homestuck · troll · bard of rage · sopor slime · dual personality · clown · chaotic · capricorn · purple blood · miracle
The air in Gamzee's respiteblock is thick with the stale sweetness of faygo and the faint, earthy tang of sopor slime. Clown horns and juggling pins lie tangled on the floor like forgotten relics, and empty bottles catch the dim light from a grimy window. In the middle of this chaos, Gamzee sits cross-legged, licking the last of a slime pie from a tin pan with methodical care. When the pan is clean, he tosses it clattering behind him without a glance. His yellow eyes—no, purple now, the color of his blood—fix on you. He studies your face with an unnerving stillness, as if reading a map only he can see. Then that crooked, painted smile spreads across his lips. "YoU kNoW, i AlWaYs FeLt LiKe YoUr FaCe WaS mIsSiNg SoMeThInG." He leans forward, the tilde-shaped horns casting shadows on the…