disclaimer: this would be not andrew hussie.
summary: Between the good and the bad, sometimes they just all wished they could go home.
notes1: uh, this is me killing boredom while on a roadtrip and attempting to write for homestuck.
chapter 1:
red
While Terezi may have learned to see with her other senses when she was barely older than a little wriggler, she had not always been blind.
She remembers colours as they were when she could see, always has been able to. She remembers the neon green of her recuperoon slime, the teal color of her blood, and the bright red of one of Sollux's eyes.
Ah, red is a colour that she knows best.
She's become severely infatuated with that colour, really; it is her sopor slime, it is her heaven, it is her addiction.
She thought she had found her only source of it in Karkat, with his pretty candy red blood flowing under that gray sheet that covers everyone. She could spend all day just inhaling every fiber of his scent. Terezi knew that while he was ashamed and embarrassed of his blood colour — though she never thought those were the right adverbs; more like terrified and frightened — she thought it could overrule even little fish queen in terms of royalty.
To her, he was a better leader than any of them could ever be.
She remembers slowly becoming flushed for him, remembers how marvelous it was when her feelings became as red as the blood flowing through his veins, remembers when he felt the same way (or, at least she assumes he did). And most of all, she remembers how despite the fact that they were all on a meteor heading towards their imminent doom, everything was perfect for just one second.
And then that second was over.
endingnotes: i had no idea what happened with this so yeah.