He knew that the (stupid) land dwellers always say that the sea dwellers were cold and had slightly smooth, wet skin and that it was slightly uncomfortable.
They had no idea what they were talking about.
Every time he and Fefari touched, he always felt like it was right. Her skin was smooth and the right temperature. Whenever they curled up together (or when they had. It still upset him that she broke off their Moirallegiance), it was comfortable.
Sollux, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. His skin was rough, unappealing, and his skin was far too warm. It was easy to hate him, because he felt wrong against Eridan’s skin.
Point being, sea dwellers were far more comfortable.
He hummed softly, burrowing closer to the larger body beside him. A large arm wrapped around his shoulders and he began to purr softly.
His ancestor was huge compared to himself. Dualscar didn’t even fit in the Recuperacoon so instead they had made a large fluffy pile and proceeded to have a weird feeling jam.
The older troll had shown up out of nowhere, cursing and hissing at everything that moved (aka Eridan).
He also tended to curse about some “Psionic.”
It sounded like it could be Sollux’s ancestor.
Even in Dualscar’s lifetime the yellow bloods were in their lives.
“Wriggler go to sleep.”The order was drowsy, and it made Eridan give a soft snort. When Dualscar was tired, his “w’s” were drawn out (like Eridan’s were, but only less obvious).
Evidently he was not doing as good as a job as he thought he was doing, as the elder troll lightly hit him over the head. “Cease your laughter Eridan.”
“Sorry Ancestor. I w-was simply amused.” Eridan couldn’t see his Ancestor’s face, but he could imagine the exhasperated look on his face.
“Sleep wriggler. Tomorrow is another day.”
The next morning Orphaner Dualscar was gone. Eridan stretched, standing from the pile and began to look around.
After a few minutes of searching he stopped, feeling slightly upset.
The elder troll was gone. There was no evidence that he had ever been there and it made Eridan wonder if the last night had been a dream.
There was a note on his dresser though, taped to the door.
Since you’re reading this I’m assuming that I’m gone and you’ve been looking for me.
That stupid Psionic and his blind friend apparently forgot to tell me that we were only going to stay in your timeline for a day.
You’re friends with the Empress-to-be.
You are friends with members of every caste.
You have taken far more steps then I have.
I wish you luck.
Know that I am proud to call you my Descendant.
-Gauvain, Orphaner Dualscar’
He could feel slight tears forming on the sides of his eyes and he sniffed, wiping the purple tears away.
He’d be damned if he let the other troll’s pride down.
“Tho how’d it go Dualthcar?” Haii smirked over as Gauvain passed him.
“Just perfect you st- Haii.” The Highblood resisted the urge of insulting the Lowblood, huffing.
“Whatever. I hope you enjoyed vithiting your Dethendant. Cato and I probably won’t be able to do that again for a long while.” Gauvain tuned him out, thinking back to his wriggler.
It surprised him that he gave a damn about the young troll. He had never felt anything for any troll (Excluding the lovely Empress), and really, the alarming feeling of warmth in his chest was weird.
“You’re feeling affection Du- Gauvain.” The sea troll tensed, turning around to face the speaker.
Darrius smiled and shrugged. “You looked tense but you seemed pleased when you came back. I’m assuming that you liked your Descendant but you don’t know what you’re feeling.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what I’m feeling Sufferer.”
Darrius frowned slightly at the title but shrugged. “Things have changed Dualscar. No one will call you weak if you truly do care about Eridan Ampora.”
“Just. Go away. Go bother your useless Matesprit.” Gauvain scowled and left, heading towards his own hive.
Still, the thought wouldn’t leave him.
He did like Eridan.
He was proud of his little descendant.
xXx Fin xXx