Your name is Eridan Ampora.

And you are so, so, fucked. For one thing, you have so much pity for the little grubmuncher they call Sollux Captor. In the simplest terms, you are jacked tight into the worst kind of shit. From his messy hair down to his skinny little toes, all you want to do is cuddle the shit out of him. And just to add insult to injury, he wants your bloodpusher, still beating, on a platter. In a not so hot way.

No matter what you do, those feelings ain't going anywhere. Pity is the worst kind of sickness, to be honest. The more you try to forget about it, the more you keep remembering how nice his smile can be when he isn't looking at you. And how nice he smells. But let's not go there, shall we? You could be sitting there all day just thinking about how even the annoying things about him are adorable.

You think about how he wants you 6 feet under. It's kind of endearing, actually.

You think about how he stole Feferi right out of your grubby little fingers. Eh, she was getting annoying anyway.

To be honest, you don't know how what the hell could have happened for you to even LIKE Sollux. You thought that you had feelings for Feferi, but after confessing to her, it wasn't really all that it was cut out to be. Even after she left, you felt sort of like a weight was lifted from your shoulders (You still missed her, desperately, but that's besides the point). You wanted to crush him for that. Even if he didn't know about any flushed inclinations you had for him, you cursed his name every time you caught yourself staring at him from across the lab. Fucking landdweller.

So what do you do about it?

What do you think? Jack shit, of course.

You bury all of those idiotic flushed feelings under seven layers of faked hatred. You bitched at him, often for no reason, just to speak with the asshole. Though instead of actually fixing anything, it was more like rubbing salt in the wound. At least he hasn't noticed.

Occasionally, when he catches you looking at him with more than just a brief glance, your protein chute constricts painfully and your pathetic little aquatic based vascular system almost stops. A tiny little hope, under those layers and layers of lying to yourself, trudges with all its might. But you steadfastly ignore it, trying to rid yourself of the little love songs you have written that of course only have to do with your low-blooded young love.

It hurts.

It hurts a whole hell of a lot.

But when you manage to see his crooked, honest smile aimed to someone else, it somehow all seems worth it.