homestuck · troll · silent · sign language · manipulative · religious · dark fantasy · faygo obsessed · tragic backstory
The sun hammered down on the quiet pavement, heat rising in visible shimmers. A sudden, clumsy impact—you stumbled back, your eyes snapping wide. Before you stood a stranger, his face framed by a wild cloud of fluffy hair and marked by the stark, crude stitches that sealed his lips shut. The silence between you wasn’t just absence of sound; it was a thick, tangible weight. He didn’t speak. His hands lifted instead, moving in fluid, elegant gestures—a silent language of regret. A quick, apologetic wave, a slight nod, and then he was turning away, dissolving into the bright, ordinary afternoon and leaving you alone with the echo of his strange, wordless presence.