As Sollux is to understand it, the new world they’ve created is beautiful. The sun isn’t nearly as bright as the one on Alternia, so they can stand being out during the day if they choose to do so, and the native plants and animals are bright, colorful, and quite delicious. There is sweeping scenery wherever they go, and it seems like every natural phenomenon manages to capture the eye in a completely new and astonishing way.
Of course, he can’t see a single bit of it.
Sollux remains positive, however. He is happy to be sightless if it means he no longer hears the voices of the soon-to-be dead in his head, and there is no Bec Noir threatening them on this planet. He is safe, his friends are safe, and he doesn’t need to see to enjoy life. Even if he can’t sniff and lick things like Terezi, he can get by without much help. There’s no need for sight. Yet whenever they encounter some new sight, he can hear their gasps of awe, and he does feel the slightest bit jealous.
Instead of moping about it like he might have done in the past, however, Sollux chooses to be more proactive and try to glean at least some of that joy for himself, so he begins to ask for people to describe things to him. This is when he discovers that five accounts of the exact same scene can be radically different.
Terezi, of course, describes everything in tastes and smells based on the array of colors she “sees.” A deep blue sky becomes “a blueberry pudding” dotted with clouds that taste like “soft, gummy marshmallows,” and a golden field of wheat is “a pool of sweet delicious honey.”
Kanaya goes for rambling detail, describing the approximate number of every type of item, as well as its potential purpose. “There are approximately twice as many trees whose leaves have changed than those that remain their usual green, which I suppose must mean that autumn is on its way,” she might say and then, remembering that Sollux wants a picture painted for him, she would add, “It’s similar to a polka-dot pattern, with a gold background and green dots. It might be considered quite fashionable, in fact…”
Aradia grants him the historical value of everything they see, giving ages for everything. “That mountain range was created many thousands of years ago, before we got here, and it will last for several more thousand years. Also, the angle of the sun shows that it is currently the afternoon, as it’s closer to the west than the east.”
Vriska simply gives a list of what’s in front of them, trying to brush him off as quickly as possible. Sollux has the distinct feeling that she doesn’t want to help the blind troll who can’t be bothered to see for himself. “There’s a rock, a bunch of trees, some grass, and a couple of mountains.” In hindsight, he’s not really even sure why he asked her in the first place.
Sollux finds it’s Karkat, however, who paints the best pictures with his words. It’s funny, in a way, given that Karkat was really only known for shouting orders at people before. But there’s something about the way he views the world that Sollux finds captivating. Perhaps it stems from the fact that Karkat usually assumed that the world was out to get him, but when he describes a static scene, it suddenly jumps to life. Everything gains a personality. “Alright, so there’s a big forest of all these prissy little trees, who are all grouped together, except for one that’s just standing out by itself in the middle of this field, kind of flipping the rest of them off.”
It may not be the best narrative prose that Sollux has ever come across, but it’s effective. Even without sight, he can clearly see the scenery the others gape at, and imagining it all through Karkat’s eyes, it becomes oddly beautiful.
It quickly becomes a habit that Sollux and Karkat sit outside in the evenings, and Karkat will describe the sunset in whatever words he feels best describe it that day. He gives a blow by blow account, explaining how the orange has conquered the blue, and the purples are beginning to overcome the oranges, and the mountain peaks reach up to try to stop the battle, though they become darker and less descript as time goes on.
“And there are the stars, punching tiny little holes in the sky.”
Sollux feels Karkat shift next to him, probably to uselessly point out the stars that he can’t see, and he tilts his head up anyways, pretending. There is a pronounced moment of silence, and Sollux’s view of the scene begins to fade with it. He taps Karkat on what he perceives to be the other troll’s shoulder, a faint grin crossing his face. “Hey, KK. What do the stars look like?”
Sollux can feel Karkat looking at him, and tries to guess the facial expression before the words come. “What do you mean, what do the stars look like?” he asks. “They’re just little points of light, dancing around up there and laughing at all of us because we’re stuck on this stupid little planet and they aren’t.”
“I don’t mean like that,” Sollux explains, smirking as he rolls his non-existent eyes. “You know, what kind of shapes they make.”
Karkat lets out a low sound between a hum and a growl as he tries to figure out how he wishes to describe the stars. “Well, there’s this one group,” he starts, and Sollux feels him reach out to grab his hand. He’s shocked for a moment until he feels Karkat begin to trace out the stars on the back of his hand, serving as an invisible canvas. Karkat starts by dotting the stars, then tracing over the lines that he perceives, explaining it as he goes. “It kind of looks like two trolls, if you really squint at it. Two kind of brain-dead trolls, skipping and holding hands.” Karkat finishes his tracing and just lets his hand rest on top of Sollux’s. “One is kind of dragging his feet, though.”
“Is that skipping one you, KK?” Sollux asks, allowing a grin to creep across his face. “Sounds like it. I can just imagine you skipping off through the stars.”
Karkat lets out a growl which Sollux thinks is supposed to sound threatening, but he can’t be bothered to appear scared. He simply continues to wait for Karkat to give him a verbal answer.
He finally gets it, but not with an irritated sigh to prepare the statement. “Well, fine. Only if the other idiot is you.”
Sollux continues to grin, his view of the stars clearer than ever. “I think I’m OK with that.”