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alterniashermits said: RIsoRI? are YOU oKAY?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

"Ksssssshhhhhhhhhhhhht…"

The sound escaping under the door was low, not even remotely troll-like. More like the rattling tail of an agitated buzzviper. 

Not even the angry, blue eyed fish-troll had any idea how she made it. It just flowed as naturally as her furious alarm as she backed herself into a corner, fins folded closed and angled back.

You knock on her door again, expression worried.

"Risori…" you say. "Risori, please tell me what’s wrong…"

That sound isn’t right, and she doesn’t feel right either. And what can you do but try to help?

There were a pretty wide range of sounds you could and often did make to express yourself, and this one actually was among them… but only in moments of extreme duress.

You take in a breath to answer him, but still getting used to new gills caused them to flare too wide and dry out a little, leaving you wracked with a wet, rasping cough, the way a bad case of pneumonia might sound if here were also gaping holes in your chest.

alterniashermits said: RIsoRI? are YOU oKAY?

"Ksssssshhhhhhhhhhhhht…"

The sound escaping under the door was low, not even remotely troll-like. More like the rattling tail of an agitated buzzviper. 

Not even the angry, blue eyed fish-troll had any idea how she made it. It just flowed as naturally as her furious alarm as she backed herself into a corner, fins folded closed and angled back.

All packed up for god knows where!

autumntrolls:

cotestuck:

autumntrolls:

You shrug. “I dunno? I just spent a lot of time thinking back on those sweeps I guess. Those memorRries neverRr rRreally got the chance to grRrow fuzzy orRr disappearRr like the otherRrs.”

"I think it helps that I kind of rRrememberRr the trRrials positively. Yeah it was brRrutal and dangerRrous, but it was also fun. And we werRre all innocent enough back then to believe that all trRrolls werRre going to get the chance to thrRrive on the surRrface, as long as they werRre strRrong enough to make it."

"I rrememberr things like changing hands oorr learrning new skills. I’ve been legitimately soold twice, but I’ve been thrroough soome thirrteen oorr soo masterrs and Mistrresses…."

"I kinda pittied the wild caught slaves, because they didn;t seem too pick up oon the coonectioon between oobedience and trreatment. If yoou oobeyed and kept coo-iet, noo oone hit yoou and soome time yoou werre prraised oorr favoorred. The moorre the handlerrs coould trrust yoou, the moorre frreedoom yoou coould have."

You shake your head. “Nah, I guarRrantee slowness wasn’t theirRr prRroblem. It’s not that they couldn’t pick up on the corRrrRrelation between obedience and trRreatment, it’s that they didn’t give a shit. I’d’ve prRrobably been the same way.”

"Too the extent oof being culled foorr being oof noo use?" You sighed and flicked your ears back.

"Drrawing attentuioon is the woorrst thing yoou can poossibly doo, unless yoou’rre just that fucking imprressive. But if therre’s noo hoope oof taming yoou, it didn;t materr hoow strroong oorr cleverr oorr tallented yoou werre. It wasn;t woorrth feeding yoou."

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

"Some day." You agree, nodding with all the certainty you could bring yourself to muster.

"Dun worreh. Ah’m ue y’ll make ‘im proud."

You nod wearily, your eyes slowly falling closed. Unlike last day, it doesn’t take much longer for you to doze off and your sleep is dreeamless.

You’re just that exhausted.

Now it was you laying awake and staring at the far away ceiling, one arm around your little brother, with an ear pointed to his gentle snoring.

Like everything else about him, the sound was soft and kinda sweet. 

Things had never gotten better for you before. Not this much. Not really.

You hated that he’d lost his Lusus…. but it didn;t make you any less glad of his company.

Was that selfish? You weren’t sure.

But he made life better. He made you happy.

Your little brother…. 

You ended up dozing off beside him, one more ‘I love you’ drifting like smoke into the day.

Anonymous said: M!A: Risori is now a violet-blooded seadweller for 24 hours!

"Wait, what the f-"

Your eyes were probably the only part of you that didn’t change. Your skin color altered a little bit and spines erupted from your ear lobes, supporting webs of fin like the ones stretching between your fingers and toes.

You were distressed to begin with, but now you were ANGRY! “

What the hell, what the hell, what the ever loving FUCK!”

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

For you, things had been this way from the get go. There was no change, but usually for the worse. 

You’d only had a few nights to wrap your pan around the possibility of a change for the better… and you still couldn’t quite grasp it. Perhaps it was your inexperience. Perhaps you just weren’t clever…

You really weren’t certain.

"I doubt ‘e feels guilty, Shugah." You doubted he felt anything, but were not so cruel as to make that statement to your gentle little Brother.

"If ‘e was a good Lusus, Ah dun see why ‘e’d be havin’ bad drams."

You nod. It sounds right to you.

"I’ll try to make him proud," you say softly. "I’ll work hard. Maybe someday I’ll be free again."

"Some day." You agree, nodding with all the certainty you could bring yourself to muster.

"Dun worreh. Ah’m ue y’ll make ‘im proud."

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You hadn’t actually taken much time to think about where trolls went after they died. Having never had a Lusus, so far as you could recall, you didn’t tent o think about them much.

There had been nothing to bond to in any meaningful way, so you had no frame of reference for his concern except what you could feel from him directly.

"Ah dunno… Nevah really thought about it b’for."

But after a moment of considering what you understood about death, which was actually surprisingly little. Slaves weren’t killed in sight of other slaves except under special circumstances. You had thus far had to kill three kennelmates… and felt the pain dull as their senses did.

"Ah know ‘e dun’urt n’more." you offer. It had felt a bit like drifting off after a long day of hard labor… "Maybe they dream…"

You consider this for a moment. “I hope so,” you whisper thoughtfully. “And I hope he’s having good dreams.”

You smile softly. “I hope he doesn’t feel guilty anyways. He did the best he could. It couldn’t be helped…”

You’d had a long time with your thoughts to think over what had happened and how you felt about it and that was the conclusion you had come to. You can’t be entirely happy about this situation because your lusus died and you’re going to be a slave, but you can’t be angry or upset about it either because you had met Danide because of it, and that had made her life better.

Things were supposed to be this way, one way or another. And nothing you or anyone else could have done could have changed it.

For you, things had been this way from the get go. There was no change, but usually for the worse. 

You’d only had a few nights to wrap your pan around the possibility of a change for the better… and you still couldn’t quite grasp it. Perhaps it was your inexperience. Perhaps you just weren’t clever…

You really weren’t certain.

"I doubt ‘e feels guilty, Shugah." You doubted he felt anything, but were not so cruel as to make that statement to your gentle little Brother.

"If ‘e was a good Lusus, Ah dun see why ‘e’d be havin’ bad drams."

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You sigh with probably the closest thing to contentment that you can remember feeling, and relax enough to roll partly over on your back.

Gently, you scooch your little brother over to press his chest flush against your side. Your nearer arm fits comfortably under his neck as you cradle his head against your shoulder and lovingly stroke his back.

Your head turns and angles to rest your forehead against his and your soft purring swells to feel physically enveloping.

You’re warm, full (more or less), and tired, so it doesn’t take you long to get sleepy.

"Hey Danide?" you murmur. "Do you think Dad’s somewhere better now…?"

You hadn’t actually taken much time to think about where trolls went after they died. Having never had a Lusus, so far as you could recall, you didn’t tent o think about them much.

There had been nothing to bond to in any meaningful way, so you had no frame of reference for his concern except what you could feel from him directly.

"Ah dunno… Nevah really thought about it b’for."

But after a moment of considering what you understood about death, which was actually surprisingly little. Slaves weren’t killed in sight of other slaves except under special circumstances. You had thus far had to kill three kennelmates… and felt the pain dull as their senses did.

"Ah know ‘e dun’urt n’more." you offer. It had felt a bit like drifting off after a long day of hard labor… "Maybe they dream…"

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You hug him close, round blue flecked silver eyes betraying, only for a moment, just how real that fear was for you.

Had any of the free trolls been able to keep you in their pans, they would have remembered just how dangerous you were in a corner and avoided kenneling any one with you.

You blink, give your little brother a gentle, grateful squeeze, and softly kiss his cheek. “Ah love you, Dekard.”

This time, you spoke more carefully, not letting your accent clip his name. Through your voice came warm, soft, protective feelings that slid into his ears like oil and wrapped like a fleece blanket around his pan and chest.

You purr, the soft sound hesitantly raising more loudly to reflect the comfort and safety you feel at the moment.

Despite the things that have happened to you, you actually feel happy.

"I love you too, Danide," you reply softly. "Even if I have to keep doing this forever, I’m not going to let myself forget."

You sigh with probably the closest thing to contentment that you can remember feeling, and relax enough to roll partly over on your back.

Gently, you scooch your little brother over to press his chest flush against your side. Your nearer arm fits comfortably under his neck as you cradle his head against your shoulder and lovingly stroke his back.

Your head turns and angles to rest your forehead against his and your soft purring swells to feel physically enveloping.

Silence

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

That would take some explaining…

"Imagine if, when y’got up inna e’nen’, Ah diddn’ know who y’weh. Nevah seen y’n’mah life…. an’ was convinced y’weh heyah jus’ t’steal mah food."

"Oh…"

You can understand that. You hadn’t really realized what it really meant that you might forget her.

She’s probably still scared you’ll wake up the same way.

"I’m not gonna forget," you promise once more. "It’d be lonely for the both of us if I forgot."

You hug him close, round blue flecked silver eyes betraying, only for a moment, just how real that fear was for you.

Had any of the free trolls been able to keep you in their pans, they would have remembered just how dangerous you were in a corner and avoided kenneling any one with you.

You blink, give your littte brother a gentle, grateful squeeze, and softly kiss his cheek. “Ah love you, Dekard.”

This time, you spoke more carefully, not letting your accent clip his name. Through your voice came warm, soft, protective feelings that slid into his ears like oil and wrapped like a fleece blanket around his pan and chest.