it usually did these days, but if Gamzee decided to just go ahead and try to fuck him up with a flash step, he probably wouldn't have the opportunity to strike first. And a subjugglator only needed one good blow.

Gamzee noticed the move Eridan made toward his wand, but looked away from it almost as soon as he'd seen it. He was confident enough in his speed not to worry about the blast, true, but mostly he was too worn out from traveling and dealing with trying to not think about his personal life to put too much thought into fighting right now. And it probably showed in the way he moved and spoke in exhaustion.

"_{I don't know what this shit looks like.} And I don't motherfuckin' know either. _{You're the last motherfucker we'd expect to see up at in here,}" he gestured his hands up sort of in confusion and sort of as something to further emphasize that Eridan was here of all places he could fucking be at why was he here, "Why are you motherfuckin' up at in here? _{What do you want?}"

Gamzee made no move toward Eridan for a fight, but he didn't back up either.

"Maybe I just don't fuckin' feel like dealin' with people right now." Eridan cocked his head, expression bland. While normally this would be a perfect time to get pissed and start saying stereotypical comic book villain stuff, he wasn't feeling it at the moment.

"And," he pointed at Gamzee accusingly, "maybe I figured nobody in their right fuckin' mind would wander off towards this hellhole 'less they had a good goddamn reason to."

Gamzee just stared at Eridan for a moment at that. And then, mostly because of his exhaustion, partly because he was still trying to be calmer - to be better than what he once was- , Gamzee managed to say something calmly to his ex. At least it was calm in tone.

"Eridan, we're motherfuckin' up at in here because we needed to get supplies. _{And so we could have a fuckin' shower and avoid where we've all been .} Partly because we needed a break from the motherfuckin' auspistice what we all just rejected to have become a matesprit. _{Maybe you wouldn't consider those good fuckin' reasons to be up at in here, but we do,}" he stopped to rub his temples with his palms while he considered something.

He wasn't going to be saying anything for awhile on his own, that much was obvious.

Edited 2012-02-17 06:54 (UTC)

"...Oh."

Eridan turned back to the wall after the rejection mention - blatantly showing his back, practically inviting an attack, but not really caring. He'd never used his hope trick on Gamzee, so that would probably net him a few seconds anyway. They both seemed too worn out to properly spat. And, he wouldn't lie, Eridan didn't really care enough to be wary.

"Well I'm fuckin' sick a people right now, and this is the only godawful place nobody with their thinkpan in the right place would ewer come to. Figured I'd be alone."

Turning away from the wall, he found a surface and - after trap-check - sat down on it, loosely lacing his fingers together in his lap.

"Just leawe me be and we got no issue."

The temple rubbing stopped, his arms dropped by his sides rather easily, and Gamzee looked at Eridan a little warily. That expression looked awfully similar to Tavros's earlier one, and there was a slight pang of guilt in his chest mixed in with all his other feelings about Eridan. The rejections he'd seen Eridan receive earlier had been funny, but they didn't seem as funny now.

His brain wasn't keeping up with him as well as it usually did, Gamzee recognized it and knew that he at least needed to rest for awhile before he tried to get everything together and leave. He didn't really recognize that he was going to be a poor decision maker though, unfortunately, so what came next was probably not going to be one of his finest moments.

Attempts to be kind to an enemy rarely ever were made with good ideas in mind.

"Listen, brother, we can't get to going any-motherfuckin-where for awhile like this. _{And we don't think you're going to be up at doing anything either from the looks of it,}" he moved slightly closer to Eridan, not really intending to be nearer to him but trying to sit down one of the remaining chairs in the house, "You also seem to have a lot of shit on your motherfuckin' thinkpan. _{Why don't we just sit like calm motherfuckers and just talk for a fuckin' while?} Might make one of our ownselves feel something closer to better or some shit."

Eridan glanced back up from his hands, and the look he gave Gamzee could only be described as dead eyes.

"You fuckin' dumped me outta the blue a month ago for no good god damn reason I'm aware of, made a laughinstock outta me ower a public channel, and kept haranguin' me for a month after that.

Piss off."

Whoops, that would be all the effort Gamzee had put into being good pouring out of his expression and him getting his rage on.

"_{I dumped you?} I motherfuckin' dumped you?!"

Snarling, spitting a little, and suddenly moving quickly enough to try and loom over Erdain Gamzee is now spitting his owrds in Eridan's face as best he can.

"_{You are the motherfucker that dumped us, Eridan.} That was your motherfuckin' choice. _{Don't even pretend that we didn't try with you.} You are the motherfucker what made that relationship fail. _{And you're the one that ruined everything.}"

And then Gamzee moved to punch Eridan in the gut as hard as he could.

Being as emotionally drained as he was had interesting effects, Eridan noted, Gamzee snarling in his face all the while. It wasn't until that very last line that his anger sparked, and until the blow to his gut (which hurt like hell, fuck that was going to bruise something terrible in a few days) that moved him to action.

He sucked the hope right out of the air, a split-second transition, dug his nails into Gamzee's wrist for support, and then moved to headbutt the former subjugglator as hard as he possibly could.

Everything was suddenly pointless and Gamzee didn't care that Eridan was hurting his wrist or headbutting him. That didn't matter. The rage that bubbled up, all his feelings he'd been trying to repress, his desire to kill other living things, his own health, there didn't seem to be a reason to care about any of that. It was so easy to just let himself slip into all his anger and completely lose himself.

And then Gamzee began to throw some really nasty blows and when he saw and opportunity to send them both into a trap he decided he should take it. Maybe he'd succeed, maybe he wouldn't, but either way Eridan should at least recognize how off his rocker Gamzee had suddenly gone in the last few seconds.

That was the issue with manipulating the hope of others - there was no way to predict exactly how they would react, whether it be paralyzing apathy or murderous rage. (In this case, it was murderous rage.) The most Eridan could do was throw back equally nasty blows, backed up with the sting of white science, and hope Gamzee didn't knock them right the fuck into a bear trap.

Which he just did.

Caught off-guard, Eridan howled an obscenity or six as he went down - and, scrabbling, tried to bring Gamzee down with him. If he was lucky, maybe he'd sling his ex into another bear trap or something.

Gamzee was brought down pretty easily with Eridan, but it wasn't because of him still being in a hopeless state. That had let up right about the time Eridan had gotten himself caught in a trap, so had the murderous rage. Some of the color from Gamzee's face had drained as he realized he had just given into the one state of mind he wanted to avoid more than anything. Even if he wanted to hurt Eridan fixing this now was more important.

"Oh God, _fuck mother fuck," he hissed at himself and didn't bother blocking whatever blows Eridan was throwing at him. There was too much to focus on with what had happened to his ex's leg.

"_{We're sorry, Eridan, just hold still.}"

And then Gamzee did his best to get his hands on the trap and start getting it off his leg.

To Eridan's credit, he stopped swinging while Gamzee dealt with the trap - opting instead for cursing under his breath and trying to peek around Gamzee, see the damage. The bone probably wasn't broken - thank earth Jegus for sturdy troll physiology - but there was no telling what kind of bleeding he'd have to deal with. Even if the actual damage wasn't that bad, he'd undoubtedly take a hit in speed, and that landed him in the exact place he didn't want to be: at Gamzee's mercy.

"Fuckin' shit."

In all politeness, Eridan waited until Gamzee had actually pulled the trap apart and Eridan himself had pulled his foot out to swing one last time right at Gamzee's face, as hard as he absolutely could.

"That's for swingin' first, chucklefuck."

That last swing that landed on Gamzee's torso earned another snarl from Gamzee and a punch.

"Would you stop being a motherfuckin' pain in the ass for five minutes?" snapped in Eridan's face.

Gamzee looked guilty the second after he'd done that, the apology raced out of his mouth, "_{Shit, we're sorry.} We didn't mean to motherfuckin' up and lose it like that. _{Don't want you this hurt.} Don't actually want you motherfuckin' hurt at all. _{Just keep losing our mind.} Look, we need to check out your ownself's leg quick like here."

Sighing Gamzee moved to Eridan again, but this time he made himself look as unthreatening as he could manage. He just hoped Eridan would let him pick him up so he could get him over to the medical supplies as fast as possible. The flash stepping was probably something Eridan wasn't going to appreciate right now either.

He expected the retaliating swing - what Eridan didn't expect was for Gamzee to continue playing at this... niceness or whatever the hell he thought he was being sneaky with. In his foul mood and natural sense of paranoia, Eridan couldn't see a reason for Gamzee to feel bad.

So naturally, it had to be an act.

"Whatewer." Eridan wiped the back of his hand across his nose, and brought back magenta. Motherfucker could still hit hard as ever. "Try anythin' and I'm in a prime fuckin' position to tear your throat out. You might want to remember that."

Good fucking god, they were going to flash step again.

"_{We're not going to.} Even without your useless threat we wouldn't be up at doing that, bro." That may have sounded something like disappointment in his tone.

And then they flash stepped again to that old table where Gamzee had first taken care of Eridan that time he'd broken Eridan's ribs and his ex hadn't been prepared for Gamzee's traps. He tried not to dwell on the memories too long and instead moved to gently set Eridan down and then pull up his pant leg to see what damage had actually been done. The prodding at it, though delicate, was probably still going to smart.

"Fuck off," Eridan grumbled at that, but didn't make a move to impede Gamzee's work. Not even during the flash step, which (as always) made him horribly nauseous. It didn't really seem to his benefit to be too terribly difficult at the moment, even if this fakey fake fake kindness of Gamzee's was... well, fakey fake fake.

The prodding, however, elicited a low hiss out of him.

"Why are you ewen botherin', Gam? What's your angle?"

Gamzee paused on that, why was he helping Eridan? What possible benefit could come from it? The fishy fucker was going to be an ass no matter what he did and even trying to be better than what he was before probably couldn't account for everything he was doing here.

Then the answer quietly, but quickly crawled from the back of his mind into his more conscious thoughts. Well, it probably wouldn't matter if Eridan knew. He couldn't use the information against him that easily and it wouldn't, as far as Gamzee knew, change any of Eridan's behavior.

"_{Because we still care about your ownself and don't want to have you hurt too fuckin' badly, you dumb motherfucker.}"

Whether he meant it as romantic or platonic caring he didn't know, nor did he feel the need to add that information to what he said.

And he immediately went back to work on Eridan's wound, he needed to get something to clean everything out so he turned away from Eridan to grab everything he needed. Something for Eridan to bite on was grabbed too, there still weren't any pain killers in the house.

Edited 2012-02-18 02:56 (UTC)

For the first time in at least a week, Eridan fell quiet. Whatever answer he'd been expecting, it hadn't been... well, that.

"Ah."

It could've been mistaken for a noise of pain, so he didn't feel the need to cover for it. And rather than actually acknowledge what Gamzee had said, Eridan unwound the scarf from around his neck - not his best one - and looped it just above the trap injury, tying it tight. Blood loss was not something he needed on top of all this other horseshit to deal with.

In return Gamzee asked no questions about the noise or Eridan's thoughts on the matter, instead he returned with the supplies.

"Bite into this," he said as he handed Eridan the material to him, it'd had some dust settle on it at this point, but it shouldn't have had any other bad taste to it.

Gamzee was only giving Eridan a few seconds to chomp on that before he started cleaning everything out and putting on neosporin and its friends over the wound. It looked like some of this might have to be sewed now, so he made a mental note to find those as he made sure to take out a few flecks of metal from the trap.

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