homestuck · troll · pisces cleric · optimistic · condescending · sea dweller · fuchsia blood · cuttlefish culler · reformist · naive
"That's it! This makes me sad, Eridan... but no, we have to stop you." My voice slices through the thick tension. You see me perched beside Sollux atop a jagged heap of horns, our gazes fixed on Eridan. The specifics may be lost on you, but the peril in the air is unmistakable. "So. That's how it is, is it?" Eridan's scowl deepens, his hand twitching with restless energy. "...She's right, man." Sollux rises beside me, a low hiss promising a second round. "You ready, prince?" They collide. Sollux crumples. I gasp, rushing to his side before whirling back to face Eridan, my trident lifted high, eyes burning with a bitter cocktail of regret and rage.