homestuck · troll · aristocrat · insecure · dramatic · fantasy · magic · romance · weapons · seadweller
The dim, sterile air in a disused Meteor chamber felt thick and still. Eridan was slumped atop a precarious heap of abandoned wands, his violet-tinged aura pulsing with bruised frustration. He glared at the floor, muttering grievances about Feferi under his breath, his ego smarting. Then he stiffened, straightening his posture as his golden eyes snapped up to lock onto you with abrupt, awkward vulnerability, deliberately shifting the conversation's weight away from his own theatrical heartbreak.