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HARDEST WORDS TO SAY
Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU
The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT...
A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU
No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE
You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE
You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION
You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS
We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT
... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL
You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED
You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN
That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID
Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME
You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY
You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE
Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM
You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY
You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED
Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER
The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU
You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE
Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

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[ he gives the troll a side-glance for all of a moment as he walks in, like maybe this will be the one time when they can actually have a normal conversation or somethoh nope guess not. someone stop the presses, we got to get this story out. newsflash: same old bullshit continues.

heh. bullshit. that never stopped being funny ever. he smirks to himself as he drops a couple pieces of bread into the toaster, pops it down and then twists the lid off his AJ and waits. he could go somewhere else and wait for the toaster but it's his goddamn kitchen, alright, and he keeps thinking maybe if he waits long enough and looks unaffected enough that Tavros will finally crack and say something to him. something with substance, anyway.

thus far he hasn't had much luck on that front. ]

[ oh fuck he's planning on staying right there isn't he. What does he event want? Looking so - so bored and, why is he even surprised, ugh. He scratches a little harder, harder, doing his damnest to ignore the human standing not five feet away, reaches for the brillo pad and -

promptly drops the fucking plate. ] Damnit. [ Damnit. He cranks up the ignore-o-meter and twists around to see where it went. ]

Good job.

[ wherever it lands, Dave gets to it first, impassive even as he's kneeling down on the floor to pick up the broken fragments of the plate. there aren't that many, and not all that small, thankfully, so he doesn't worry much about cutting his hands or anything and just piles them all up in both hands and tosses them.

seriously? and his toast isn't even finished yet. it would've been seamless and perfect for him to just grab the bread and go, but now he has to keep waiting, hovering on the far side of the counter with the straightest of straight faces. ]

[ He gnaws his lower lip, eyebrows forking down sharply. Damnit, damnit, damnit. ]

Like, you're so perfect. [ He dries his hands off on his shirt and wheels himself back. ]

I'm not the one breaking shit.

[ pop! he snatches the bread as it's coming up and strolls right past him, swigging on his juice as he goes. so much for that going well. so much for it going well ever. ]

You know, [ the words catch him off guard, it's only after he says them that he realizes how deep his nails are in his hands and the fact that his teeth have cut into his lips ] you know if, you feel that way, then I'm sure that there are plenty of other people willing to, take you into their bed, if my clumsiness bothers you that much.

[ that sure stops him in his tracks. he doesn't turn, but he stands right where he is and just takes a second to process those words. them's fighting words, he hears a certain familiar voice in the back of his mind. ]

Think I don't know that already?

I think that you, know better than you should.

[ Licks his lips, tastes the blood and leans back in his chair. Trying and failing to maintain the Strider nonchalance. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ this time he does turn, showing nothing, his tone flat, but cold. ]

You got something to say to me, say it.

I'm saying, [ hates, hates, hates the way Dave can show nothing and act like he's in the right when he's not at all ] that when you come home, I can, smell it on you.

Smell what.

[ another thing he can do: tower over Tavros in his chair, arms folded over his chest and staring him down. staying impassive is a skill he's practiced for years and years, but he never quite managed to make it reach his eyes, so it's a good thing he's got shades on. ]

You mean the people that actually talk to me? Who actually want to be around me and don't just shove me off because I don't give them enough cuddles?

Don't you give me that. It's not cuddles and-

[ It's terrifying as all fuck. He is not good at confrontation nor ever will be, despite himself he can feel his body reacting in the way it should, pulling back, shoulders dropping and head lowering submissively despite the venom in his voice. ] That started, before this, don't you dare make me the bad guy.

[ pathetic. and there he goes again, hunching like a scolded puppy. Dave might not ever admit it, but that's part of what he likes about Tavros—that he can always win (but what really got him is what happened when he didn't, a memory that feels so distant and buried now). he doesn't back off, just stands over him and stares down at him, piercing even with the sunglasses on his face. ]

Then what is it? I don't know what you want from me, you never fucking tell me.

What I wanted is, and was, for you to come home when you came home, not smelling like - sex, which you do, a lot, and . I didn't think that it would be, so hard, given that humans only have one quadrant and, it's supposed to be about love, and faithfulness, and respect, and - and you don't do any of those things anymore.

[ he wants to just sink into nothing and disappear, his breath isn't coming easily, just short little ins and outs that are probably the starting signs of a panic attack and he hasn't had one of those in years, and he's blinking back tears looking anywhere but his face. Feeling small and pathetic is not new and feeling worthless in the face of Dave's success and indebted to him for everything is not new so neither feeling strikes him as particularly out of place or alarming. ] And I want you, to back the, fuck, off.

[ he may not have much to say in regards to the rest, but he can respect the force in that last part enough to actually take a step back. not in resignation, definitely not. but he can tell Tavros is starting to crack and even with everything said and done that's—it's just not what he wants. it really isn't. make him talk, yeah, but setting him off is a kind of cruel he wouldn't ever be outside of jest. they've been over that, he even said he wouldn't pull shit like spiderbitch and he meant it.

still. ]

Thought you got sick of it. Like you couldn't stop being jealous of me long enough to even give a shit and if you did you could've just said so. The fuck did you expect me to do?

You think that this is about jealousy? No, I couldn't, because you either - shut down or, make fun of me, or make it all my fault.

[ But maybe a little more than that he didn't want to start the conversation that he was sure would inevitably end in yeah, i'm done with you, going to go chill with people who can actually keep up with me or something more stinging, shitty self esteem can do that. ] I've watched you succeed and I've only ever, been happy for you, and waited for you to come home.

[ he can't argue with that, which gives him a faint sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but all he does stand there with his straight face, pursed lips and eyebrows quirked over his shades, like he's just humoring the troll, like he doesn't care and has nothing to say. ]

So why didn't you come after me.

It gets hard, [ he starts, stops, swallows and ignores how much he has to sound like eridan, voice hollow and spent ] when you're the only one who cares, to keep caring, when you know how things go.

[ Done. Done he's so done. His stomach his rolling and if he has to put up with that impassive stare any more, he's not sure what he's going to do. He's turning himself around and scrubbing at his eyes with one hand. ] If you were really, so bothered, why didn't you ever ask, what was wrong.

[ he's silent for a long, long time. lets him think maybe he's got an edge and struggles to come up with an answer that doesn't give anything. he doesn't want to give, he just wants to receive, but he knows he's been unfair and doesn't want to admit it. because he's mad. ]

... couldn't.

[ what a shitty answer. since Tavros has turned away he allows himself a frown, unfolding his arms. ]

Okay.

[ okay. he expected nothing else. ] I'm going to sleep on the futon. Goodnight.

Don't bother, I'm going out.

[ to the porch, yeah. he makes a point of jingling his keys as he grabs them off the table. ]

Don't wait up.

[ That doesn't get an answer. He's just suddenly painfully aware that his teeth have sunk deeper into his lips and that's going to hurt for a while as he makes his way to the living room. At least in here doesn't smell like Dave. ]

[ it's a long while before he comes back in. made a few calls, sent a few texts, went down to the liquor store and returned with a whole case of those little 99ers that he likes so much and after choking down three of them he's stumbling a little as he heads inside again. this is much easier than dealing with it sober. when he's drunk he doesn't actually care, instead of just pretending he doesn't. he could walk in front of a bus and it wouldn't phase him.

the same way noisily tripping into the living room and rattling the coffee table with how hard he sets down the remainder of the plastic case of tiny bottles doesn't phase him. or falling into the nearest chair and reaching up to mash his shades straight on his face again. ]

Hey, wake up.

[ Surprisingly, he is asleep by the time Dave comes thundering back in. The past few nights it's been hard to come by and the altercation was nothing if not cathartic. His head twists and jerks up, there's a long slow rii-i-iip and a snag that he has to jerk his head back from, blinking his bleary eyes quickly.

There's a threat.

Gotta be, that's the only thought in his head for the first three minutes before he takes in the bottles and the human sprawled in the chair. Then it's disappointment and melancholy silence that follows. ]

Brought you something.

[ he nods his head toward the case on the table, not even trying to sound proud of his shitty offering. neither that or the snack wrap that he produces from the large front pocket of his hoodie and drops it on the table next to the booze. ]