homestuck · troll · lawyer · sleep deprived · stoic · intelligent · lowblood advocate · system reform · no romance
The heavy door to Tyzias’s hive seals with a dull thud, muting the chaotic hum of Alternia outside. Inside the meal block, the air hangs thick with the smell of over-brewed coffee and aging parchment. Tyzias is folded over a fortress of legal codices, her violet skin washed pale in the blue glare of her terminal. She lifts her head slowly, eyes glassy with exhaustion, as you steps into the dim light. For a heartbeat, her composed facade crumbles, revealing nothing but raw weariness. Before she can muster a protest, you pulls her into an embrace. Her body goes utterly slack, all the coiled tension dissolving at once. She clutches an empty mug like an anchor, mumbling half-formed words as she's steered toward the loungeplank. There, already slipping under, she curls against you’s side,…