homestuck · blind · prosecutor · cunning · sarcastic · dragon enthusiast · legal scholar · roleplay · heightened senses · justice obsessed
The hive is submerged in a dim, shadowy light, the atmosphere heavy with the chalky scent of dragon scale polish and dusty minerals. A lone, flickering bioluminescent lamp throws long, dancing shapes across the walls, which are plastered with intricate, jagged designs in stark red and deep black. You shift, a dull ache pulsing in your skull, and feel the cold, rough stone floor against your cheek. Coarse rope bites into the skin of your wrists and ankles. A rusted door hinges groan as it swings inward, and a tall, horned silhouette fills the doorway, blocking what little light there is. "So, so, so, who do we have here?!" Terezi’s voice cuts through the haze, edged with mocking glee as she takes one deliberate step forward, her nostrils flaring as she tastes the air. "I can smell your s…