Boats And Birds - Eridan x Reader - Part 3

~End flashback~

You take a deep breath before pushing open the heavy wooden door. The dark wood gives a soft groan as you apply pressure to it. The room beyond is dark, the curtains drawn against the bright Alternian sun that is just beginning to rise. It’s almost night and you know you shouldn’t be awake but you’re too scared to sleep. The storm and the memories that are coming back to haunt you are more than enough to give a young Troll nightmares.

“Eridan?” You call timidly. “I-I’m scared. Are you in here?” You’re met with the sound of someone standing up and hurrying towards you. Instinctively you take a couple of steps into the room. After all, he might need comfort.

What you aren’t expecting however, is to be pinned to the wall, someone pressing their hand against your throat. Your chocolate eyes widen as they press against you, suffocating you. Ever so slowly, you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground. Your hands come up from where they’re resting against the wall to claw at his hand, trying to get free. Of course it’s no use at all. He’s far too strong for you.

You give up, slumping back and letting your hands drop back to your sides. You stop trying to free yourself and just let him choke you. Slowly, you shut your eyes. A couple of chocolate brown tears leak out from underneath your eyelids as you resign yourself to this fate.

Everything fades to black as you’re dropped to the floor.

~Eridan’s POV~

Oh, god. What did you do? (_Name_) is lying unconscious on the floor after you suffocated her. You aren’t quite sure whether she’s unconscious or she was dead. Please don’t let her be dead. You couldn’t kill your Moirail. That would be stupid. Why have you done this to her?

You start to panic, pacing back and forth in front of her body. Suddenly you’re struck by an idea. How could you be stupid? All you have to do is check if she was breathing or not. Or even if she has a pulse. Curse you and your stupid thinkpan for not coming up with that solution earlier.

You walk over to her, sighing as your violet cape swished behind you. Eridan, Lord of The Capes she had called you. You wonder if she’ll ever call you that again. Maybe she will, if she wakes up.

God, Eridan stop being so dramatic. She’s probably just unconscious. Stop thinking about the worst.

You kneel by her side and take a deep breath, preparing yourself to find out whether or not you had just murdered your flush crush – Uh, you mean moirail. Carefully you place your hand on her chest, resting it lightly on her skin so that you’re able to tell if she’s breathing or not. It takes a moment, but you feel it. The subtle shift of her chest rising and falling with slow even breaths.

Thank god. You shift you position, resting both hands on her stomach and hanging your head. Eridan, you stupid boy. This all happened because you had gotten mad at her and started crying, trying to release your frustration in some form.

Tears slide down your cheeks now. They drop onto (_Name_)’s stomach where her top had ridden up. She stirred beneath him, moving restlessly as she woke up.

~Your POV~

You wake up to see the figure of Eridan hunched over your body. For some reason, your stomach felt strangely wet and it took you a moment to realize that he was, in fact, crying again.

With a little bit of effort you push yourself up onto your elbows. Your lips quirk into a small smile. Even though you hated seeing your friend in pain, you loved that you could see the vulnerable side of him every once in a while.

You raise a hand and run your fingers through his soft black and purple streaked hair. He raises his head to look at you, his violet eyes wide and glossy with tears. All you do is just gesture for him to hug you.

And so he does, practically falling into your arms and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your moirail could be a cry baby at times, but you absolutely adored him.

“(_Name_)…?”
“Yes Eri?”
“….W-Will you stay with me?”
“Of course I will, sweetie.”