The soft, genuine gestures of affection did their absolute best to assure her. A hand came up to her cheek as well, softly wiping away her tears while he whispered 'im here' over and over again. He -needed- her to know.
His bones creaked as she lept onto him, but he didn't care. How could he? The woman he loved, but hadn't told, was a -mess-, and he'd be damned if he didn't clean her up.
Soft kisses peppered her forehead even as their blood mingled.
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All he could do was place a hand on her back. Full embrace was not an option, she was too curled up to even try. He had to hope one hand was enough.
"It wasn't your fault, Larina. It -couldn't- have been. You did everything you could, I -know- you did. Everyone gets surprised."
But not -her-.
and her heartbeat betrayed as much.
He knew fully well that his words wouldn't help right now. So he didn't speak.
He simply held her, silently assuring her that, even in this lowest of moments, he wasn't going -anywhere-.
"Let's sit down, yeah?"
Tears pooled in the corners of his own eyes. Shit. He wasn't worried about the fact that she had killed someone, she did that all the time, and despite his former proclivities, it didn't bother him terribly much.
This was -different-. She saw something about herself in these girls,
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"You're right. I...-we- should ask her."
"We can share, right?"
"I'll be as patient as I can, lover~"
"Don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?"
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"๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐๐๐ฃ๐ข๐ก ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ."
๐ค MarvelRP
๐ค MVRP
๐ค 21+
๐ค Banter, SLโs, etc
๐ป 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
โThe price of freedom is high. And itโs a price Iโm willing to payโ Steve Rogers, Captain America
ใ MCU inspired ใ
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"Now, I know I'm not technically looking, but from what I can -tell-...I ~very~ much would like to touch."
His embrace found her as quickly as she was in his arms, hands doing their best to console her as he placed soft, tender kisses upon her forehead.
"Hey, hey, shh...what happened? What did you 'fuck up'? Breathe, breathe..."
He didn't even have to knock on the window, she had left it unlocked for him, as she always did.
His breath was heavy as he stepped into her living room, and he only managed to speak two words between the ragged breaths.
"What's wrong?"
He hadn't even had time to remove the devil suit before he was back out, grappling hook sinking into targets that were far less tactically chosen than usual, but that was a problem for tomorrow Matt.
It took him five minutes to reach her window. Five. Absolute record time.
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"I'm already on my way."
Cuts in his sides stung as their rough-hewn stitches popped. Small cracks and fractures in his bones creaked against each other, sending painful jolts up his spine. Bruises pulsed against his skin.
None of these things were going to stop him.
+
As it should be
No, I suppose I can't.
( He chuckles softly. Both of his legs were long healed by this point...but he wasn't gonna tell her that. )
Be my guest.
It broke both of my legs, Rina...
...though if -you- wanna touch me, I'm not gonna say no~
Sorry, got hit by a truck, had to recover.
What'd I miss?
โThey call me Spider-Man. In other worlds the call me SPIDER-NOIR.โ
#MARVELRP #SPIDERVERSE
#DCRP
Kayda Davis
The Spider-Woman of Earth 96283-E!
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Blushing, deeply.
"...thanks"
"...Right you are! I shall shut my mouth."
@anastasiamitchell.bsky.social
๐: Pls ignore the coffee sticker in my reply I must have misclicked. I do not know where it came from.
"...Are you sure?"
