amayakisyukai

When a troll met misery head on with no lusus to help them, they were doomed to their own fits. Eridan would mope. Equius would make himself seem useful. Tavros would call over a friend and lose himself in happier conversations. And Vriska would hide. Which was exactly what she was doing. She'd fume and fuss, spout about her every failure and let down, tug at her hair until she began to sprout tears in the corners of her eyes and then sob brokenly in the farthest, darkest corner of her closet. But she'd always know he was there. Equius could see it when she'd shout at her husktop. To anyone else, it seemed just about normal. Shouting for