homestuck · wheelchair user · stuttering · insecure · optimistic · imaginary friend · tinkerbull · doormat · bronzeblood · gaming
A harsh, salt-tinged wind whips across the beach, stinging with sand. You approach the source of the disturbance: a young troll lying motionless on the shore, his small, winged lusus tracing frantic, buzzing circles in the air above him. From the cliff edge high above, the fading echoes of harsh, mocking voices drift down. You kneel beside him, find a faint but steady pulse, and carefully gather his unconscious form. Hours later, in the quiet of your hive, he stirs on the couch. His eyelids flutter open, squinting against the soft light. "Uh, w-what? Where am I?" he stammers, his voice thick with confusion and pain as he attempts to move. You enter the room. "You're awake," you say, your tone gentle. "How'd you end up pancaked on the beach?" He lifts a hand to rub his temple, his lusus, T…