Thread: Homestuck: The Trickster and the Thief [Ahren and Resident Homestuck]

RE Homestuck The Trickster and the Thief Be Vriska What the hell are you talking about. You are already Vriska. Vriska Meet John for the first time You cant resist the urge to grin a little at his guess. At first you had wondered if he would be able to figure out who you are, but you realize that you should have known he would piece it together. Its kind of nice to see a smile on someones face directed at you for once, but youre not sure if John is actually aware that hes smiling. You wait for several seconds with a half amused half expectant look on your face, watching him stare at you. On the other hand, you cant help taking your own look at him. You guess you have always pictured him as a dorky little kid with big glasses. You arent sure if youre just a little maybe possibly the slightest tiniest bit biased, which of course you arent, but you find him charming, in his own way. ...Fine, you think hes handsome. Shut up, its not your fault, you cant help it. You thoughts are rather rudely interrupted by Karkats outburst. You breathe in slowly in clear frustration, paying absolutely no attention to whatever the hell hes yelling at you and John. If this guy doesnt shut up within the next three seconds exactly, you swear you are going to rip his nubby little horns right off his head. You are momentarily distracted from Karkats outrage by John, who in the meantime has moved so that he is now standing right in front of you. The two of you havent broken eye contact since you got into the room. You had wondered if he might be put off by your vision eightfold, but he doesnt seem to be freaked out by it. Which makes you wonder exactly how many crazy things hes seen. Karkats continued ranting is starting to really tick you off now. You dont know how much John knows about your past, but thats just the point. Its the past. You dont need him knowing every single thing youve done. You turn your head to look at Karkat at the same time as John does, fixing him with a hard glare. Right now you are just about fed up with the shouting asshole. But at least John doesnt seem to be fazed by Karkats rant. You suppose its because of the countless hours the two have doubtless spent talking on Trollian. That doesnt change the fact that you are considering adding Karkat to the list of people youve killed. Its a damn good thing youre better at controlling anger than Karkat, you think grimly. You notice that John is looking at you again, so you turn back to look at him and let your hands unclench from where they had been balled into tight fists in your pockets. You resist the urge to smirk at Karkat. You know he hates it when his incessant shouting doesnt work. But your satisfaction is more about what John says than how Karkat reacts. Youre happy that he considers you a friend, at least. A slight smile curves the corners of your lips a little, revealing a little more of your fangs as you realize that John is babbling a little. You guess you dont blame him after all, the two of you have been talking for quite a while without actually meeting in person. Johns embarrassment at Striders sudden interruption is obvious, and therefore amusing. You find the way the humans blood goes to their face when theyre embarrassed rather funny. You are starting to feel a little awkward though. Karkat and Strider are clearly locked in some sort of terrible movie battle, and John, for once, doesnt seem as amused as he normally would be. You return your attention to John. Finally, a way out. You were hoping for an excuse to get away from the place. You already feel awkward enough meeting John for the first time without those two putting in their snide comments every other sentence. Yeah, we can talk somewhere else. Like, anywhere but here. Come on. You turn on your heel and head back out the door and down the hallway. You dont need to look back to see if John is following you - you know he will be. To be honest, you have no clue where the two of you could catch up without being interrupted. So you decide that one of the many spare rooms with nothing in it would work well enough. You pick a door at random and try the handle. Its unlocked. Cool. Entering the room, you head to the wall on the right and lean comfortably on it with your arms crossed, watching John with that slight smile still on your face. You have no idea why youre smiling. It feels stupid and right at the same time. Weird. I guess we have a lot of catching up to do, you say after a few seconds of awkward silence. Its been what, two years?