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[amoray]

WHO: Eridan Ampora and Ruka.
WHERE: Eridan's penthouse!
WHEN: LATE NOVEMBER, LEAVE ME ALONE
WARNINGS: Talk of torture!
SUMMARY: Eridan invites Ruka over to brag about brutally torturing a guy. You know, like normal people do.
FORMAT: never

It starts out with a couple texts - hey wwhatre you doin, not much just cleanin some stuff up, yeah its not much just some things i dont wwant anymore you knoww howw it is. Eventually he invites her over for dinner and "something I probably oughta tell you," which is probably the opposite of comforting, but whatever! He invites her over at eight that night, has dinner ready and breaks out the good wine he probably shouldn't have, but refuses to tell her the big secret until after dinner. For all intents and purposes, it seems like good news. He's cheery enough about it, anyway.

Once dinner's done, he backs towards the couch, wine glass in hand.

"So, the suspense is krillin' you, right?"

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[amoray]

"So?" he says, apparently given permission to sit down. He crosses one leg over the other, casually splays his hand across the closed lid of the case. "Nothin's gonna happen to you. If he comes after anybody, which he's not goin' to for about a year, if ewer, it's gonna be me."

Eridan shrugs, smile crooked.

"Don't act like anythin's wrong. Hell, all I did was put him in his place. Had me goin' like some kinda fuckin' lapdog for a while there, you know how god damn difficult that is once you just start seethin' about the whole ginger in your gills thing?" As if suddenly remembering something, Eridan reached down underneath the couch cushion, retrieving a taser and holding it up for Ruka to look at. "Some fuckin' fantastic actin' on my part, honestly."

[dragony]

"If he goes after you again, it's the same as hurting me." Her free hand moves to grasp his holding the taser, around his wrist—lowering the self-defense weapon from its proud display. There's an earnestness to her face now, an alertness dredged out from underneath shock and alcohol. "You understand that, don't you?"

Posturing like he does so rarely seems to work on her.

Letting go of that hand, Ruka turns toward him on the couch, hands raised and moving for emphatic gesture; a rare sight, for her. "Even when you hide it from me, I can tell. I know you. That is to say, maybe I won't know that it's ginger, or lead pipes, or something as specific as that. I might not see everything, but I'm not blind, Eridan. You can't fool me."

The words are no longer teasing, and there's little room for boasting; they are, to her, plain facts which cannot be argued. That she claims to understand him better, and is better able to pick out his deceptions, than the former-detective human 'lie detector' does not occur to her.

"It matters to me, what happens to you."

[amoray]

His taser wrist goes down without fuss, eventually leaving it discarded at his knee - in fact, he takes everything in with faintly widened eyes, a somber expression. Someone peeling back his boasting and carrying on is never not a novel, weird thing, always a soft and vulnerable underbelly.

"I bounce back," he answers, dropping his eyes to some nebulous point at her lap. "I came back last time, I'd come back again. There's nothin' he can throw at me I ain't already had a taste of by now, Ru."

He turns to face her on the couch, hands in his lap. The box and taser are quickly forgotten, the former inching towards the couch's edge, the latter digging further between the cushions.

"I know you're worried, but I had to. You don't know the kinda stuff he did. I couldn't keep it goin' like it was anymore, somethin' had to change."

[dragony]

"I know," she returns, agreeing. Soft words, balms, gentle tones; the last thing she wants is for him to think she's fighting him. As she speaks, her hands settle to rest atop his, her single gold ring clinking quietly against one of his. "I know you do. That's why I... why I could let myself care about you, in the first place. You always came back. Even when I was losing everyone important to me, you were there. You were someone I could hold on to."

Things have changed since then: those friends and family that had remained to her then have almost all departed, but new ones have been made in the absence. The family she cherished most has returned. She's not alone anymore, the way she used to be... but, she fears, that won't always be true.

Everyone leaves, eventually.

"You still are." Her hands squeeze his; a smile digs into one of her cheeks for the words and drops just as quickly, like the tug and release of a fishhook. "I am worried, but I'm selfish, too." And a hypocrite, she knows; better than anyone she knows the chasm between her ideals and her actions, between her heart as it was and her heart as it is. "You would bounce back from losing me, but I don't think I ever could, from losing you.

"I want to know what happened. This time, and before. But... if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you again."

But even now, implicit promise on her lips, she knows she can't let it go this easily. She can't force him to speak, but if he won't tell her willingly, she won't need him to.