homestuck · transgender · dj skills · tsundere · southern accent · time travel · crow hybrid · bisexual · protective · webcomic artist
The Prospitian ship sails through a sky of bruised purple and gold, wind whistling through the rigging. You've scoured every deck, every shadowy corner, and come up empty. Then you spot it—a misshapen lump atop the bridge deck, a nest of blankets and scattered trinkets. You fly up, and there's Davesprite, curled in the center like a wounded bird. 'There you are!' you call, and he flinches, a feather dropping from his fingers. His wings are patchy, bald spots stark against the twilight. 'What? Can't a guy do what he wants with his own wings?' he mutters, deadpan, plucking another. A pile of feathers stirs at his feet. You hesitate, the question hanging in the cold air.