Cork

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~Eridan Ampora~

"Red"

"Not black"

:"Red"

Red.

Black

Red

Black

Red

Black

Red

Red

Red..

Red....

Red.......

Did the one and only, Karkat Vantas, just, admit his flush for you?  Or... is this...maybe... a sick joke...? 

It wouldn't be the first time somebody has toyed around with your emotions...but...this just ...felt...different... Of course, whenever Karkat was involved, it was always different.  It was, quite possibly, the worst, but at the same time, he was the best that had ever happened to you.  Though despite those odds, you always thought, that if anything, he would want nothing more than black rom with you, though you expected nothing at all, but to hear it turn red...

Black

Red

Black

Red

Black

Red

Red

Red

Red..

Red...

Red......

Your emotions are trapped in a potion bottle, pushing at the under side of the cork, all that is separating you from peace. From relief.  From possible happiness, and possible pain.  Who knew, that one, small, little insignificant piece of cork, could keep you from your utmost sanity. 

Who knew?

You slip your mind from the tornado and bring it back to the troll, looking down, his hands slipped slightly from your shoulders.  His face, was so, worried.  You knew it had to be over not you, but your feelings, and the possible retaliation of flush. But not only is the worry there, but there lye, heart ache, and, such a sorry look. 

It was within that one moment, that the emotion shoved off the cork, as you feelings and desires flowed over you, consuming you as a tsunami.  You know exactly what you want.  You know exactly what you feel.

Before you knew it, a hand lay upon his cheek, and the other on his neck, as your lips gently met with his.

Flush

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