goodbye
Bloodletter
Berserker
07-13-2023, 04:13 PM
the woman settles nearby, and it’s a relief so palpable they can practically taste it. stranger or not, to be left alone again would be so intolerable they might just break with it. at her invitation, they shuffle tentatively closer, seeking body heat and the solid company of another, but can’t quite bring themselves to breach the final gap between them. Mother had always warned against getting too close to strangers, and…and then she’d left them here for anyone to find. something dark and angry rises within them so abruptly it frightens them, and they push it down before it can grow any stronger.
the woman speaks again, and Araneae perks up, ears straining with interest. sniffling, their gaze drifts to the aforementioned tree line, then back to the woman - Hazel - trying to picture a young, frightened version of her abandoned among the undergrowth. it is no easy task; this is a woman of great strength and power, muscles rippling beneath her russet pelt. it is hard to believe she was ever unwanted. a surge of hope grips them; Hazel had been in their very position, and yet she’d grown to be a formidable force. for a moment, Araneae allows themselves to imagine a future in which they grow just as tall and strong, towering over Mother years later with a triumphant smirk. maybe then, Mother would finally see them as more than a troublemaking child. but there is something more there, too, something that expands in their chest when they look at Hazel: kinship. they both know what it is to feel abandoned, discarded - and in the child’s mind, it linked them.
with slow, cautious steps, they cross the final space between them and sit at Hazel’s side, hunching against the cool of night. “i’m A…Aran…eae,” they whisper, stumbling over the syllables, eyes trained on their feet. their face feels hot and sticky from tears. “but you can call me Spider.”
the woman speaks again, and Araneae perks up, ears straining with interest. sniffling, their gaze drifts to the aforementioned tree line, then back to the woman - Hazel - trying to picture a young, frightened version of her abandoned among the undergrowth. it is no easy task; this is a woman of great strength and power, muscles rippling beneath her russet pelt. it is hard to believe she was ever unwanted. a surge of hope grips them; Hazel had been in their very position, and yet she’d grown to be a formidable force. for a moment, Araneae allows themselves to imagine a future in which they grow just as tall and strong, towering over Mother years later with a triumphant smirk. maybe then, Mother would finally see them as more than a troublemaking child. but there is something more there, too, something that expands in their chest when they look at Hazel: kinship. they both know what it is to feel abandoned, discarded - and in the child’s mind, it linked them.
with slow, cautious steps, they cross the final space between them and sit at Hazel’s side, hunching against the cool of night. “i’m A…Aran…eae,” they whisper, stumbling over the syllables, eyes trained on their feet. their face feels hot and sticky from tears. “but you can call me Spider.”
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