[PART ONE] YOU SQUEEZE YOUR GANDERBULBS SHUT, TRYING TO BLINK AWAY THE TEARS BLURRING YOUR VISION. YOU HATE THAT YOU CRY WHEN YOU’RE ANGRY. YOUR BULBS STING FROM THE SALT, AND YOUR WHOLE FACE BURNS FEVERISHLY HOT. YOU DON’T WANT ANYONE TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, SO YOU HOLE YOURSELF AWAY IN A FAR CORNER OF YOUR UNLIT RESPITEBLOCK. NOT LIKE ANYONE IS COMING TO FIND YOU. NOT AFTER HOW YOU KILLED EVERYONE’S MOOD AND STORMED OFF. STILL, YOU’RE HALF BURIED IN YOUR MOST COMFORTING PILE IN SOME DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO HIDE YOUR SHAME FROM THE WORLD. YOU DON’T SEE THE VERTICAL SLICE OF OFFENDING LIGHT VIOLATE YOUR SAFE HAVEN AS IT SLOWLY GROWS AND QUICKLY SHRINKS, BUT YOU DO HEAR THE CLICK OF YOUR DOOR RETURNING TO ITS RIGHTFULLY SHUT STATE AFTERWARD. INSTINCTIVELY, YOU SHRINK IN ON YOURSELF. IF YOU HAD WANTED TO BE FOUND, YOU WOULDN’T BE HIDING. AS YOUR INTRUDER’S STEPS DRAW CLOSER, YOU CAN FEEL YOURSELF BRISTLING, ANGER COILING UP TIGHTLY, READY TO LASH OUT VIOLENTLY AT ANY SECOND. “are you really hidin after all that?” HIS TONE FALLS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ANNOYED AND CONCERNED, BUT IT MELTS ALL YOUR TENSION AWAY IMMEDIATELY. YOU LIFT YOURSELF JUST SLIGHTLY OUT OF YOUR PILES SWEET EMBRACE TO TURN YOUR WATERY GAZE ONTO YOUR MOIRAIL. IF ANYONE WAS GOING TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, AT LEAST IT WAS HIM. #IMCOMING #ERIDANWEEK #RPF #ERIDANXREADER #PALEROMANCE
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