ON-Σ ( ♓ ) text -> video

[prune]

[Teal text appears on the screen, but it is not accompanied by capital letters or numbers.]

I hλve λ problem!
Ψhoever is in chλrge of this tower, I'd lichen it if you could lend λn eλr.
It is λ big problem. I just don't know ΨHλT I'm going to do with this bλd little seed.
You see, this isn't λt λll where I'm supposed to be.
This L-ΣTT-ΣR is λ LI-----Σ! I think it's wreλthsonλble thλt I'm λ little bit UPS---ΣT!

How do I know it is a lie?
Because this isn't what I agreed to.
No, no, not at all.
I was working with plenty of time to spare.
You didn't save me!
Nothing could have saved us.
Except...
Well, you must already know if you've already gone and... interrupted it.

And to be honest, that's making me pretty angry.
Really angry.

I knew exactly what I was doing, and you'd dare to

[The text suddenly cuts off as if the writer has tried to gain a grip on their anger. When it returns, the tone is decidedly more cheerful.]

I hλve no interest in stλying!
So if λnyone could point their fork towλrds the exit, I'd be releλfed. :)

[It then switches to video. A young female troll is shown on the screen. Nothing out of the ordinary for those familiar with her kind.

Except, maybe, for the fact that she looks like she's splattered with a rainbow of paint. Huh. There is a strangely dreamy look on the girl's face, and she gazes at the camera in an unfocused manner, a smear of dark red on her cheek.]

I am Feferi, by the way. I almost forgot my shrubbin' manners!

[I have a problem!
Whoever is in charge of this tower, I'd lichen it if you could lend an ear.
It is a big problem. I just don't know WHAT I'm going to do with this bad little seed.
You see, this isn't at all where I'm supposed to be.
This LETTER is a LIE! I think it's wreathsonable that I'm a little bit UPSET!

How do I know it is a lie?
Because this isn't what I agreed to.
No, no, not at all.
I was working with plenty of time to spare.
You didn't save me!
Nothing could have saved us.
Except...
Well, you must already know if you've already gone and... interrupted it.

And to be honest, that's making me pretty angry.
Really angry.

I knew exactly what I was doing, and you'd dare to

I have no interest in staying!
So if anyone could point their fork towards the exit, I'd be releafed. :)

note: please let me know if you would like Feferi to drop her quirk when threading with your character.]

Comments

[Action]

[wwaterboy]

[God, she is beautiful, and it makes his wind tube ache. She reminds him of his Feferi more than that cerulean one had, particularly Feferi on one of her bad days, but that doesn't really matter.

As she laughs, he moves forward, instead of back, slipping the knife back into its sheath on his belt and ducking around the fork, into her reach, and lifting his hand towards her hair, to try to calm her.]

The truth is, I'd nevver be scared a you.

[Action] 1/2

[prune]

[Feferi's eyes widen slightly when his hand comes up not to strike her, but to stroke her hair.

For a moment, she is completely still. Her gaze has gone unblinking and watery, as if she doesn't quite know what to do with herself. There's been a hole in her vascular organ ever since Eridan broke things off completely with her, right when she'd needed him most. She had needed him. If he didn't want to be her matesprit, then... fine. But she would have settled for just being his moirail again, even if she didn't think she needed one (oh, but she did, she certainly did).

Needless to say, even if it is from the wrong Eridan, this touch brings back to her a thousand different memories, each of them bittersweet in their own way, and she nearly crumples against him, because he might not be the right Eridan, but it's Eridan and he's actually reaching out to her and-]

[Action]

[prune]

[And then she blinks her tears away and sucks her breath in through her teeth and snarls, because this Eridan belongs to a Feferi that isn't her and he didn't break her heart over his knee and that fills her with a sort of indescribable fury.]

Don't touch me!

[Action]

[wwaterboy]

[He saw the tears, there, in her eyes. She's not his Feferi, the sea goddess with kelp in her hair and jewels made from pretty rocks and old pieces of metal they'd found. She doesn't belong to him, and maybe doesn't belong to anyone, but what he did made an impression.

He takes another step closer, closing the distance between them]

Shoosh, Fef, there noww. There's no need for this. Put dowwn the fork, at least. [He reaches for her wrist with his other hand, still touching her hair lightly with the first]

[Action]

[prune]

[She tries to twist her wrist out of his grip, trembling slightly. It's extremely difficult to try to maintain anger when looking at such a familiar face- she keeps flipping between anger and calm.]

Stop that! You don't actually care!

[But who is the 'you' she's talking to, anyway?

It's not this Eridan, but he's here, and it's him she's screaming at.]

Re: [Action]

[wwaterboy]

[This erratic emotion isn't unfamiliar. Eridan slips his arm around her, still holding her wrist as tightly as he can manage, and holds her close, the culling fork held away from his body by the grip around her wrist]

Shhhh, breathe now, my girl. Breathe. It's all right. Wwhatevver happened, it'll be all right.

[They were almost automatic words. How many times has he calmed her from one of her rages? He is more than happy to pretend this is his Feferi for now, if it'll calm her down.]