[It's like having the breath punched out of her chest when he does that. She first goes tense all over, then limp when her brain realises it's real and associates it with a papping of sorts. She finally turns her head to look at him, getting an earfull of sopor but what does it even matter, not like she sees with her ears.
Sollux, Sollux, Sollux, how she pities him. No, fuck that word, might as well use the one Karkat's been throwing around with precision lately - love. She loves him. He's her sassy childhood friend, the only one with whom conversations didn't feel forced or full of bullshit, the one who picked her as team leader because he knew what was in her head better than she did, even then. Her moirail. Just her moirail.
Why join the line of hearts that bleed for him, flushed red and pulsing, when she can do ten times worse with her own little pale place?
He'd probably call her a sissy for that. He'd call her a sissy because he'd know it'd amuse her to no end to hear him say the word.
The sopor around her starts to smell different, and it takes her a moment to realise it's her. Stupid eyes and their leaking.]
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Sollux, Sollux, Sollux, how she pities him. No, fuck that word, might as well use the one Karkat's been throwing around with precision lately - love. She loves him. He's her sassy childhood friend, the only one with whom conversations didn't feel forced or full of bullshit, the one who picked her as team leader because he knew what was in her head better than she did, even then. Her moirail. Just her moirail.
Why join the line of hearts that bleed for him, flushed red and pulsing, when she can do ten times worse with her own little pale place?
He'd probably call her a sissy for that. He'd call her a sissy because he'd know it'd amuse her to no end to hear him say the word.
The sopor around her starts to smell different, and it takes her a moment to realise it's her. Stupid eyes and their leaking.]