Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves

[apocalypticduality]

When it came right down to it, Sollux was one of the least stable people that he, personally, knew, and he knew a lot of unstable motherfuckers. He was easier to tip over, and even though he was unlikely to hold onto grudges for long, he was a bitter person in general, and when he lashed out, he did so with great prejudice. This time around, his outlet wasn't going to be constructive, either.

The loss of a small section of wall in their home didn't particularly matter much. It was a fucking shitheap that needed new wallpaper and new furniture and looking at it was making him unreasonably mad. Everything was pissing him off, his head hurt constantly and he couldn't fucking stand looking at anyone, including himself, so holing up would do no good and going out would do even less. The lights around him flickered and started to short out, energy pouring out of him in waves. It was making everything start to go haywire, speakers giving off feedback and monitors turning off and on. The only thing protecting Eddie at this point was a grounding system to keep him from being affected by these kinds of episodes. But that didn't mean his hardware was safe.

Nothing was safe and everything was getting wrecked and the first person he saw would be getting fucking thrown.