Derp. So I've gotten too much into Homestuck recently, and this is the result.
This is my personal challenge to try and write 120 ficlets, one for each possible pairing (no matter how cracky it may be) among the 16 kids and trolls in Homstuck. I've already been posting them on AO3, but figured that I should go ahead and give some love to my old account here. So here we are!
As a general disclaimer, these will not necessarily be my best work because, let's face it, if I put too much time into these, I'll never finish. They're also meant to push me out of my comfort zone a bit, so there is bound to be a bit of awkwardness for that alone. But I have at least read each one over before posting, so hopefully none of these will be too painful.
As an added note, the fic I write next is picked by random number generator, so there is no meaning to what order things come in.
That said, enjoy!
Rose/Equius
To him, she is perfect.
Everything about Rose Lalonde is precisely as it should be. She wears her nobility outwardly, displaying that gorgeous violet font for the world to see. She carries herself with the proper grace of one with her place on the hemospectrum, and uses the language befitting her position. There are times when he daydreams about her speaking to him, commanding him with those beautiful words she always employs.
But for as perfect as Rose Lalonde seems, Equius cannot simply ignore that she is human. An inferior, despite her noble grace and demeanor. While he can watch her and pretend that her skin is grey and her hair is black, it is impossible to ignore the truth, especially when her candy red blood slips through her skin. It could be as simple as an accidental prick from her knitting needles, or just a stray scratch from an imp, but each time he sees her mutant blood (even though it is perfectly normal for her species) he can't help but draw back from the screen in near shock as his stomach churns uncomfortably.
It isn't fair, he thinks. She should have been born a troll of noble heritage on Alternia. Then she could live up to her true potential rather than being trapped behind that eerie peach skin of hers. Yet life does not work out favorably, he finds, and frequently those who have noble blood do not deserve it, and vice versa. So it goes.
He reaches for another towel.
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