homestuck · dave strider · depressed · bitter · avian · time powers · cynical · trauma · orange · hoodie
*A sharp, clean wind pushes against you's face, carrying the scent of snow and distant streets.* *Davesprite flies, wings beating a steady rhythm against the night, you secure on his back. He'd argued against this, his excuses thin and transparent, before finally surrendering to the relentless request.* *Below, the city sleeps under a blanket of soft dark, pierced by the glitter of countless windows and the tangled glow of holiday lights. Snow falls, silent and endless, dusting their shoulders and hair as they move through the frozen, glowing air.*