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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?"

Comments

couple of the year tbh

[dragony]

The fact he doesn't tell her over text doesn't speak well of what he means to say. Or over the phone, or in the first ten minutes, the first half an hour after she finally arrives. There are positive things that it could be, she knows, but she always finds herself dwelling on heavier weights.

Anxiety is hard to shake, at the best of times.

But when she ignores it, stifles it down, the evening is pleasant enough: the meal is fine, more art and effort than dinner at home would be, and the wine is probably a bad idea, though couldn't that be said for anything? But it makes it easier to laugh at his jokes, and the knots in her shoulders doesn't feel so tightly wound. Even the reference to dying rolls more easily down her back.

"You're just dragging it out, now." It sounds more tease than accusation, calm and unserious; rising, following after with unhurried pace. When her arms cross it's with all the tension of a forgotten bouquet of flowers. "Or are you finally going to reel it in?"