At Least Fires Are Warm
This is dedicated to a wonderful person. She knows who she is.
Sollux is one of the characters in Homestuck I relate to most. I know a lot of people can’t stand the way he types, but I feel like he cloaks his self-loathing behind a facade of arrogance, and that’s something I can deeply identify with. So it isn’t so much that he’s bipolar, it just appears that way because he’s gotten so good at lying to himself and others.
I love Aradia too, but I had trouble pinning her character down here. It seems like a mix between pre-death Aradia and godtier Aradia. I hope you’ll forgive me if it’s a bit rough.
”Oh that’s b—” Sollux began to say but was interrupted by Aradia’s gentle hand on his shoulder. He refrained from saying it but not from thinking it. Fuck this place. These fuckers would try to fish the wallet from a person’s back pocket with their teeth all the while gushing about the exquisite perfume wafting off their fetid asshole. But you come in wearing a t-shirt and all of a sudden your money isn’t even good enough to make a salad out of. He wanted to take Aradia by the arm and go someplace where they wouldn’t be scoffed at two seconds after they walked in the door, but he didn’t. “Jesus, I’m such a fucking coward,” he muttered underneath his breath.
You’ll notice this is also a humanstuck fic. It’s my first ever attempt at it. It’s something I think I’d like to explore more thoroughly.
The full story can be read here.