rakuen | >Vriska: Have the most awkward confrontation of your unlife.

Characters:Tavros Nitram and Vriska Serket, backdated to arrival day
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Black 1-B
Summary: Tavros is the last person she was expecting to see.
Warnings: Awkward...ness... Also language probably.

Vriska was burrowed in a coccoon of blankets, still trying to recreate the comfort of her recuperacoon. But between the fact that she's actually having to sleep at night to jive with the human schedule here and the fact that it's just not the same, she wasn't having any luck getting to sleep. She was the Thief of Light and she still didn't have any damn luck. It was like the world was specifically trying to spite her with this irony. She threw off the covers in a huff of irritation and sat back up. Another night without sleep, even though she'd tried to go to bed while her roommates were out and there was still daylight to trick herself. Well, she had better things she could be doing anyway. Her irons weren't going to keep themselves hot. She'd start by studying those language books again. It was only a matter of time before her roommates came back and she'd have to discreetly hide them again.

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Tavros has a bit of trouble with the door-- it's closed, and it's up higher than he's used to. So with a bit of stretching and shifting around, he finally manages to nudge it open.

He's thinking about how weird it is for these people to sleep during the night and how downright bizarre it is to walk around while the sun is shining. He's thinking an idle thought like that when he sees Vriska and stops in his tracks.

There is fear on his face and then also, somehow, relief: he believed what Gamzee told him without a doubt but seeing Vriska alright is another thing entirely. He's scared because he didn't manage to kill her like she wanted him to, and she will probably be mad about that. And relieved because his friend is okay after that brutal beating. There isn't even a trace of it on her.

Saying nothing, staying silent. He slowly wheels closer, eyes not leaving Vriska's face.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. She'd snapped the book shut and put it away the moment she heard someone messing at the door. And she'd pretended to busy herself with something else, glancing up disinterestedly. And it was there that her mind screeched to a halt and she stared. Her last memory she could recall of him was his face after she'd stabbed him. Honestly, it was a face she hadn't expected (or hoped) to see again. Her wings twitched the slightest bit, a nervous habit she'd picked up and been unable to break.

She looked him over, and her eyes widened slightly. A wheelchair again? Was he behind on the timeline or was- had she not killed him at all? Her stomach clenched and she felt the overwhelming urge to both abscond and vomit all at once, but absconding wasn't her thing. She wasn't a coward, she had to deal with this. She faked a grin, and it was a pretty good deception if she thought so herself.

"Well, well, look what the furbeast dragged in."

She's grinning. That's not necessarily a good sign-- Vriska can do the worst things with a smile on her face. He starts to recall something, a ledge and her smile, but his memory stops there. He thinks of how he'd forgotten something very vital earlier, only to have it restored. Is this more of the same?

"Um," he tries to start coolly, but fails utterly at that. His eyes drop down to his lap. "Uh, hi, Vriska. I knew you were here, but, uh. You know. It's... it's weird."

She was guarded, prepared for a fight if he did want revenge but. He didn't seem to be striking out at her this time. She snorted unceremoniously. Same old Tavros, same old lack of confidence that drove her crazy. She flopped onto her stomach on the bed, regarding him coolly.

"Uhhhhhhhh. What's weird, Pupa?" Man, she'd told herself she was going to stop ragging on him, but she just couldn't help it. He made himself such an easy target, and- she'd still killed him and felt kind of shitty about it. So ignoring that.

"Seeing you," he says it slowly, with a lengthy pause after. "You were hurt really badly... you were kind of dying." Tavros winces. "Last I remember. But, um, but you're okay now. What's, what's up with that?"

Oh for the love her Ancestor, he was that far behind? Her mind scrambled to remember everything that had gone on since she'd died that time. He didn't know they won the game, he didn't know she'd killed him. And he definitely didn't know she was dead now. Ugh, he was alive and she was dead. This was just unfair. Or maybe this was justice. Terezi was probably cackling her stupid head off somewhere.

"I did die," an abrupt answer she hadn't quite been meaning to say. She shrugged to play it off. "And then I reached God Tier. Why the hell else would I have asked you to take me to my Quest Bed?"

"Oh. Really?" He looks at her, worried. "You're okay, then? And also, um, you're not... you're not mad at me...?" There is a lilt of hope in his voice.

Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. She had thought she'd gotten over it, but the grudge was quickly resurfacing. The feeling of slowly bleeding out from her wounds, how it had felt to have her dreamself coated in the same blood as her bodies switched out. She could brag about a pain threshold all day, but when it came down to it dying was awful. Feeling yourself die was awful. And he'd denied her a swift death, because he was coward. She had never begged so hard for anything in her entire life.

"Mad? Oh, of coooooooourse not, Tavros. You just left me there to die slowly in unimaginable pain and agony. Who could possibly be mad about that?"

He flinches away as if struck. He gets why she's mad but he still doesn't like it, and he wants to defend himself. But he can't. So feebly he tries to explain, hoping that maybe she wouldn't get even more mad:

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, that's, um. That's all."

That really wasn't the kind of answer she wanted to hear. It sounded like a coward's excuse. There was nothing touching about it, it felt overwrought and over used and she feels like punching him to alleviate her irritation. But she restrains herself from it, fists clenching tightly into her covers instead.

"You didn't want to hurt me? I was already in pain, you would have been doing me a favor! And if it wasn't bad enough that you couldn't help my death along, you ran away so you wouldn't have to watch me die. You're selfish and a coward. That's all you'll ever be."

"I know," he is saying, and he looks to her briefly only to look away again. His hands clench together and his eyes dart around the room. She's very right: he isn't brave or any good, and he feels that intensely. The sense of being absolutely wretched. It scares the shit out of him that she nearly died-- did die-- and he'd wanted to remove himself from the situation.

He'd run away and left her to suffer alone.

"I know you were, and that I am, and I'm... I'm really sorry, Vriska. I, uh. I really am. But I couldn't do it. And, well, I didn't want to either. Not that I, uh, that I wanted you to suffer. It's just... it's scary, because I really am a coward."

"It's a little late for that. What do you want from me? Do you want me to forgive you for acting like a wriggler? You keep apologizing, but what good is it if you don't try to change?"

Vriska glared at him, even if he wasn't looking at her. And that pissed her off too. He couldn't even look her in the face for an apology. What good was it?

>Vriska: Have the most awkward confrontation of your unlife.

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