@gottakeepahead sent: "Alright, so if I help you guys with whatever this whole thing is, will I get something back? Don't say hero points or keeping my dimension cause I have people to look after." Ren crossed her arms as she spoke. She was not a normal spider by any means, she didn't even have a super suit.
Hm. She's hardly altruistic. Given the variations in the Spider-Person formula, though-- variations that Miguel's more than familiar with-- he doesn't have the will to be surprised any more.
"If you don't want to help," he says plainly, "then stay out of my way."
And with that, he shoots one of his webs out, leaving the woman in the dust as he swings through dilapidated city buildings. If she cares at all about the displaced bad guy wrecking her city (a version of the Rhino, which is always a recipe for destruction), then he figures she'll make the effort and follow after him.
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‘Haven’t you learned your lesson’ was on the edge of his tongue, and yet -- the very second something'd been shoved his way as a distraction he’d hesitated. It wasn’t like him to compromise so easily, wasn’t like him to bite down on his brutality and swift temper, but most would say others deserved a second chance, and Arjuna -- the hero, the prince of fortune and wealth and gradually losing sight of his faultlessness the longer he tried to maintain it -- couldn’t help but give in to that somber expression if only for a moment.
He’d had nothing better to do, in any case -- no immediate duties to tend to, no need to train when he’d already perfected so much.
Arjuna would hear out Rider and determine whether he clearly understood. He’d hear him out, and excuse himself if it seemed too troublesome.
“... this is messy. Good, but so... ” He struggled for the words, licking timidly at strawberry creme dripping haphazardly towards the crease between his finger and thumb. “Not to mention overly sweet, which I’m not fairly accustomed to. It’s... pleasant. Still, thank you.. for introducing me to, well... this.”
I have a lot of different inspirations, ranging from people, animals, decades, movies. Someone that inspires me is Lana Del Rey. She is so unapologetically herself. Even under the harsh judgement of music critics, she continued to do her own thing. She didn't stop making the kind of music she wanted to. This seems silly, but my cats inspire me. I love them so much, and they each have their own personalities. They live such a simple life. They eat, sleep, and play. Even though they pretend they aren't affectionate, they are. A time period that really inspires me is the 90's. I feel like I fit perfectly with the 90's. People often tell me I'm "tragically 90's", so I guess the fact that the decade inspires me is obvious. The 90's has all my favorites movies and TV shows, and even some of my favorite music.
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There were a lot of things Onyx had done in her life that had lead to some degree in fear. It was a bit of a problem of hers to do completely shit that could end up with her getting hurt or something completely worse, buy it was always manageable fear. More often than not it was paired with an adrenaline rush that pretty much consumed her so she didn’t even pay attention to the fear all that much. It was actually a feeling she welcomed, balancing that fine line and feeling the intense beating of her heart in her chest. Like any minute it was going to burst from her ribs. But this, the fear that consumed her whole body right then wasn’t anything like that at all. Instead of the beating of her hear it felt like the organ had stopped pounding all together. Instead of the warmth of the adrenaline all she felt was ice filtering through her veins as she stood frozen in shock unable to do anything more than just blink at the phone in her hands. Her mind just replaying athe words on the screen over and over in her head but they just weren’t registering. Because she didn’t want to belive them because if they were true than that meant one of the things she feared most wasn’t just a hypothetical possibility that sometimes plagued her thoughts late at night. It had become a reality, her reality, and it couldn’t be.
Some guys roughed Dakota up pretty bad last night and had to go to the hospital. Some guys roughed Dakota up pretty bad last night and had to go to the hospital. Some guys roughed Dakota up pretty bad last night and had to go to the hospital. Some guys roughed Dakota up pretty bad last night and had to go to the hospital.
Just over and over and over until her until the words blurred, but those were probably just the tears that she hadn’t even realized were pooling in her eyes. Onyx sucked in a deep breath and tried to gain any semblance of control over herself while she tried to think. First thing’s first was she had to go see him. She had to go see him because the words on the screen were only making her think the worst of the worst and even though it was obvious that he was still alive and breathing she wouldn’t let herself believe that until she got to see him with her own eyes.
Onyx didn't know the exact moment where she'd drifted away from her easy unpredictability into this new version she didn't really recognize anymore. She'd become someone who she tried so hard not to. All because of one boy. One stupid fucking boy who when she wasn't paying attention had slipped beneath her skin and found his way into her heart. Planting himself there like it was not his to own and even though she wasn't aware of when she's given it away to him, somewhere along the way she had. Maybe it was between trading playful insults or breathless insatiable kisses like they couldn't get enough of each other or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe he'd snaked his way into her mind and her heart the minute her blue eyes locked onto those soft brown ones and she'd just been too blind to realize it. It was all too much. Everything was too much and she couldn't take it. This was the one thing she'd tried so hard to keep from happening and it looks like all her attempts had been in vain.
It had all started that stupid night when she'd been feeling vulnerable enough to listen to his sweet words of friendship and believe that maybe he was onto something. That maybe it was okay to let someone in. That maybe they wouldn't end up leaving her in the end like everyone else was bound to do. But even without him meaning to that's exactly what he'd done. Logically she knew that it wasn't completely Dakota's fault what happened to him. But logic had no place in her mind at the moment. All she felt was anger and an overwhelming fear that had such a tight grip on her heart that felt like it was almost impossible to breathe.
She'd almost lost him.
She'd almost lost him and it took that for her to realize just how much he'd grown to mean to her. It had been a constant thought in the back of her mind ever since Lennox's purposely put the thoughts into Onyx's head then to be confirmed by Dakota's own words. That something could happen to him. And she'd been stupid enough to let herself believe him when he'd told her that he'd had everything under control. That all she had to do was trust him and that he would always come back to her. And she'd listed to him. She'd listen to his reassurances and for a second she even found herself believing in those same words as well. Until those words no longer rang true and he didn't come back to her. Waiting up in her room for him for hours, phone a constant attachment in her hand waiting for any word from him was one of the worst feelings in her life. Just wishing and even praying to every single God that she didn't even believe in that she would hear those elevator doors opening up and hear the clunky footsteps of his boots along the hardwood floor outside her bedroom and he would be there. Safe and sound in her arms exactly where he should always be.
Except he never came through those elevator doors. And every single time she anxiously waited while she listened to the ringing of his phone only to get his voicemail over and over was agony unlike any other. It made her feel sick. Her stomach tangled in so many knots even if she could throw up she wasn't sure it would make it out of her mouth with them all in the way.
A false sense of calm overshadowed her as she traveled through the city to where she knew Dakota would be. It was like she was completely devoid of every emotion except the anxiousness to see him thrumming beneath her skin and in the pit of her stomach. She paced along the sidewalk, just like Dakota had done all those weeks ago when she’d run into him on her way to the camera shop, as she waited for someone to come along and open up the bottom outside door so she could slip into the apartment building. Though everything inside of her was yelling at her to fuck the elevator and just jet up the steps to his floor so she wouldn’t have to draw out this mindless torture so she could just go and finally see him, but she forced herself to calm down and wait. Because she knew that the minute she actually say him, in whatever state he was in there was absolutely no going back. So she took her time. Standing in the corner of the elevator with a blank look on her face while she waited for the doors to open. She tried not to think about the last time the two of them had been in the elevator together, how their stupid grind encompassed their faces as they shared pent up kisses. When the doors finally opened she all but bolted out of the tiny box of memories over to Dakota’s apartment door. Her knocks were tentative and when the door opened to reveal the sad face of Dakota’s mom. Her face a complete one eighty from when he’d met her over at Alex’s church.
Onyx was readily welcomed into the tiny apartment and before she could even really say anything Mrs. Lawson was already telling Onyx that he’d actually just fallen asleep, but if she wanted she could see him for a few minutes. Through her inner turmoil she gathered herself enough to nod politely at the woman before she followed the familiar path down the hallway to Dakota’s room and pushed the door open. Her first reaction as she stood in that doorway was to suck in a gasping breath as her eyes landed on his figure on the bed. She couldn’t even bring herself to step into his room any closer to him. Eyes stinging with unshed tears as they took in the bruising on his face and the way his lip was split, blood coagulating in the opening while he breathed in his sleep. Seeing him lying there in that condition was one of her greatest fears come to life. She'd almost lost him that night and it took that to make her realize just how completely destroyed she'd be of things ever got to that point.
What felt like a long time ago over the phone, she made a promise to him when he first entrusted her with his secret that she wouldn't try to change him or try to get him to do something that he didn't want to, and she would stick to that promise. But she never promised him that she would sit around and witness it. She hadn't been prepared just how much pain was involved when you cared about someone the way she cared about that idiot of a broken boy currently laid up in his bed. He'd conveniently left that part out when he was selling her on the idea of friendship. But it wasn't worth it.
She felt like she was losing her mind and grasping at any of the straws just so she could keep herself afloat but they just kept breaking off and slipping away from her. She didn't want to do this anymore. She didn't was to care so much about him anymore if it meant feeling like this. All she wanted was for him to be kept safe and she couldn't even do that. If she wasn't so devastated she would have realized the almost ironic humor in the situation that he'd been so worried for her that she would end up doing something stupid and getting herself hurt only for him to be the one who did just that. Onyx just needed to be as far away from him as she could until it stopped hurting. Until she could look at his face once more without wanting to break down into tears and hold onto him for dear life like he could disappear any second from her grasp. So that's what she did.
She couldn’t do this, she could feel these feelings for him, not just because of how it would affect her in the long run, but also because what it would mean for him if she did. When you’ve no one around to take solace in but yourself, you began to learn things about the person you were. Even things you’d rather not pay all that much close attention to. Onyx was a lot of things, some of which she wasn’t exactly all the proud to be, but she’d come to terms on that. And of those things she knew the type of person who she was. She was someone who got easily bored of people and things and left them easily like it was nothing to her. Like clockwork it never failed, she could already feel it slightly in the beginning stages when it came to her parents. That’s not to say that she didnt love her parents but the one things he craved in this world was her freedom and distance. And being attached to Dakota would not only hinder herself, it would be putting him in a position where she knew eventually she’d probably grow tired of him like she’d done with everyone and everything else. Normally she really wouldn’t care, one of the things she’d come to learn about herself was that she was a selfish person. Always looking out for herself first and foremost. But she couldn’t do that to Dakota. She couldn’t watch the look on his face as she eventually started to pull away from him more and more if she ever were to let the to of them progress like that. So she made up her mind in that moment, that it was best to just rip off the band-aid now and put an end to things before things got much more worse than they already had. Before her selfish tendencies switched over and decided that they didn’t care about the look on his face, only about herself and her own happiness.
Her footsteps were rushed back down the hall, not even bothering to say goodbye to Mrs. Lawson as she rushed back out the door and back into the city streets. Her chest was heaving the whole way down as she tried to suck in any breath she could but it felt like no oxygen was getting into her lungs. It felt like she didn't breath the entire way home in the back of the cab, it was a wonder she didn't pass out. When she finally got home her eyes stared motionless on the elevator ride up to her apartment, not moving an inch until the doors opened up, springing her forward. Completely ignoring the greetings over her parents as she tried to get to her room as fast as she could. Their concerned voices filtered through her locked door but she didn't pay any attention to them. Dropping down onto the the foot of her bed Onyx found herself doubling over, hands clutching onto her knees as the first sob wretched itself from her lungs. After that it was like a ripple effect and they just kept coming and coming until she was full on bawling her eyes out. She could feel as well as hear Pistachio's concerned pawing and yips as she crawled from under the bed to see what all the fuss was about but Onyx couldn't focus on that. The only thing she could see was the damage littered across Dakota's face and how she needed to get a grip of herself. He'd gotten too much control over her and she needed to get it back because this feeling, she never wanted to feel anything like it again.
When it turns back to glance at you, though, you notice it has no eyes. Just skin stretched smoothly over where its orbits create dents in its skull. It opens its mouth as though to hiss, makes an eerily human noise like the laughter of a dying man, and turns the corner away from the stairs to vanish. The violin is a little louder and the air is a little clearer in the stairwell.
Loki hesitated for a brief moment, and that was when the cat stopped to look back at him. A shiver raced down his spine at the eerie noise that left it, very clearly not a noise a cat makes. But just as soon as he had stopped in his tracks, he was racing after the cat once more, skipping three stairs at a time. Had he had the time to, he would have sighed in relief at the change in the air.
