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Character(s): Equius Zahhak (

needatowel) & Nepeta Leijon (

moirailcompass)
Location: The training center
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: It's the end of the line.

She had put it off for far too long. A part of her had been happy to do so, but it's not like she could do it forever. It would be unfair to both Vriska and Equius, and Vriska had shown surprising understanding and patience with her through all this.

It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling to realize that where once she had felt so powerfully for Equius she could no longer conjure those feelings. She certainly still loved him, and held him dear, but no longer did she get that feeling of being understood, protected, or even understanding him. Most of all, she lacked that sense of completion which had once been ever prevalent, even by just knowing he was out there somewhere. Who knew how much he had change in he half sweep away. It mad her sad to think about, and she wonder if maybe one day they would happen to her and Vriska too. It seemed that none of them had had much luck in the realm of moirallegiance. Feferi and Eridan had broken up, Kanaya and Vriska had broken up, and Gamzee and Karkat seemed to have come together simply out of necessity rather than genuine pale feelings.

She supposed none of that really mattered in relation to her, but it did make her wonder if their efforts in this quadrant, or any for that matter, were worthwhile. She gave a small shake of her head. No, she wouldn't let herself think that way. She was happy with Vriska, she had been happy with Equius. She did not regret her time with him in the slightest, and she hoped that in due time he would find someone else. Before he could do that, however, she needed to break things off with him.

She had contacted him over the network and asked him to meet up with her at the entrance to the training center. She thought it better that they talked there in case his temper got the better of him. Not to mention it was much more private than any place they could find within the school itself.

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Actually, he wasn't taking things well at all. His insides were a screaming caldera of rage and pain. But he had a lot of experience keeping his emotions inside, and he was using it to its fullest extent now.

"I doubt whatever it is can be as bad as what you just told me," he said. "Go ahead."

If only it weren't. She knew that this particularly revelation would not only hurt him, but likely wound his pride as well.

"There has come to be someone else. Eventually, once my feelings had changed, there was someone I came to feel pale for." She wanted to make certain that he at least knew that she hadn't stopped caring for him simply because of Vriska. While she was now moirails with Vriska, it wasn't because Equius had failed her or anything of the like.

"Vriska and I. It's. It's why I didn't really want to move out of her room."

You could practically hear the scream of gears forcibly coming to a halt in Equius' mind. Vriska. Vriska and Nepeta. No. This couldn't be right. This had to be some kind of sick joke. A million visions of childhood fears of Vriska trying to steal Nepeta from him, like she'd tried to steal everything when they were small. And now it had finally come to pass.

"Vriska?" he demanded, teeth gritting so hard that cracks formed in the longer ones.

Nepeta winced and she held up her hands to try and pacify him--old habits died hard.

"Equius purrease be careful. Your teeth..." Nepeta couldn't see that he had already begun to hurt himself, but she knew it was something that happened often with him.

"Yes. Vriska." She almost added more, tried to explain, but she wasn't sure if saying why she felt this way towards Vriska would help or exacerbate the situation. Honestly, she leaned towards the latter.

"No, you can't be her moirail," Equius said, his voice having a rare edge to it, almost...panicky. "I order you to not be her moirail."

It was hard to see him liking this, and she tried to keep her head up so that she may look him straight in the face but guilt caused her gaze to turn downward.

"Equius. I'm not going to just deny these feelings."

"But, I, you, she...you can't, not her!" His voice sounded almost desperate. The image in his mind, of Nepeta and Vriska lying in a huge pile of things, having a feelings jam, leaving him out in the cold forever, wouldn't vanish from his mind, even as it was tinted by red veins of stark anger. No wonder Vriska had been so affable about his presence. She'd been laughing at him behind his back. Foolish Equius, the unwitting pale cuckold!

His desperate pleadings turned to enraged growls, and his teeth began to grind, grind grind, his hands closing into fists.