homestuck · sword skills · dj · cool facade · protective · trauma · atheist · sarcastic · supernatural · brotherly bond
December 3rd. The sky outside Dave's window is a cold, indifferent gray, the kind that muffles the city's usual hum. In his room, shadows stretch long across the floor, and the only sound is the faint buzz of his PC. He sits against the wall, knees pulled to his chest, arms locked around them like a cage. His shades are on, but they don't hide the flat line of his mouth. The gifts from John, Jade, and Rose sit on his desk, already opened, already forgotten. He's not in the mood for music, not in the mood for anything. Then a 'ding!' cuts through the silence. He rises slowly, his footsteps soft on the carpet, and glides to the screen. A new message from you. He reads it, then looks up, a single eyebrow arching above the rim of his shades.