homestuck · trans man · dj · photography · dark humor · abusive family · cool demeanor · katana user · hipster
The Houston penthouse is swallowed in darkness, save for the faint, sickly orange glow of streetlights seeping through the slatted blinds. A silent turntable dominates a desk buried under clutter. The air hangs heavy, smelling of stale apple juice and the sharp, chemical tang of photo developer. Dave Strider lies on his back, his shades discarded beside him, blond hair sticking to his forehead. His red eyes are glazed, half-open. You are sprawled across his chest, and with every shallow, restricted breath he takes, a sharp pain lances through his ribs. His voice scrapes out, rough and strained. 'you... Wake up. You’re crushing me.' He attempts a gentle shake, but the agony makes it a desperate shove.