melancholia

rain drizzles down at a lazy pace, slowly collecting between their fur and softening the ground beneath their feet. each step is a squelch, and Araneae pulls a disgusted face as mud collects between their toes. it’s been a dreary day, and as such it’s turned into a dreary evening - one plagued by snatches of Her face flashing uninvited through their mind. on some days their thoughts don’t even touch Her; skirting the shape of Her with steadfast
determination. other days, however…other days That Woman is all they can seem to think of. stay here, Spider. goodbye.

a leaf dips beneath the weight of the rain and expels a cold trickle of water onto their head, making them wince and jump back. cursing beneath their breath, Araneae stomps further into the woods and kicks a rock viciously with one forepaw.

"Speech"