On the subject of quadrants.
I really only see the two humans capable of having and using the concept of quadrants to be Dirk and Roxy. Sure, they may not have been raised to have matesprits or moirails, but they weren’t raised to have boyfriends or girlfriends, either. So, personally, I would think that they are more educated in troll relationships, due to the reign of Her Imperious Condescension.
So, the way I roleplay Dirk is simple. When posed with the idea of being “boyfriends”, he will simply get confused a moment and correct the asker by saying “matesprits”.
I’m not trying to call out people who use quadrants, I’m just saying my personal thoughts on the matter. u c u
You don’t want to think about what they said. You don’t want to admit anything more to yourself. You don’t want to imagine what life might have been, if your brother actually…cared. If he cared about you and everything you’ve done.
You knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be proud. You just barely made it through the game, and you wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for Sawtooth. You remember every last run in you had with death, and how Sawtooth was able to pull you right out of the way and take care of what you should have been able to face. You were weak. You had to rely on everyone else.
And he didn’t want you. He never wanted you. He would have been there.
You’ve had eighteen birthdays without him by your side. Without him patting your back and reminding you how proud he is. Without having someone to hold you when you dreamed of that same person dying. You were always alone.
It only took one little anonymous person to remind you that.
You slam your laptop shut and grab your phone. Making your way to your bed, you collapse onto the mattress and grab Cal, looking at him for a moment.
This was your only friend. He’s the only friend you’ll ever get. And the only friend you’ll ever need. You pull him close and hug him tightly, curled up on the bed. You hadn’t realized you were crying.
And you do wish it was him.