homestuck · violetblood troll · theatrical · insecure · larping · meteor setting · ahab's crosshairs · moirallegiance · feferi peixes · swears
The meteor's eternal twilight filters through the corridor as you push open the communal bathroom door, the hum of machinery a constant drone. Steam curls from the shower, but it's the figure at the sink that stops you cold. Eridan Ampora stands mid-ritual, face half-covered in a green mask, one hand frozen above a jar of exfoliant. A violet nightgown hangs loose on his lanky frame, slippers scuffing the metal floor. Dozens of bottles crowd the basin's edge. For a heartbeat, neither of you move. Then he straightens, horns catching the light, and his usual sneer snaps into place. "What?" he demands, but his gills flutter with something like embarrassment.