Eridan (Nemo) Ampora (
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sortinghat_rp2012-09-20 09:38 pm
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[Filtered away from Murdoc, Sybille and of course Snow.]
i knoww its a tad bit early in the year to be thinkin about this
but uh
does anyone havve room for one more durin wwinter break
and summer perhaps
because id appreciate it
i knoww its a tad bit early in the year to be thinkin about this
but uh
does anyone havve room for one more durin wwinter break
and summer perhaps
because id appreciate it
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So when Eridan starts speaking, he's a little surprised but he listens intently. As he does, the more and more it strikes him as an argument he could have with Dave and the similarity is just... disturbing. But it at least helps give him some idea as to how to proceed, considering he's fixed problems with Dave in the past and it makes him feel like he has a shot at this. Because he's figured out how to fix things like this before.
He's honestly surprised to hear some of the things coming from Eridan's mouth though in regards to Murdoc. And yet, he knows how similar he and Murdoc can be... How they both put their foot in their mouth. He knows Murdoc's been stressed lately and going through a lot of shit. Bro knows how it can be when you're going through that kind of thing and dealing with... people like Eridan.
As uncomfortable as it is, his mind goes back to a few months ago on the Astronomy tower right after his brother had died. When Dave had antagonized him and caused him to flip his shit completely and utterly. When... he'd almost killed Dave over something stupid. He feels sympathy for Murdoc like he's never felt before, because he absolutely beyond a shadow of a doubt knows that Murdoc didn't mean it at all. Just like he hadn't meant it.
Once Eridan is finished, he's quiet for at least a minute, trying to figure out how best to confront the situation. It's a delicate one, far from easy to even begin to approach. A part of him doesn't want to put his own personal experiences in it too much, but at the same time... If that's the only thing that works, if that's the only thing that can fix this for the two of them, then he's absolutely willing to go there. It would be hard, but if that's what it took...
Finally he swallows.]
Listen... What I'm about to say isn't at all an attempt to excuse any of the shit your dad said, alright? Because... honestly, there's no excusing that. It wasn't fair of him to do and to be honest it was shitty as hell. But...
[He takes in a small breath, preparing to really get into it.]
He's going through a lot right now, y'know? Like... probably more than anybody else in this castle. That Snow guy, he... He really stirred up a lot of shit for your old man. A lot of shit that the guy is having a really hard time handling. I think he just took a lot of it out on you, and like I said, that's... not fair at all. But when you're that stressed out, you say a lot of shit you don't mean.
I don't believe for a second that he meant anything he said. Because trust me, I have plenty...too much experience doing and saying shit I don't mean when I'm upset and stressed out...
[He trails off quietly then, obviously getting lost in the memory of it, which gives Eridan plenty of time to digest what he said and speak if he wants to.]
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But at the same time this entire conversation strikes him as strange. Why does he even care? Why would he care? Why was he getting way too into this? Did Murdoc put him up to it? What the hell even gives. He shouldn't care, this isn't his business and the last time Eridan remembered these two weren't exactly the best of friends.
As far as he could tell, anyways.
With another slight shift, his vision moves to the floor. He can't really seem to keep eye contact, as much as he wishes to. He doesn't want to admit that Bro is absolutely right because that would make him wrong, and he's incredibly selfish in that sense.
Words slowly begin to come out all of a suddenly. He honestly doesn't know what to say, but the silence proves to be way too awkward for him to handle. Like. way too awkward to handle. ]
... I see. So, we're both at fault for this is what you're sayin'. Because of all of the stress that's been wedgin' onto him and ... ewen on myself?
[The inflection of the question almost seems to give away how unsure he is of what he should even be saying. He really doesn't know if that was the right thing to say at all.
Actually, he's now thinking that he shouldn't have said anything at all. He shouldn't have told him anything, he shouldn't have even accepted his offer to talk, and he's now regretting it all.
God he hates dealing with these types of problems and feelings.]