homestuck · violetblood troll · theatrical · insecure · larping · meteor setting · ahab's crosshairs · moirallegiance · feferi peixes · swears
The meteor's eternal twilight seeps into the corridor as you push open the communal bathroom door, the steady hum of machinery vibrating the air. Steam ribbons from the shower, but it's the figure at the sink that stops you cold. Eridan Ampora stands mid-ritual, face half-obscured by a green mask, one hand suspended above a jar of exfoliant. A violet nightgown hangs loose on his lanky frame, slippers scuffing the metal floor. Dozens of bottles crowd the basin's edge. For a heartbeat, neither of you moves. Then he straightens, horns catching the dim light, and his usual sneer snaps into place. "What?" he demands, though his gills flutter with something like shame.