#interwebslinger

      But the cold did stalk the streets.

It was a feeling she hadn’t been able to shake for three, four weeks..? What was even the point in counting, it meant nothing to her out of this place, and everything inside it became further away from her each day. Yet here she remained. It was a feeling that had persisted for entire second tour of this prison, an utter and complete lack of purpose. 

It was unknown to her.

Or at least it had been. Now it was all she knew. The time she had deigned to spend on people here and proved pointless, and now the acts she found herself caught up in on a day to day basis would have earned nothing but a cold laugh in the past. 

What was she doing. 

Well, what she had been doing was robbery. Not that she’d call it that, mind you. Robbery implies brutish threats, she offered nothing but clear choices. It was a pleasant burglary, if anything her targets were blessed. Not that they’d seen it that way. 

The last of the foreign blood that had frozen to her arm crystallised and blew away in the wind, a clear and beautifully cut jewel the size of a snooker ball in her hand. They’d gashed her arm, but the wound was cosmetic and likely to be gone before sh-

That. What was- it was that colour. That shade. That intensity. A contented feeling struggled with the sour taste in her mouth. Anything short of a diamond would have shattered in her hand. 

“Peter-”

What else was she supposed to say. She wanted to hold him. She wanted to strike him. A dry laugh echoed from her lips.

“Welcome back.”

i’m not even sure we need topics at this point

I think it goes without saying that the Haus got a lot quieter with Wade’s escape from the Hive. She would have kept to herself for a few days after they confirmed he wasn't on any more lists, partially to berate herself for getting attached, and no small irritation that she was still here.

But after some brooding, she would have made a more concious effort to be visible around the haus, and not just locked away in her room when she’s not at work. 

So I’d say they’ve done a lot more movie marathons lately, cheesy stuff (it’s what wade would have wanted)

She’s actually been meaning to ask him what he’d think of a super small ceremony wedding wise, like just a hand full of people. She’s been a little hesitant about thinking of moving out too. Because as weird as she is, she’d feel guilty about leaving the spider on his own.

In fact, one late night after he’d picked her up from work, and the rest of the haus slept...

Gliding into the lounge, Lissandra dropped herself onto the sofa with all the grace and ceremony you might expect from an ancient princess wearing dirty scrubs.

“Peter.”

“Hm?”

“That was an unusually quiet trip for you.”

“Quiet? I dunno.”

“Yes you do.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Listen, there’s no need for that.” A smile had curled onto her lips. “You were indeed quiet, and it wasn’t normal. You’ve been quiet, not just tonight.”

He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, a grin had made its way to his face. “That’s not what you said about the singing.”

“Shower’s are a private experience; the house doesn’t always need to know when you’re taking one. But that’s beside the point, and I know you know that too, you’re just deflecting.”

“I’m-”

“I’m not thrilled he was taken away from us either, you know. And I know you already knew him, but at least you know which home he’s gone back to, yes? I’m sure the last thing he would have wanted is to see you feeling sorry for yourself.”

“It’s not that.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m leaving you either, Spider. I know a lot has happened recently” She turned her hand over slowly, looking at the pale silver ring. “But I’m not going to just forget about you. There’s almost no one I would consider family, Peter, but there’s very few people like you.” 

“That’s-... Thanks, Liss.” 

interweb-slinger

Okay, the point of sketching outside in the wintertime was that there would be no bugs. That was the entire idea. The entire idea. Steve had bundled himself up in every single coat he had, he'd risked life, limb and a possible cold to practice his life drawing skills in the park, and what happened? 

Bugs. Bugs happened. Lots of bugs happened. 

First, one bit him on the nose and almost made him drop his sketchbook. Then one got him on the neck. He felt one crawl down his coat. By the time he realized a swarm of the little angry red bastards were streaming out of a knothole in a nearby tree, he'd already been bitten half a dozen times.

This. This is how I die, Steve thought. Running through the snow while smacking at myself like an idiot. At least he wasn't the only one- some guy with a tripod was trying desperately to fend them off while packing away his camera. 

Steve used his sketchbook as an over-sized flyswatter to keep the things off of the photographer for a few precious seconds, then the two of them booked it into a nearby cafe to escape the swarm.

And I hope you know that that's mutual. You are a friend and a wonderful muse!

    Toph walked into the Detention Room, head held high and pale eyes blazing. Making her way through the rows of seats, she stopped when she picked up the all-too-familiar smell of musty old books and herbs. She plopped down in the bench next to his, arms crossed and stony expression in place.

    It hadn't been Peter's fault their potion blew up in Professor Snape's face, and she wasn't about to let him be the one to take the fall just because she was blind. A few choice words and a well-placed hex had been enough to get her sent here, where she could at least ride out her punishment with him.

[It won't break her heart but!] "They're trying to...

((Oh damn I wasn’t ready for that either.))

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To: Peter

From: Katniss

[1/3] Hey are you busy?

[2/3] I need to ask you something