"Ready to go, Neps?" you asked, handing over the money to the cashier. There was no response.
"Sweetie?" You turned to see that the spot where she had stood behind you was now empty. You sighed.
It was in her nature, that adorable, affectionate and rarely troublesome catlike nature. She had probably seen other art supplies that intrigued her. Or she had seen a couple and decided to stalk them, trying to see if they were truly meant for each other. It had certainly happened more than once.
"The troll girl that was with me, did you see where she went?" you asked. The cashier, a human like yourself, pointed towards the poster section of the store. You gathered the bags full of paint tubes and new brushes and turned to go hunt down your matesprit.
Nepeta loved art. She didn't care if her means of drawing were with crayons, paint, blood or pastels just so long as she could do her work.
When you had first become matesprits and decided to share a hive/house, while you were helping her pack at her old hive, you had found several sketches of you and her in a relationship. The dates on the back of them were from long before she had gathered the courage to tell you she was flushed for you.
They had a significantly higher level of detail than her other drawings, you had noticed. There was one of you and her hunting together, her up in a tree with her claws out, you on the ground with a long bow in hand, an arrow drawn and ready to shoot. Another was of you and her sitting in a cafe with gardenias growing around you and the rising steam from your tea cups in the shape of hearts, while you both gazed lovingly at each other. Another one was of you and her... making out on a couch, her on top of you. When you had found that drawing, Nepeta had entered the room and quickly shooed you away from the sketches, blushing bright olive.
Nepeta almost always drew couples. Not always romantic ones, though. There was a part of troll culture, you learned, called quadrants. The quadrants were moirails (which were best friends), matesprits (which were romantic couples), kismesis (which was a complicated 'I hate you, but I also want to fuck you' thing) and auspistice (which mediated the fights between kismesis). Nepeta made her art with the quadrants in mind. In each of them, there was the color that was usually associated with them. For example, in the drawings of you and her, the long bow you had held had been red, the cups and steam had been red and the couch had been red.
It didn't take you long to find Nepeta. She was standing in front of a poster giving it a somewhat horrified and disgusted look.
"(Y/n), can mew purrlease tell me who made this?"
As you approached her, you saw what she was looking at. It was a print copy of The Scream.
"Uh..." you struggled to remember the name of the guy who had painted it. "Edvard... something."
"This is furightening."
"Yeah. That guy did a lot of paintings of naked women and creepy stuff."
Nepeta nodded slowly. You took her hand and led her away from the poster and out of the shop. As you entered broad sunlight, Nepeta squinted. You felt bad, taking her out in daylight, but she had wanted art supplies and the stores were open during the daytime.
Trolls were nocturnal, something caused by living on a planet with sunlight so intense it could cause instant blindness.
You had woken her up 3 hours after she had gone to bed. She'd been tired, but happy to go shopping for supplies.
"You okay, sweetie?" you asked.
"Yes," she replied, then smiled, her fangs showing. "Sun rays are nice on your planet."
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Homestuck x reader
FanfictionCollection of stories about readers interactions with Homestuck characters (mostly romantic interactions) Might be some lemon if I'm feeling up to it, but don't get your hopes up. Homestuck belongs to Hussie.
