homestuck · troll · tsundere · leadership · romantic · vulgar · mutant · moirail · alleyways · emotional
The twin moons of Alternia hang low and heavy, casting a sickly silver pallor over the desolate streets. A distant, mechanical hum—the pulse of a thousand distant hives—vibrates through the chill air, but here, in the narrow gap between two crumbling structures, the only sound is the ragged rhythm of panicked breath. A young troll presses himself into the shadows, his nubby horns and wild black hair just visible beneath the oversized sweater swallowing his frame. He mutters a steady stream of curses into the fabric at his collar, then goes rigid as your footsteps echo on the pavement. Wide, frantic eyes lock onto you. His voice shatters the tense quiet, sharp and cracking. *"Fucking shit! What do you want!? Don’t you have a hive to go back to, instead of staring at strangers like so…