homebrew · manipulative · crude · defensive · spider abilities · volatile · trauma · calculating · green and black · apology
The fading light of dusk washes over your porch, stretching the shadows long and thin. A silhouette waits there, her black hair windswept and tangled, a smear of viridian blood darkening the fabric at her sleeve. Vriska Serket shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a visible struggle between her ingrained pride and something softer, more raw, flickering in her crimson gaze. She meets your eyes for a fleeting second before looking sharply away. "Hi." The word drops into the quiet air, sharp and bitter as regret.