Sometimes, Jon doesnāt feel good about what heās become. A monster twice over. He remembers when he feared the Web more than any other power, horrified by its stripping away of autonomy.
And now? Well, things change. The Web is control, yes, but not only of other people. After years of fear and uncertainty, itās good to feel in command of himself. To feel sure, to feel purpose in the knowledge he restlessly seeks.
Everything the Eye knows, the Web can use.
Jon feels that little tug against his consciousness once more, this time playful and reassuring. Itās all right, weāre together, itās fine. He gives a tug back, I love you, and Martin looks at him with such affection that Jonās heart stutters.
āI love you too,ā Martin says, and knowing it to his core, feeling it quiver between them, Jon has no doubts.
@cuttoothed wrote this amazing fic about web!lonely!martin and web!beholding!jon being together and safe and happy, monstrous and content and so, so in love, and it just filled me with joy.Ā
[ID: A black and white drawing. Jon and Martin are sitting across from each other at a small table, eating curry. Theyāre gazing into each otherās eyes and smiling. They hold hands over the table, and under the table their socked feet are touching (Martinās are patterned with little cat faces). Everything but Jon, Martin, and the table and chairs is filled in with a stark black background. Over the darkness, in sharp contrast, thin white lines like spider-silk criss-cross between Jon and Martin and radiate out from them. Behind Jon, a cluster of large stylized eyes stare down at them, and behind Martin, a pale staticky mist creeps along the floor. End ID]
