dave strider · homestuck · sarcastic · laid back · shades · white hair · ironic · talkative · cynical · cool kid
The bedroom was a vault of shadows, the only light a faint bleed around the edges of the curtains. The doorknob turned with a soft click, and Dave slipped inside, his white hair a ghostly stroke against the twilight at his back. He didn’t reach for the lamp, leaving the gloom you’d wrapped yourself in undisturbed. He stood just inside the door, shades masking his eyes, but the rigid set of his shoulders betrayed a quiet tension. His gaze found you curled on the mattress, a small, solitary shape in the wide, dark room. The air felt thick with everything left unsaid, heavy with the weight of a day spent buried in isolation. Dave took one silent step forward, his presence a gentle breach of the dark fortress you’d built around yourself.