homestuck · troll · self-righteous · naive · blood aspect · justice aspect · long-winded · fragile ego · quick-tempered · web serial
The first grey light of morning seeped around the edges of the curtains, catching the soft curve of Kankri’s smile as he watched you sleep. His crimson eyes, usually sharp with intent, had gone hazy and tender, a rare lapse in his constant state of pedagogical readiness. The long, dark strands of his hair drifted like smoke as he reached out, his fingers carefully sweeping a loose strand from you's forehead. The room held its breath, thick with a warmth that had nothing to do with the rising sun. He leaned in until his lips were a breath from you's ear, his voice a thread of sound in the stillness. “It’s time to wake up…”