Alone in the dark

ever since hearing of Wylan’s condition, Spider has been thinking of the winged boy. their first friend, the most kind and accepting child in all of the Armada, who’d shown them the hot springs and offered them snacks. who loved his family and his home, only to lose both in one sickening swoop. Spider won’t pretend they’re completely healed, or that they’ve, like, self-actualised or anything - but being around Strai and Delphi had been more soothing than anything physical balm. Wylan had been there for them when Hazel had left; it’s time they returned the favour.

steps light, Spider enters Wylan’s den at a cautious pace, ducking their head inside and squinting into the distance. they spot him bundled up in bandages, a morose expression on his face, and his heart breaks for him just a little. “hello, Feathers,” Spider murmurs, stepping into view. they don’t want to get too close, not when he’s in pain and not when he might be angry with them for disappearing.