Hi guys! This is my first attempt at a Homestuck fic, haha. I know there's no mention of Feferi in this chapter but it's coming! Hope you enjoy. edit: Starts off with Equius/Aradia and Feferi/Eridan. This will change!
Your name is Aradia Megido, and you just moved to Paris. You don't know a whole lot of French but you're still learning. You moved to the metro and the only person you really know is your very angry landlord and your very creepy neighbor. At least he seems friendly enough, though. He offered to fix your air conditioner when it went out and he said that it happens a lot in houses this part of the city, and his name is Equius Zahhak. His French is heavy and careful and accented just like yours so you guess he's a foreigner too, and that's pretty comforting.
You're going to get a job, you tell yourself as you sink down on your hand-me-down couch. You turn on the TV and watch the news, which is all in French. You're not sure why you expected it to not be in French, but regardless you still hardly understand a word of it.
The problem is you're not even really sure what you're good at. You could be an artist, maybe, but that took money for paints and canvases and who knew when you'd actually get discovered? Or if you would. Plus, that took talent that you weren't sure you had. You could take a job as a waitress, but that thought seemed entirely unappealing. You weren't the best with people or serving people either. Your main interests were in archaeology and adventure! but there were hardly any jobs for that and you were living in Paris.
You listen to the murmur of the TV and the hum of the air conditioner and realize that you have just started your new life, but you have no idea how to do anything. You're horribly alone except for a slightly creepy neighbor and a landlord who is perpetually angry about every little thing that goes wrong. You don't know French and the world is a really, really big place.
You quickly wipe the tears threatening to fall from your brown eyes.
A knock at your door alarms you and you stand up abruptly, walking over. You click off the TV first because it's just noise anyway, and you open the door to see Equius standing there. He's dark-skinned and strong-built, with his hair long but tied back. For some reason you really wish you could place where he came from but his accent isn't telling.
"Would you like to come over?" He asks you, strange accent thick as ever over steady French. He seems a little bit nervous and something about that is endearing even if you've only known him a few days.
You hesitate before giving a nod, touching your wavy hair nervously. You don't really have any food in the fridge anyway and something in your heart says that you should really not spend tonight alone, and he's currently the only friend you have. He seems enthusiastic and after you turn off the lights he leads you over to his place.
It's not any nicer or less nice than yours, you suppose. A little messy and it certainly is more homey, despite robots being littered around.
You proceed to enjoy a dinner he made – a nice talent to have, you note – and watch movies and talk a little and not think about what's going to happen tomorrow when you get out in the world again. You just enjoy your kind-of date and relax as best you can.
