[Dizziness that feels too much like nausea consumes Eridan when the energy's gone, when all the mind-numbing pain is gone. His skull throbs harder, to the point where he's convince his bones are literally throbbing, the pain crawling with ice picks up his horns. Gills shocked into a near-paralyzed state, he has to manually make himself breathe, take deep, gulping breaths and there's noise, so much noise in his head. Rage and hate is ringing in his head, bouncing off the walls, stabbing into his brain. The sensation is too much, he almost faints but he can hear Karkat, just a bit, beyond all the inner-head racket, and nothing can make him realize that he's sobbing and that his hands are shaking around Sollux's arms.]
[It lasts for all of maybe a few seconds before he's stuck against his will to his goddamn throne, and his throat running raw from all the screaming and crying he's been doing. This wasn't part of plan, it wasn't, it's starting to crumble on him now in the face of this raging fucking lowblood. He suddenly can't breathe as well through his gills, which, given the previous moments, isn't too odd only this isn't in his head. The gill above it is working, fuck, why isn't--fuck fuck fuck fuck. His mind his really failing at letting him panic properly, but it's working enough for the idea that Sollux at least recognizes something about him, that he deserves something, even if it's all this fuckery, and god does he hate him for thinking he has the damn right to decide that.]
[He's honestly not sure if his bulge has been moving like this the entire time, because as he's recovering from the psychic attack, he's starting to have more feeling in places; the burning around his eyes, the oh god ow of all his gills, and fuck he is definitely turned on, yep. He sobs again, involuntarily.]
Bastard.
[Karkat is now in his line of vision, fucking finally, and he wants to grab him and make him make him feel better. This isn't part of the plan, not at all, but Eridan's hatched a new one and fuck it's got to work. More so after his head stops buzzing, which is getting better, and once he figures out if his bulge is reaching for Sollux's black, black advances or Karkat's pretty blatantly red concerns. Or, fuck, both, because that's the new plan, why prove he can have one when there are two right here, right fucking now.]
Kar--w'we're hav'vin' a moment, fuck...
[He sobs, though, purple tears far more translucent than the purple blood all but gushing in spurts from his gill wound. The action itself is out of his control, but the intensity of it isn't.]
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[It lasts for all of maybe a few seconds before he's stuck against his will to his goddamn throne, and his throat running raw from all the screaming and crying he's been doing. This wasn't part of plan, it wasn't, it's starting to crumble on him now in the face of this raging fucking lowblood. He suddenly can't breathe as well through his gills, which, given the previous moments, isn't too odd only this isn't in his head. The gill above it is working, fuck, why isn't--fuck fuck fuck fuck. His mind his really failing at letting him panic properly, but it's working enough for the idea that Sollux at least recognizes something about him, that he deserves something, even if it's all this fuckery, and god does he hate him for thinking he has the damn right to decide that.]
[He's honestly not sure if his bulge has been moving like this the entire time, because as he's recovering from the psychic attack, he's starting to have more feeling in places; the burning around his eyes, the oh god ow of all his gills, and fuck he is definitely turned on, yep. He sobs again, involuntarily.]
Bastard.
[Karkat is now in his line of vision, fucking finally, and he wants to grab him and make him make him feel better. This isn't part of the plan, not at all, but Eridan's hatched a new one and fuck it's got to work. More so after his head stops buzzing, which is getting better, and once he figures out if his bulge is reaching for Sollux's black, black advances or Karkat's pretty blatantly red concerns. Or, fuck, both, because that's the new plan, why prove he can have one when there are two right here, right fucking now.]
Kar--w'we're hav'vin' a moment, fuck...
[He sobs, though, purple tears far more translucent than the purple blood all but gushing in spurts from his gill wound. The action itself is out of his control, but the intensity of it isn't.]