Vriska
“C’mooon,” The voice on the other side of the door whined, knocking eight times more.
“One moment!” You called out to the visitor, when they replied.
“______! Let me in already!” Vriska’s voice echoed through the door, and as you slid down the sweater from earlier you pulled the door open, to reveal the impatient troll standing on your doorstep, arms crossed and lips pursed.
“Took you long enough ______.” Vriska spoke, inviting herself into the main room.
“H-Hey, Vris this isn’t really a good time.” Your arms shook as you watched the womanly troll stroll into your living room and take a seat on your couch with a overdrawn sigh.
“I know, I can’t believe everyone can be so fucking dumb sometimes.” She took a few strands of hair and twirled them between her fingers watching in minor discontent. Normally she was attractive in that dominate assertive kind of way, but now she was more like a demanding cat lounging in the middle of the hallway.
“No, Vris I mean this really isn’t a good time. Please leave.” It almost hurt you to shoo her out like this, but you had a duty to fulfill to yourself and the bleeding wounds on your forearms.
“I mean it’s like nobody ever fucking listens to you, when you’ve got important shit to say! Karkat never shuts his mouth, and I’m nearly convinced he wants to go black with me if Strider wasn’t there to keep crabby on a leash.”
“Vri-“
“Like, no, I don’t wanna go black with you! Terezi got me pale, and my eyes are on somebody else in the other redrom-“
“Shut up!” You yelled, interrupting the cerulean blood in the midst of her talking. About to say something else, you felt the overwhelming pain flood over you again, letting out an angry cry and pressing the balls of your hands against your eyes. The tears were flowing now, your hands rubbing violently into your eyes, your legs shaking. “p-please… just listen to me…” Your voice was dipping and diving as you spoke, and when you finally collapsed to your knees, you couldn’t stop the hiccuping or sobbing.
“Please, just listen to me… I’m here…” You babbled, hands moving to constantly wipe the flowing hot trails of tears rolling down your cheeks.
“______, please calm down,” Vriska spoke, her own voice a slurry of worry and fear.
“I’m here… I’m a real person… I-I matter!” You cried out, sobs still interrupting your speech, your arms moving to rip up the sweater sleeves and claw at your exposed forearms. Quickly, a pair of arms made their way around your shaking form, long dark hair falling down alongside your own, wrapping you in a black curtain. Vriska knelt in front of you, keeping you in a gentle embrace with her chest pressing against your arms to stop you from hurting yourself further.
“You are…” She murmured, suddenly that oh so rare calm and protective woman you had fallen for so many weeks ago. ”I’m sorry for talking over you ______.” Her voice was quiet, soothing in it’s way you couldn’t quite understand. “You do matter. You are important. You’re cool and fun and understanding and trustworthy…” Vriska spoke, her shock still riding the undercurrent of what she was saying. "Just calm down..." Her forehead pressed against the side of your neck, you still hiccupping and let out garbled sobs as she held you.
It took a few minutes for your breathing to slow, a few stray wheezing fits coming and going before you were done. After it had settled, your arms moved from digging into your skin to gently wrap around Vriska's back. She hugged you back, the two of you falling into silence. "I'm sorry..." Your voice was hoarse, and you still clung to Vriska. "I'm so sorry..."
"Shhhhh..." Vriska cooed, pulling back slightly to meet eyes with you. Her eyes watched your features worryingly, eight pupils scanning along every trail of tears, every stress line on your face, her eyes reading all of your emotions. "Hey, no matter what, I'm gonna be here, okay? I'm gonna listen, and we can be loud and obnoxious and powerful all on our own, and I'll protect you and make sure you're happy." Vriska's face lit up weakly, a sad smile on her lips. She lifted one of her hands to rest on your cheek and brushed away your tears.
You were about to stammer out an excuse, some kind of response when Vriska's lips met your own in a strong kiss. You felt yourself melt into it, and eventually you were crying into it hugging her tightly in your arms once again.
"Flushed for you ______," Vriska muttered, her free hand running through your hair. "And I promise. You won't be alone. Not anymore."