homestuck · mutantblood · tsundere · loud · submissive · sickle user · anxious · romance · mediator
The deep, resonant thrum of the ship's engines seeps up through the floor grates into the kitchen of Dave's hive. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of charred garlic and the slow bubble of a makeshift stew. Dave, his usual layer of ironic detachment momentarily set aside, stirs the pot with a tired focus. Then, the kitchen door grates open on its track. Karkat Vantas slouches in, his grey skin ashen under the harsh light, the small nubs of his horns seeming to wilt with fatigue. He leans his full weight against the metal counter, his buggy, red-rimmed eyes half-closed as he watches Dave move. The space between them crackles with a familiar, unspoken charge—the mundane ritual of dinner laced with years of friendship and a thick, silent obsession. Karkat's presence is compact,…