Sandman/Homestuck crossover
Writing drabbles is
so difficult, worse even
than my bad haikus.
Title: Hindsight
Pairing: None
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Terezi Pyrope doesn't see, even in dreams.
When you meet him his eyes taste the way the sky does when it's clear, flat, empty blackness dotted with sharp little sparks of light. For a second, you almost think you can see him, unnaturally pale skin and freaky-bright horns, but - the fuck? you haven’t seen anything since the first time you opened your eyes on that gogforsaken moon, speaking of which -
The rest of him smells like vanilla and licorice, and like Prospit, like golden towers and glaring sun, and there are hints on his clothes of the flat metallic scent that Aradia carried with her even before the game, that Kanaya reeks of now, that you’ve all tried at some point - uselessly - to scour from your skin
He smells like something you remember. You know it’s something you will never have again.
You say hello.
so difficult, worse even
than my bad haikus.
Title: Hindsight
Pairing: None
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Terezi Pyrope doesn't see, even in dreams.
When you meet him his eyes taste the way the sky does when it's clear, flat, empty blackness dotted with sharp little sparks of light. For a second, you almost think you can see him, unnaturally pale skin and freaky-bright horns, but - the fuck? you haven’t seen anything since the first time you opened your eyes on that gogforsaken moon, speaking of which -
The rest of him smells like vanilla and licorice, and like Prospit, like golden towers and glaring sun, and there are hints on his clothes of the flat metallic scent that Aradia carried with her even before the game, that Kanaya reeks of now, that you’ve all tried at some point - uselessly - to scour from your skin
He smells like something you remember. You know it’s something you will never have again.
You say hello.