#my friend lamecifer on here wrote the vriska

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> terezi: recall.

the conversation continues. terezi goes on a lengthy outpouring of their feelings. vriska pretends that their words do not penetrate the walls of her heart, but she cannot lie to me. i know her true thoughts, feelings, and intentions. hence why i do not find the upcoming course of action shocking, as opposed to a narrator less focused on the characterization presented in front of him Fuck you, I wanted the VrisRezi angst., and more keen on manipulating fate. i am merely here to relay events as they were, and as they are.

the exchange escalates. what was clear to both sisters in this moment was that a victor was to be essential. terezi drew their blade in one fluid motion. the metal rasped against the grain of its sheath, rather loudly, the noise So we’re doing this again. calling the hairs on the back of vriska’s neck to attention. vriska backed up and rolled her dice, but without her godhood on the results were left to the universe, and vriska serket had never been lucky. 

an obvious conclusion, had one little detail and you expect them to pick it up. When was the last time anyone’s looked at Vriska killing her mom? Even when you explain it, only the die hard fans are gonna know the specific thing I’m talkin’ about here. This is why you have to slowly feed it to thembeen paying attention.

vriska was confronted with the fact that she made a bad roll. a very sad, crumpled, and perhaps “shitty” bonnet appeared from thin the air, drifting slowly to the ground before it landed gracefully between the two trolls. vriska boggled at her bad luck. terezi pressed on.

a true seer would know where luck is a given, where it is absent, and most importantly, where it doesn’t matter at all. and they would know victory doesn’t matter in a reality where all else is doomed to fail. A little dramatic for a breakup, don’t you think?

the hero of mind backed away. their arms pulled back and fell to their sides like two lifeless bodies, floating gently in the styx. it was then that terezi understood that vriska was rejecting them.

vriska attempted to deny these claims, but terezi is far too smart to fall for yet another web strewn by a cerulean temptress. or so they thought. try as they might to fool themself into believing a life of domesticity could exist for the scourge, in the back of their mind, as well as the forefront of mine, we both knew the truth. 

but the thief refused.

vriska’s hand clasped one of terezi’s wrists as they began to turn away, her heart in her throat. she felt her palm grow steadily more sweaty as her hold on the other troll lingered, and she couldn’t tell if this was from the decision she was about to make or the fact that terezi was crying. 

from this angle vriska was able to peer down terezi’s shades. their eyes were puffy, a diluted teal leaked from them despite their best attempts to gain control over their emotions. vriska hardly noticed this beyond the simple acknowledgement of it happening. her attention was far more concerned with the way terezi’s eyelashes fluttered with every attempt to blink away their tears, and how one was then left behind on their cheek. the urge to bring her thumb up and brush it away was overwhelming, as was the temptation to kiss them.

terezi’s lower lip visibly trembled. a deep, visceral pity filled vriska, as did something else.

let it be known that the thief had grown considerably more cunning as the years had dragged on. her methods of manipulation, while impressive in their prowess, were still juvenile, but she knew the seer was blinded by her light.

seeing as she was essentially holding terezi’s hand, it was not too much of a stretch to draw them in, pressing their lips together. the air between them was tense, but quickly dissipated into something richer. try as she might to fight it, vriska was just as invested in the affair as terezi was, who was a snotty, sobbing mess. years and years of feeling so incomplete and alone, so pathetic on their own (and only to still feel that way); but in that moment, terezi felt the joy of what they presumed was fully reciprocated love.

and this was what vriska was going for, as she fully intended on dashing terezi’s upcoming hopes at almost every step. 

vriska was never seen again.