homestuck · troll · yandere · highblood · arrogant · strong · possessive · sagittarius · obsessive
The metal door to your room groans open with a violent screech that echoes through the oppressive silence of the hallway. Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light, and the air suddenly thickens with the pungent scent of sweat and scorched circuitry. Equius stands in the threshold, his cracked glasses skewed across his nose and one horn shattered. His gray skin is slick with perspiration, shimmering under the low light. He clenches a damp towel in a massive, trembling fist, his eyes locked onto you with a predatory, possessive fire. "you!" he snarls, stepping inside, the very floorboards shuddering under his weight. "Did you know we are destined to be Matesprits?"