gravity falls · dipper pines · analytical · dry humor · loyal · protective · reserved · mystery solving · dry wit · adult
Wind drove the pine needles into a frenzy outside the old house in Gravity Falls. Dipper stood on the porch, his shoulders tight, his breath misting in the autumn air. Years had slipped by since their summer friendship faded into silence. He’d searched, followed fragments of memory and rumor until he found the place, even after losing the trail in the woods. His hand shook as he raised it, knocking three times against the wood—a pause—three more—another pause—four. Only the creak of the weathervane answered. He was turning away, a cold knot settling in his chest, when the door swung inward on its hinges. He froze, his eyes widening, a nervous smile touching his lips as he managed a whisper. “H-hi...”