Crescendo-Ultimatum

It was interesting, she thought, feeling this way from a mere glance. A glance that, of course, turned into a strict observing one; she was not about to let anything personal get in the way of her job. Her clipboard clamped firmly in the grip of her right hand (after all, she wrote with her left hand- earning her the name of 'Sinister Sister' by a friend or two), a pen in her left, she scribbled down little notes. She noted the woman's olive, gorgeous skin; but not the way it looked like it would shimmer like the purest of Mediterranean seas in soft near-dusk sunlight. She noted the steady gaze; but not the incredible shade of hazel- no,

Hands remaining at her sides, she stared straight ahead; past him, right out the window behind him. "Look at me," he demanded, a hand roughly attempting to turn her face with her chin. She fought; struggling not to budge as a thin film of anger gathered at the edges of her consciousness. Her jaw clenched, her nails bit into the palms of her hands. "I said," he growled, using her hair as a way to finally get her head to turn the slightest of measurements. "Fuckin' look at me." She kept her eyes from him. Her lips pressed shut, mind as elsewhere as she could manage. "Fef." "No," she broke; voice sharp and full of distaste. "No." He sucke

Sitting at his computer, Sollux contemplated suicide. Not for the first time, of course. And it was hardly a serious thought. "Just for funsies!" As Feferi would've put it, even if she knew what the thoughts really entailed. She had gotten darker, he had noticed. So much darker. Turning in his chair, he slammed his laptop shut, not bothering to close or even save the file he had been working on- not that it had anything important on it, anyway. He debated with himself about whether or not he should give in and start taking his meds again. They would make him far more stabler- at least, that was what they promised. Did he even want to

Fuck. Sometimes, sometimes he wondered about the issues his roommate had. Either than the ones he already knew about. Karkat worried about him too much. He could admit that. Gamzee wasn't entirely his responsibility- but he sure fucking acted like it. He sighed and pushed himself out of his chair, not bothering to tell the others around him he was leaving. Someone made a snide comment and he just flipped the asshole off, not bothering to look  back. He had worse shit to deal with than being a rude fuckass. Gamzee was staring at another girl. Karkat paused and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He already knew the few words Gamz

He watched her dance, taking another shot of tequila, feeling it burn and taking in the sight of the music move around her. She was so beautiful. The way she moved. She was alone on the dance floor. Her friends long abandoned her for men to grind their pelvises into and she was alone, following each beat and melding herself into the melody. "I love her," He, resting his chin in his hand and tracing the outline of her form with the fingertips of his other. "Motherfucking do." A hand on his forearm tore his gaze from the girl, matching it up with that of his bestfriend slash roommate. He smiled a lazy grin. "I fucking know you do," he said,