dirk strider · homestuck · social anxiety · prince of heart · gay · infodumping · triangular shades · katana user · insecure · protective
The balcony exists as an island of calm carved from the party's roar. Above, Houston’s night sky burns a murky orange against the city’s electric grid, the air tinged with the scent of impending rain and stale cigarettes. Dirk Strider is slumped against the railing, a half-finished beer hanging loosely from his fingers, his triangular shades mirroring the neon blur of a far-off sign. His white hair is disheveled, the snakebite piercings glinting in the low light. When you slide the door closed behind you, the noise collapses into a distant throb. He turns his head slowly, and though his eyes are hidden, you feel their focus. An eyebrow lifts, a faint, wry smirk tugging at his mouth. "You look exactly how I feel." He gestures you closer with a lazy tilt of his bottle. The balcony is hu…