{quick kid quick so harsh and cynical
touches stricken, cold and clinical}
Not many people knew about the kind side of Eridan Ampora. However, you were one to witness them.
It had been two years since he asked you to be his "moirail," which was really the troll version of "best friends for life." You were a human, and one of Jade Harley's friends; when the troll race found a way to get to Earth, you were met by a large group of gray-skinned, candy-corn horned species.
You laugh at the memory of your first meeting of the visiting trolls; it was when you had first met Eridan Ampora. You had been told by Karkat Vantas, whom you thought needed anger management classes that he was, "a hipster-ass wannabe tool." You had laughed, until you noticed that the striped boy had heard.
After apologizing and going into a conversation with the royal-blooded troll, you found out that you didn't mind him, even if he did fit Karkat's description in some ways.
Two years later and here you were, walking to Eridan Ampora's "hivve," as he called it; the troll version of a house you found out on your first visit with Rose Lalonde to visit Kanaya Maryam. It was different from human houses, for sure, but adorable all the less. Eridan lived in a broken down ship on an island in the middle of the sea.
Sure, you had to travel to get there, but you didn't mind; in your opinion, Eridan was worth the travel. You two talked nonstop via Pesterchum even if you couldn't see each other every day. His house gets closer, first a speck in the ocean but as it gets closer, you are once again struck by how big it was. The broken ship itself seemed mysterious, and looked like it could be filled with wealth. Which it was, due to the high status on the Hemospectrum that the Ampora had.
Sometimes, even after two years of being moirails he would mention your blood caste, like he did last night over Pesterchum while inviting you over. You frown, rubbing your arm up and down. No matter how much you loved Eridan (in the friendly way, of course) he always was a douche. You supposed that was part of the reason that you liked him, though; he voiced his opinion, no matter how stupid or rude. You usually kept mean comments to your own thoughts, never speaking out. Eridan had helped you get much better about showing emotions, even if sometimes it caused exasperation.
You knock on the door to his hive, finally arriving at the front. You wait, tugging at your own striped scarf. It was red, opposite yet matching to Eridan's own blue scarf. He had gotten it for you as your "one-sweep moirallegiance," anniversary. You snort and as Eridan opens the door just in time, he rolls his eyes at you.
"Snortin?" he crows. "Really, (f/n)? I know you're a human and a lowblood an' all, but calm down." He scoffs. "This is why seadwwellers actually have class..."
You roll your own eyes at this. "Sorry, Eri," you say, using his nickname as a light jab that you hope he doesn't notice.
Oblivious, Eridan looks around and grabs your arm harshly, sneering, "Well, why the hell are you still out in the cold? Get in here." He leads you inside his house and slams the door shut behind the two of you, walking away dramatically.
Sighing, you follow him deeper into his hive, ending up in the living room. He plops down on the couch, waving impatiently to the spot next to him. "I thought you were faster than this, (f/n)," he huffs. You sit down next to him, trying to wave off the comment.
He didn't know that they really got to you.
{what a transformation to behold
but i dont like this new i want the old}
You remember at the beginning of your moirallegiance, when Eridan had first said something unforgivable - though he had only been joking - about your blood and species status, and you had avoided talking to him for a whole week. Apparently he had been "a glubbing mess," according to Feferi who was confronted by Eridan who had been in tears at the time. After that, he had stopped talking about blood color, instead bugging you about other things. He hadn't spoken about your blood in a while, until last month he started acting out again for some reason.
