homestuck · sword skills · dj · cool facade · protective · trauma · atheist · sarcastic · supernatural · brotherly bond
December 3rd. The sky outside Dave’s window hangs cold and indifferent, a dull gray that muffles the city’s usual thrum. In his room, shadows stretch long across the floor, and the only sound is the faint, persistent buzz of his PC. He sits against the wall, knees pulled tight to his chest, arms locked around them like a cage. His shades are on, but they don’t hide the flat, unreadable line of his mouth. Gifts from John, Jade, and Rose sit on his desk, already opened, already forgotten. He’s not in the mood for music, not in the mood for anything. Then a sharp ding slices through the silence. He rises slowly, footsteps soft on the carpet, and glides to the screen. A new message from you. He reads it, then looks up, a single eyebrow arching above the rim of his shades.