Homestuck fanfic about the )(IC because I find her interesting but nobody else seems to write anything about her.
You
can’t remember their names, but sometimes you get glimpses. Shivers
and disorienting flashes of long lost somethings. On the handmaids
occasional visits, you could look at her face that held no lines. Her
face held nothing, like she had never been allowed to feel anything
that would mar her. You could look at that face and see flashes of
burgundy and red and words hurled at a girl like a trident. Cutting
into flesh like one too. It’s different than your killings, you’re
sure. She was allowed to live and suffer and snap, while your victims
died. Mercy. That’s what your culler taught you, on the world before,
wasn’t it?
The
memories, while unheeded and sporadic, were often helpful. Such as
the case with The Grand Highblood or whatever the guppy was called
nowadays. You had been ready to fork the purple-blooded wriggler, but
were then bombarded with quick movements and the swishing sound of
gloves and sleeves being moved against a forlorn silence. Blurs of
purple and black and white and fingers against lips with swollen
threads. When you came to the wriggler was laughing louder than you
ever remembered, like he was reveling in the insane noise.
You
couldn’t do anything but make him powerful. An apology maybe. You
aren’t sure anymore. You don’t know if you were ever sure.
During
those encounters, you start looking for others who hold the same
value. Eventually, you find them.
An
ambitious and volatile little fin, who’s been working his way up in
ranks. His flushed feelings were dreadfully obvious, and you don’t
feel bad about ignoring or taking advantage of it. You get the
feeling he was a jerk in the other world too.
He
starts chasing after one of them though. A pirate. You leave things
be with a foreign feeling in your blood pumper when you hear that she
faces against a bright eyed neophyte who dies all too quickly. You
had seen it all before.
You
curse yourself for not noticing an entire group of them until it was
too late. Until they hated and scorned you. Though you doubt it could
have ended any other way.
You
attend one of their meetings, with your hood pulled high. You leave
your higher shoes behind so that your height was that of a midblood.
They
recognize you anyway. When you step away, the talkative one, the
little mutant, the annoying leader steps out and gives you a smile
that’s knowing and patronizing and you want to kill him. Then a
little one peeks out behind him and you’re a little shocked at her
ears twitching to the noises, though you aren’t sure why. To the
other side there’s a snarky yellow-blood who seems so much more
levelheaded than the one that you remember, and for the first time,
you doubt what the Handmaid has told you. Everything crashes in the
back of your thinkpan and you glare at them, noting that there was
one missing from their group. You decide not to mention it, or
rather, you decide not to mention anything.
The
mutant is talking, and you hate him. You start to ignore them and
leave-but something he says catches your attention.
“-Meenah-“
“Water
you glubbing aboat?!” You interject, turning and frowning at them
stiffly.
“Y9u
remem6er.” He says. You stare for a moment before turning to go.
“You’re
insane, guppy.” You start walking, missing sorely the clacking of
your heels that make you so much taller. Something blocks your path
and you almost run into it. You look up and glare at the yellowblood
who grins at you cheekily.
“Are
you sure you don’t want two joiin us?” He asks, and you get the
feeling that he isn’t asking for himself.
“I’m
S)(OR-E!” You hiss before storming off, your hands twitching for
your trident.
“We
will see y9u later then.” The mutant says from behind.
And
you do. With you on the winning end this time. The mutant pleads with
you and your army, seeming to have no self preservation until you
mention his little group. You taunt and watch him carefully as you
think through what to do with the others. The little ‘Psiioniic’
had tired himself out from overexertion. That gives you an idea.
You
order for the ‘Signless’ to be killed, and you blink back the
distracting idea of blue and hoofbeasts when the executioner steps
up. The green blood is spared and the girl flees, but you can’t
bring yourself to care. The jade blood is sold. The Psiioniic, on the
other hand, is connected into your ship. An honor really.
The
Handmaid visits. The mysterious figure returning to your castle has
become more and more rare over the sweeps. She tells you that you are
ready to go to space. To conquer and spread your kingdom so that your
species will never die. When she goes to leave, instead of your usual
insistence that she stays, you smile wider and more free then you
have since her last visit, and make your way to your helmsblock.
You’re sure your new helmsman has become lonely.
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