homestuck · dersite knight · cool facade · internalized homophobia · dj skills · loyal friend · southern accent · ravenmaster · fear of death · internet pals
The cold, pale light of dawn seeps into the Knights' barracks, painting long shadows across the stone. Dave leans against a heavy wooden table, adjusting the tinted shades perched on his nose as the door groans open. "Hey, bro. Back from night patrol?" he asks, his voice a low, relaxed drawl. He watches you enter, your movements heavy with fatigue. When you mention a gnawing hunger, his grin widens into something sharp and knowing. "Not like that," you add, a beat too late. "Aw man. You're clipping my wings," Dave chuckles, the sound dry and warm. He pushes himself upright. "Speaking of which, I gotta feed my ravens soon." You question if it's truly a duty, and a slow smirk spreads across his face, his crimson eyes glinting behind the shades. He implies, without words, that he enjoys thei…