*[descends from cieling] Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
*Hey Yvonne, good to see you again.*
*Good to see you as well, friend! How art thou today, and would thou like to rp?*
*I would love to rp, though I'm not doing immensely great.*
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
Helianth stands in the fields a distance from the Inn in the center a large area of burning grass and scorched earth. Its roots and thorns glisten with divine ichor, and a charred corpse- that of another quasi-deity of the stars- lies broken in front of it. It is silent, pausing to recollect its thoughts after the fight.
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*[descends from cieling] Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
*Hey Yvonne, good to see you again.*
*Good to see you as well, friend! How art thou today, and would thou like to rp?*
*I would love to rp, though I'm not doing immensely great.*
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together. He holds a bouquet of flowers, and is smiling.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
He holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
He holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
"Oh, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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“I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about ever having a moment like this, do you have any games?”
They happily take the pats, before sinking into the water after their children.
Eventually they pull back from the kiss, but continue to hold them, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
"I have some board games, an old console, cards.." he trails off, naming things
He smiles and slinks off after his fiancee
"More than you did, for certain.. Thank you for grounding me."
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“Whatever you would like to do is fine, I just like spending time with you.”
She finds them in the bedroom, though it hasn’t been long, beginning to use the rope.
“We are going to get married, I need you to stay calm enough, dear.”
"Checkers?" he smiles
"Honey? what are ya up to?" he enters the bedroom, looking around
"I know.. I just want the event to be spectacular." his eyes sparkle
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S♡J
2-13-25
*Mornin', if anybody's here.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*[descends from cieling] Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hey Yvonne, good to see you again.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Good to see you as well, friend! How art thou today, and would thou like to rp?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I would love to rp, though I'm not doing immensely great.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Sorry you're not doing too great- hope you feel better soon.*
Helianth stands in the fields a distance from the Inn in the center a large area of burning grass and scorched earth. Its roots and thorns glisten with divine ichor, and a charred corpse- that of another quasi-deity of the stars- lies broken in front of it. It is silent, pausing to recollect its thoughts after the fight.
The Architect is in the Faceless Fair, making some renovations to the place. She has big plans for this place- it's going to be bigger, better, and more horrifying than ever before.
Omori is trying to practice her magic, but something is distracting her. Something about today just feels... off.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Henry appears alongside his spouse, first as a puddle of inky darkness, before his skeleton slowly comes out and the inky mass comes back together. He holds a bouquet of flowers, and is smiling.
Meanwhile, Merabelle is silently trying not to die as she connects to the forest, waves of her magic going through it as she attempts to reinforce herself, the plant life around her dying like it once did when the Seer was resurrected.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She looks over at him once he appears, 'smiling' with her mask. "Hello, love." She says happily, currently sculpting more archways meant to lead to new parts of the Fair, molding the nightmare matter of this place with her claws.
She sees the withering life around them, growing even more concerned than she already was. "Mom, you're scaring me... what's going on?... And don't tell me not to worry about it- I can see it's hurting you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He holds out the flowers to them as his body becomes more solid, though not fully just yet, "Hello, my dear, looking beautiful today." He smiles brightly, hugging them tightly.
She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at them for a moment, "Dear, I'm just a lil bit sick. I promise ya I'm gonna heal, it'll just take me some time." She tries to cover up the veins on her arms to stop them from worrying more.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Why, thank you! You look lovely as well." She responds, delicately taking the bouquet with one clawed hand before the Nightmare Lord hugs him back with far too many arms, her mask showing a heart again.
She notices her trying to cover up the veins, only seeming more worried. "It's been getting worse each day... Have you tried talking to someone else to see if they could help? Maybe Stroth or KK o- or someone can help..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
After a moment of the hug he pulls back, seeming to understand his new form more and more by the day, able to maintain a singular form for a while without bubbling "What are you working on? If I may ask."
She gulps, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at them, "Sweetheart, I promise I'll talk ta somebody, I ain't gonna let myself lose all my lil ones cause I was too prideful ta ask fer help. Fer now though, I'll be okay, promise."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"It's my next big plan for the Fair- seven new big districts, each one themed after a different common fear. Fear of death, fear of the dark, fear of failure, and so on and so forth. I figured the Fair would have an easier time truly scaring people if it built on preexisting fears." She explains with an unnerving amount of eagerness.
"Good. I just... I'm just worried about you. About all of this." She explains, holding back tears. "I don't want anything bad to happen to us- especially after everything we've done to stop that from happening."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
His eyes widen with interest and joy at his wife's passion, clasping his hands together with joy in what remains of his eyes, "How beautiful, I am so very happy for all the progress this place has made, and the same for you."
She brings them into a warm embrace, providing soothing words to them and rubbing their back and head, looking at the flower in their hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it'll be okay, I ain't gonna lose everythin' I fought so hard fer."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"And that's only the first step of my plan!" She continues, with a similar joy at his interest. "I'm going to make new constructs to populate each district as well- ones specialized for their respective environments- and make a layer underneath the Fair where all the constructs can live happily when they're not scaring the park-goers. But eventually, the final step..." She leans in close, her mask shifting to show an unnaturally wide grin full of sharp teeth. "I'm going to bring this place- the entire Faceless Fair- to the Material Plane."
"I won't let that happen either- I'll help however I can." She responds, leaning into the embrace, smiling softly.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He listens intently, he doesn't seem to understand most of it, as it isn't his area of expertise, but that doesn't stop him from happily listening to his wife talk about what she enjoys doing, and what she plans to do.
She smiles back at them, "Can ya go get KK fer me, I wanna try an' get some more o' this darkness outta me, so I can leave just yet. She's... changed a lil, so don't be scared, it's the same KK inside."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Oh, it's going to be glorious... though that's a long way from now." She says, silent for a second as she thinks of her grand plan. "But for now, I'm going to take a break. Maybe paint something. Love you, dear." She leans down, her mask showing a heart again, and gently nudges the side of his face with her mask- the closest thing to a kiss she can do now that she has no mouth. Then, she skitters down the path on her myriad arms and out of sight, heading back to the warehouse.
"Okay, I will. I'll be back soon, promise." She responds, before vanishing into the shadow of a tree, slinking through the darkness at a rapid pace to try and find KK.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)