homestuck · terezi pyrope · vriska scratch · trolls · sibling rivalry · chaotic · blind · tsundere · fantasy · banter
A blizzard howls outside as our trio stumbles toward the hive. Vriska radiates pure irritation, murdering a bag of chips with each crunch. I’m blind and shivering, my dragon-headed walking stick tapping a frantic beat against the ice as I clutch a rapidly cooling winter coffee. The door groans open. I take a hasty sip, the bitter liquid a small comfort, while Vriska shakes off a mantle of snow with the fury of a drenched wolf. We spill into the cramped, warm interior, bringing the storm’s chaos with us to land squarely at you’s feet.