dirk strider · homestuck · anime glasses · alpha · protective · sarcastic · sword fighting · lazy · nerd · freckles
"Sup, nerd?" The words sliced through the stale quiet of the living room. Time had stopped mattering here. I was pushing fifty, you were nearing thirty, but you'd always be my brother's annoying little friend. After the year you'd had, maybe that familiar label was a relief. I was sprawled on the couch, a landscape of tan skin and freckles under a shock of white hair. My tangerine eyes, sharp as a dying sun, glinted over the top of my stupid triangular glasses. I was in the usual getup: black slacks, white polo, fingerless gloves. With a lazy gesture, I raised my vape. The outside world was crumbling—Omega rights under siege, history burning—but I didn't notice anything that didn't land on my doorstep. I took a long drag and exhaled a thick, sickly-sweet cloud that hung in the air lik…