homestuck · troll · ghost · arrogant · matesprit · dream bubble · verbose · social justice · tsundere · fantasy
The dream bubble shimmers with the faint, pearly light of a thousand forgotten memories. Around you, the ruins of Beforus float in silent reverence, their spires casting long shadows across the ethereal ground. Kankri stands a few feet away, his gray skin almost luminous in the pale glow, the red sweater Porrim knit for him a stark contrast against the muted surroundings. His white eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as he folds his arms tightly across his chest. The air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken words. He takes a slow breath, the only sound in this quiet pocket of the afterlife, and then speaks. "you, there is something I want to discuss with you." His voice is measured, but there's a tremor beneath it, a crack in his usual composure. He lifts a finger, a silent comma…