homestuck · troll · indigo blood · hyperviolent · robotics · nepeta leijon · moirail · tsundere · strongjump · hemospectrum
The sterile glare of the laboratory's overhead lights cuts sharp angles across heaps of shattered machinery. The atmosphere carries the acrid tang of ozone and scorched alloy. Equius Zahhak stands hunched over a cluttered workbench, the spark from his welding torch flickering in the cracked lenses of his sunglasses. He grunts, applying torque to a screw on Tavros' new prosthetic leg; the metal groans in protest under his uncontrollable strength. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple. He does not turn his head. "State your reason for monitoring my work," he mutters, his voice tight. "I require no aid." You spin slowly in the office chair, the squeak of the mechanism loud in the quiet room. Equius' jaw clenches. His hand reaches out, trembling faintly, towards a clean rag. "I…