[week five - wednesday]

[hypertoxic]

[ The beach has become something of a familiar haunt for them. Honestly, Vriska had thought she'd be having these moments with Raven; her partner in crime, her steadfast support until Raven started making stupid mistakes that culminated in her disappearance. And then Bellamy was there instead; Bellamy with the same fire as Raven, the same pain haunting his eyes, made of harder edges and shorter sentences.

Vriska likes him. Truly, sincerely, honestly likes him. He is the only person left on the island she even remotely wants to spend time with. And even if that weren't the case, there are some things she ought to tell him.

So when she finds him watching the waves as sunset fades into twilight, Vriska will come up to join him at his side.

And, with no hesitation, she'll reach out to take one of her hands in his, weaving their fingers together. ]

It's all going to end this weekend, Bellamy. For better or worse, it'll be over.

Comments

[hypertoxic]

No. At this point, you know everything I know. We just need to have faith we did this right. We did this right, Bellamy. Everyone is going to be fine.

... the only thing I don't know is what actually happens when all the Sirens finally die. Like, the actual procedure for bringing everyone back. I guess we will all find out.

[jettisons]

I'll figure it out.

[He pulls back, keeping his hands on her shoulders.]

I won't let you die, Vriska.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska taps her nails on her cheek, regarding him with immense fondness. ]

You know the weirdest part is I actually believe you? This must be what friendship with someone who isn't a wishy washy backstabbing asshole is like.

[ Vriska gestures loosely, grinning at him in that toothy, spidery way of hers. ]

This will be my third time getting killed, you know. But maybe this time I will really make it count.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy doesn't smile back. He can't bring himself to.]

Three times? What are you talking about?

[hypertoxic]

I've died twice before. It's just kind of a thing where I'm from. I died once, revived, and then got killed again! I'm a ghost, Bellamy.