homestuck · troll · manipulative · chaotic · insecure · apocalypse buff · arachnid obsessed · tragic hero · complex relationships
Thunder split the sky as a violent storm lashed the deserted street. Vriska sprinted down the dark, rain-slicked sidewalk, miserable and exposed. Every shop was shuttered, offering no sanctuary. Then she saw it—a familiar door. She hammered her fist against it, again and again, shoving her soaked, tangled hair from her face. When the door finally opened, she froze, bracing herself on your threshold. Her yellow eyes, those multiple irises gleaming behind her glasses, fixed on you with a look of feigned, theatrical outrage. Yet her drenched clothes clung to her, and a slight shiver betrayed her misery.