Unbelievable! It’d been at least two sweeps since they’d started dating and still that thoughtless l
Unbelievable! It’d been at least two sweeps since they’d started dating and still that thoughtless little idiot hadn’t bothered to come up with a single gift he could give her. A yellow scarf or ribbon perhaps. Something to show off her caliginous quadrant. Gold was a good choice as well. 14 karat, preferably.None of it was official, of course. Neither of them had ever actually asked, and it seemed silly to do it now. When I get 8ack, the troll thought.Vriska fiddled with the clasp of a bag she’d slung over her shoulder. It was already full of useless knicknacks - a music box, a mechanical toy spider, a well loved scalemate plush - little mementos to keep her company on a long journey. This would have to be the last, she decided, having to shuffle the bags contents around just to make room.It was a photograph of the three of them. They hadn’t sprung for colour, as neither Felt liked to be reminded of their green skin and eyes, and Itchy had a slight blur to him, having found it difficult to remain still for any period of time. But she treasured it all the same.“You will not return.” Vriska nearly leapt out of her skin, teeth grit as she stifled a yelp. That thick accent could only belong to the resident mini-maid. An unwelcome intrusion, to be sure, but Damara had never been known to pop up at a good time.“Cool your heels, toots, I’m coming 8ack,” she assured the other troll, sliding the photograph into her bag.“No,” Damara said, sounding… uncharacteristically urgent. Vriska turned to face her.“Ah. The pajamas again. Pruning the wreath that is this unending, hellish timeline?” the blueblood inquired, working the buckle of her bag until it was securely shut. “I see all branches of time. Every possibility. Every outcome. You do not return, Vriska Serket.”A frown spread across her cerulean lips. That was troubling, to say the least. “What? You mean I’m going to die or something? Pssh, 8ig deal. I died once 8efore, right? Oh, and thanks for fixing that little mess. I owe ya. Free drinks at the casin–”“I do not know if you die,” Damara interrupted, shifting slightly in mid-air. “I only see this timeline. This timeline that you do not return to.”Vriska rolled her eyes. “Why are you even 8othering to tell me this? It’s not like you care. And don’t pull that ‘service to the Felt’ 8ullshit either. Lord English is dead, I think that means my contract is up. Yours too, for that matter.” Damara crinkled her nose, looking downright offended. Maybe she still had a hard-on for the boss. Weirdo.“Anyway, It’s not like I can just… not go. My Moirail is counting on me. My ancestor too. And I think I’m running out of time. It feels like the whole world is starting to forget they ever existed.” The witch winced at this, hands idly rubbing at her arms. “It is. This timeline falters without Lord English. So many disappear. And we forget. Forget they ever exist. You will be forgotten.”Vriska swallowed hard. The little psycho was just messing with her, right? Damara had more than a few screws loose, telling half truths as best and outlandish lies at worst. Still, it would make sense if it were true. There were people she remembered but couldn’t name or even put a face to. It was like an odd sense of nostalgia - remembering a feeling but being unable to describe any of the details. Would that happen to her too? Just a vague memory of some no-name kid who ran errands for the Felt? No, that was stupid. Damara was stupid. There had to be infinite branches of time. Infinite! There’s no way they could all be checked.“I think you’re just getting rusty, Megido. I’ll 8e 8ack. We Serkets have aaaaaaaall the luck,” she insisted, swinging the bag back around to rest on her hip. “Just keep this timeline in one piece while I’m gone, doll. I’ll 8e sure to 8ring you a souvenir when I get 8ack.” She flashed one of her signature grins, offering Damara a lazy salute as she strolled on past. “Au revoir, mini-maid. Take good care of my 8oys while I’m gone.”And with that, she disappeared down the hall, a subtle shadow on her heels and an uncertain Damara left lingering in the doorway.“I… Will try.” -- source link