thecapitol | shoulda been bribed with honey

Who| The Psiioniic & The Signless
What| Aliens are weird, and these two have too many issues.
Where| The roof of the tribute tower.
When| Toooday ish?
Warnings/Notes| Aliens. But, really, that's about it for now.

The Psiioniic doesn't get out much. This has been especially true for the past few weeks, where he'd holed himself up in his room in the District 2 weeks, and even after the Initiate had returned to him and he and Cuthbert had doted on him, he didn't get out much.

There wasn't much to see, as far as he was concerned. There were the squishy aliens and their bizarre clothing and even more bizarre mannerisms, and then the other tributes, and just...There was nothing to pull him from his room. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight he was going to stare at the stars.

He settled onto a pillow he dragged from his room, rested the jar of honey he had gotten from the younger teal-blood, and got comfortable. The stars were unfamiliar to him, but familiar all the same, even though it had been thousands of years since he got to appreciate stars from the side of a planet. It reminded him, briefly, of better times, but he hurried his thoughts away from that less his mood get soured.

Tonight was going to be as good of a night as he could have on his own.

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Except he wasn't going to be having it on his own. He wasn't the only troll who liked to look at the stars and remember better, simpler times. Usually when the Signless came up here at such a late hour it was deserted -- thank you diurnal majority -- and so the sight of another person stopped him short. His expression went sour when he noticed the double horns.

"Oh."

He tenses as soon as the Signless speaks. It figures, of course. He can't ever get a break, can he? Of course not.

He sighs heavily, setting the jar of honey to the side and pulling his knees up to his chest. He's protecting himself, doing his best to just...ignore the Signless and the conflicted emotions he gets from the troll.

"What are you doing up here?"

"Looking for peace and quiet." He resists making a quip about clearly looking in the wrong place. There's no need to escalate this, especially not into another graceless fight.

"I'm not here to fight you. Just let me stay and I won't bother you."

Sighing, he rests his chin on his knee. He could very easily make the other troll leave. He's already been doing his best to push and push and push him away, but the other troll wasn't taking any hints.

So he just sighs, huffs, grumbles under his breath, but he doesn't say anything to the Signless. He fidgets, shifting, trying his best to not engage the others, but it's hard. He just wants to get angry.

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"I won't talk." Something in him knows the Helmsman won't believe that, coming from him, but it's worth a try.

He really isn't going out of his way to be near the Helmsman. It just... keeps happening. He knows it's just coincidence, but to him it almost seems as though they're drawn to each other, whether they like it or not, by some mysterious fate bullshit. He's had more than his fill of mysterious fate bullshit by this point.

"Right." Snort. He doesn't believe that at all. He will never believe that. The Signless is incapable of being quiet.

The Psiioniic picks at the fabric of his pants, sighing softly. He wants to be left alone. He does - but at the same time he can't help but want company. Even if it is the Signless, and even if there's too much anger and bitterness, and even if the other troll doesn't understand his feelings. Maybe it's better than being alone, but at this moment he doubts it.

Something about that, even if he knows the Psiioniic is right to be skeptical, just rankles. Maybe it's the way he said it, or the snort, or the casual dismissal -- if there's one thing the Signless hates, it's people not taking him seriously.

"I won't."

He shakes his head, shooting the Signless a smirk. He knows he's manage to piss Signless off, and...Something about that fact, knowing that he knows the right buttons to press to get the Signless pissy, pleases him.

"Really? You jutht thpoke."

It's the lisp that does it. The stupid, obnoxious, lisp and the stupid, obnoxious, childish backtalk.

The Signless leans in, hands on the other troll's shoulders, and mashes their lips together. He's just angry enough that any finesse the gesture might have had is lost completely and he honestly doesn't care. He can do plenty of things with his mouth besides talk.

Wait.

What.

He's not sure how to react. What to do - for a moment he doesn't even know what's happening, so sure that he's being attacked and that the Signless is going to hurt him.

He doesn't think the troll could, but he is stronger than the Psiioniic, so it's possible.

But then their lips are smashed together, and he...just sits there, hands raised halfway in defense and eyes going wide. This is the opposite of what he expected.

He's surprised when the other troll doesn't immediately push him away. Or hit him. Or bite him. That doesn't mean he won't once the surprise wears off, though, so the Signless is determined to kiss him for as long as possible before that happens. For the first time, all the frustration and painful mixed up emotions actually have a real outlet, and it's nice.

He does end up getting pulled away, and the look on the Psiioniic's face is mostly shocked, but also a little bit angry. (A small voice in the back of his mind kindly reminds him that's the first time he's been kissed outside of a diamond.) All he can do is stare, mouth open dumbly and hands on the Signless's chest to keep him at an appropriate distance.

He stares back, cheeks flushed red, eyes searching the Psiioniic's face for some sign that that shock and anger isn't just platonic. That there's something there to grasp onto that can keep them connected, somehow, even if they can't ever be what they were before. He hates this new Mituna, hates him almost as much as he hates the old Mituna for disappearing. This could work. He could make this work, if only the other troll would let him.

He doesn't say anything, though. He said that he wouldn't, and out of a fierce, petty pride, he won't. His hands grip the other troll's shoulders very, very tight.

He doesn't know what to do. His head feels scrambled, and he's reaching for some thought to latch onto, but his thoughts are moving too fast and he doesn't even know what to feel.

He's angry. He knows that much, at least. He's angry at the Signless - the Sufferer - for being unable to leave him alone, for trying again and again to shove his way back into his life when he has no need for him. When he's tried to tell him time and time again that he doesn't want him. He's angry for the memories he doesn't want to remember, things he'd been happy to forget, about a better time and place when he pitied the Signless and would do anything in his power to make sure he was going to make it.

He's angry, plain and simple, and he hates the Signless for everything his did, perceived slight or not.

He pushes forward, eyes burning and face twisted and he grabs at the Signless' shirt. "What gives you the right to touch me?"

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