𝖬𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 .

"You have no idea, my dear."

She'd done much worse of the years.. and possibly still could do more. But, for the time being, a lean; a cheek offered up to a bruising.

"Do however, do me a favor next time you see that Peter, yes? Ask him what happened to Benjamin while you were gone."

Fingers mimic, meticulously tying back the vibrant red hair. Could she dodge a punch? Absolutely. But was she going to..?

"I refrained for a while, until I had to wait at Benjamins grave for Peters error. I could have done worse, much worse."

full disclosure, i am a monster. a creature of despair—— not that that should be a cause for concern.

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Finger tapping at a key, chewing at her inner lip.. A brief lived guilt, quick to pass. The reasoning outweighs any held guilt, knots untying as fingers turn the key her apartment—

"Darling, if you're lingering on the ceilings again, I'm going to be unhappy."

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"Yes, you ought to. I had my reasons, albeit vindictive.. "

Impersonating Mary Jane of all people? Difficult to swallow.

"I did no physical harm, if its of any comfort."

spooky❥

posting late valentines stuff idfc its still February and ive been STRUGGLING

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..An unnatural blue hue, contrary to the stolen skin before.

"You, me, talk."

spooky❥

JAZZ HANDS

For anyone reading this.. spontaneous interaction - its ended here and picked back up with this post with the REAL MJ, proceeding in the QRTS .

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Girl... What were YOU doing at the devils sacrament?

your flesh & bone welcome me in.

spooky❥

me without knowing much abt spiderman other than my mothers spiderman autism... if she knew she'd kick my ass

us around.. any of us safe.. It's no wonder I'm so.. exhausted."

things out are you? A hero and thats all?"

Lips pursed, teeth gritting...

"Not Peter, not a boyfriend, not a father—"

There was a relishing in the words, one that didn't convey across this worn skin..

"You give up every time, don't you. Get out? Getting violent? How do you ever keep any of

There was the slightest jump, a feigned anxious movement before so continuous those heinous words.

"Is that it? You're going to shout and throw stuff when things get a little difficult to talk about?"

A persistence, twisting further and further into those wounds.

"You're not even trying to work

spooky❥

WATCH THIS

Right— Gotcha. Talk later? Talk private? Talk..

Yeah.. Nice to see you both..

spooky❥

evil ..

spooky❥

iuehhah

You can save all these people, all these strangers, but you cant even save our relationship or whats become of it."

say to that, Peter? I've done my best, I've stayed over here and there, always waiting and watching, always being okay with everything."

The voice continues that onslaught, unrelenting.

"Where DOES that leave us? Like its only hard for you? A relationship is two people, Peter Parker.

of an anger, lips curling unkind..

"..You're right. You can't, can you? You can't even call— visit. You can swing through the city but can't even ensure me a goodnight?"

The voice was tight with irritation, seeping in words that gripped and tore at him.

"What are we..? What do you want me to

Brows furrowed despite the desired reaction; face conveying distraught and sorrow as Peter turned his back.

..With no other means could she get so close— Get Peter Parker so weak and vulnerable. Not with weapons; no mere knife could pierce so deeply.

The sorrow twisted into something