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Buttoned from the very first till the last and collar popped to shield your neck from the cold winds, the oversized wool coat went past your fingers and went all the way down to your knees. This time you came well prepared for the chill in these cold months. Three layers and the warmest coat you fished out of your closet, you feel like a furnace toughing out the winter. The wind hardly bothered you at all. In fact, you were quite happy to just stand there and wait for Eridan- your friend. Not quite a friend. More like a friend turned into a crush kind of a friend. Burying your face into your hands, you could feel the embarrassing rush of blo

It’s all fun and games until your matesprit complains they can’t see a thing. Really, he’s stumbling all over the place and it’s getting quite sad. You look on with worry as you watch your matesprit almost trip over a discarded piece of clothing (from where you’re sitting, it looks like his cape) then regain his balance with a hasty step. Eridan’s essentially blind now, and you’re to blame. Partially to blame. He was the one who whipped off his glasses in an attempt to supposedly ‘seduce’ you into pailing with him. Truth be told, you preferred him with glasses and the sight of Eridan wi

"You wwant me to do wwhat?" You repeat your request for him to sing you a song as you absent-mindedly toy with the tassels of your matesprit's scarf. Initially, Eridan groans and retorts that you can't just order someone to sing for your own personal entertainment. "But I can't sleep unless someone sings to me." You reply playfully, twisting a single tassel around your finger. Come to think of it, why was Eridan even wearing his scarf to bed? "That's a load of hoofbeast shit and you knoww it." The seadweller removes the scarf around his neck and hands it to you, knowing of your particular fondness for his trademark accessory. You shrug as

“Go to your room, (name).” “But-” “And don’t come out till I tell you to.” Your Guardian pushed you into your room in a hurry, shutting the door before you could get to it. Just as you touched the brass door knob, you could hear something heavy being moved. You guessed it was probably a dresser or something similar that your Guardian used to block the door to ensure you wouldn’t get out. You tried the door a few times but it hardly budged. Sinking to the floor in defeat, you felt somewhat worried for your Guardian, judging by the tone of their voice. You’ve never heard them sound this al

disclaimer: this might bring up some bad memories due to the ambiguity of the problem. read at your own discretion, my dear readers. Eridan was never good at picking up the pieces. It was always you- you were the one who picked up his own shattered pieces. You were the one who gathered them and tried to put them back the best you could. You would pat his back and nod- quietly and with an understanding look. The seadweller would blubber out some sob story in-between tears and angry snarls and you’ll be there to soak it all up for him. You would do your best to distract him from his woes and nevermind that he’s not even responding

“Hey, (name), you cold?” You shake your head, secretly pulling your cardigan as you did. You lamented having brought a thin coat to such a cold day. Then again, who would have expected the weather to plunge into colder temperatures while you were out? The violetblood that walked beside you had the foresight to bring with him a thicker coat today. He walked confidently in long strides while you struggled to keep up with his pace. Eridan had paused for now, concerned for your wellbeing. For a moment, you were surprised by this sudden display of concern from the usually self-absorbed troll. “No, I- yeah, I’m fine. Geez E