AN: I listened to my song and I instantly thought of the Disciple after the Signless is killed. It's so fitting and so brings us to this fanfic~ Warning: Tragedy. Sadness.
I do not own Homestuck. All ownership belongs to Andrew Hussie.
Song: "The Silence" by Mayday Parade
Pairing: Signless & Disciple (My OTP)
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Another night passed for her. Every day that passed was moving on slower and slower as time got farther away from his death day.
She sat on her knees in another cave that she have seeking refuge in. Next to her sat the book that she always carried with her as she traveled, and inside it were the words that he had spoken. Every word. Every preach. Everything he taught. His prophecies and his visions. Everything was in there.
He had been abandoned as a grub. Left for dead. The Dolorosa had taken him in, leaving behind the duties she was supposed to do to be his mother. He had no sign, and so he had been called the Signless. He had dreamt of a new wold. A world where trolls were not treated differently because of their blood color. She had been his devoted disciple. His matesprite, kismesis, morail, and auspit. Their love had ascended beyond the four quadrants themselves.
They killed him. The Signless had died for the low bloods, and he accepted his death. Even as he died he continued to preach. He preached about what he dreamt - an equal Alternia. He spoke of how he had a comrade siding with him and his blessings were being made into a curse, how they were forcing a mother to watch her own son die.
The Disciple had been sent to die along with him , but the E%ecutor had taken pity on her, and she ran, taking the Signless's leggings along with her. Because of that day, he had then been known as the Sufferer.
Her wounds did not heal over time. Every night she cried, her lime green tears running down her gray face, and each night she felt herself die more and more on the inside. Without her love, she had nothing left. Why was she still there? Why had they taken pity on her? Why was she not with him in the afterlife? No one else had been spared. The Signless was dead. The Dolorosa was sold into slavery. Ψiioniic was forced to use his psychic abilities for Her Imperial Condesce.
She slowly gazed around the cave, looking over the words that she had memorized. She filled the walls of the cave with the hopes of the Signless, and she would continue to do so. She planned to move onto a new place at dawn. Again she would kill another creature and write his teachings on the walls of another cave. Like it had been his goal to create an equal Alternia, it was her goal to continue that. She hoped that someone would find one of the many caves that she had rewritten them in and plan to carry on his legacy.
After all, she had been sentenced to a life of solitude. What she had chosen to do with the lonely remainder of her life was her decision. To her, there was no better way than to carry on the existence of the Signless. She had the same dream that he had as his devoted Disciple.
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AN: Not sure how I did on this. It's my first Homestuck fanfic.