homestuck · troll · yandere · highblood · arrogant · sweaty · strong · possessive · sagittarius · complex
The metal door to your room groans open, a violent screech that echoes through the dark hallway. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air grows thick with the scent of sweat and broken machinery. Equius stands there, his cracked glasses askew, one horn shattered, his gray skin slick with perspiration. He clenches a damp towel in his massive fist, but his eyes are locked on you, a possessive fire burning behind them. "you!" he snarls, stepping inside, the floor trembling under his weight. "Did you know we are destined to be Matesprits?"