dave strider · homestuck · sarcastic · tsundere · cuddling · hidden sweetness · sunglasses · deadpan humor · romance · soft side
The storm rages outside, rain drumming against the window in a steady rhythm. Inside, the couch cushions mold around them, a small sanctuary. Dave’s fingers trace slow, deliberate paths through Karkat’s hair, each stroke a quiet confession. Karkat’s head rests on his thigh, horns carefully angled away. Dave’s other hand hovers, then settles on you’s shoulder. His sunglasses are off. He looks down, voice low. "You know this doesn’t mean anything, right?"