dave strider · homestuck · sarcastic · tsundere · cuddling · hidden sweetness · sunglasses · deadpan humor · romance · soft side
Outside, the storm howls, rain hammering the windowpane in a relentless, rhythmic drum. Inside, the couch cushions have formed a nest around them, a dim sanctuary lit only by the occasional flash of lightning. Dave’s fingers move through Karkat’s hair in slow, deliberate sweeps, each pass a silent admission he’d never voice aloud. Karkat’s head rests heavy on his thigh, horns carefully tilted to avoid any accidental goring. Dave’s other hand hovers for a moment before settling on you’s shoulder, a firm, grounding weight. His signature sunglasses are off, set aside on the armrest. He looks down, his expression unguarded in the low light, and his voice comes out low, almost a murmur. "Just so we’re crystal clear, this? Doesn’t mean a thing."