By the time you finally stumble through the door, it’s 3 am. You walk over to Dave’s room and peek inside.
He looks so fucking adorable cuddling with that teddy bear you gave him when he was two.
He is not aware that you know he still has it, let alone that he sleeps with it.
But you’re Bro Strider and you know everything, and as Dave lets out a sigh and cuddles closer to the bear, you know you’re fighting a losing battle.
When you close your eyes, you replay his whole confession in your mind. You focus on how, even though he tried to hide his embarrassment and insecurities under a good five layers of irony, he was still blushing throughout the whole painful encounter.
Fuck.
Why do you insist on constantly torturing yourself like this? Just forget Dave and screw the hot girl.
But no. You can’t.
So you pay your tab and leave. You almost don’t go home, but Dave’s only thirteen. You’re responsible for him. He is still so young, and you’re the only family he’s got.
You’re his parental figure; his guardian. And that’s exactly why it would never work.
Sure, in your drunken state you’ll gladly admit you have the hots for the kid, but you also love him in a totally platonic way, and that’s what he needs.
Not to mention, fucking him would be illegal six ways from Sunday. You’d be in jail for centuries and Dave would be put in foster care, and that’s the last thing you want.
You go to the nearest bar and proceed to get drunk off your ass.
Drowning your sorrows in extensive amounts of alcohol is stupid, but it works, For a little while at least.
There’s a pretty hot chick at the other end of the bar who’s been eyeing you for a while. You weigh the pros and cons of fucking her at some sleazy motel and almost go for it, but Dave’s face keeps pushing itself to the front of your mind.
(you can thank t-nod for this page because she drew it out and i pretty much just traced over it in sai. LOL)
You grab your keys and head for the door. You hear Dave yelling after you to stop.
To come back and talk about it.
But you’re a Strider, and Strider’s don’t talk things out. So you ignore him. As it turns out, that was probably the absolute worst decision you could have made.
“Hey, Bro?”
Shit.
The kid is fucking determined to talk about it, isn’t he? And now the little shit has left you with few options.
You can’t just leave now that he’s spoken……or can you…
You’re not going to acknowledge him though.
Then he might think it’s okay. He might think you accept his advances, and there is no way in hell that can happen.
No matter how much you may want it to.
(okay i admit i was rushing to at least get one page done tonight so bluh)
Dave is staring at you again.
He probably thinks you can’t tell because of his shades, but you taught him everything he knows. You’ve been inconspicuously staring at people from behind your shades since before he fell to Earth on that meteor.
He is such a dumbass for thinking you wouldn’t notice.
(i am the best at backgrounds it is me please ignore this the rest will be good i swear)
Hello everybody!
This is an experimental web/fancomic for the characters Dave and Bro Strider from Homestuck.
It will contain incest, soooo yeah.
It will also most likely be sadstuck, since Miranda (the one in charge if writing) is bent on crying.
I, pilts, will be running this blog and doing the art and making the posts and whatnot.
t-nod is in charge of writing the story! Though I throw in ideas sometimes. ;)
Anywho, let’s do this!
