Greek Takeover

they approach on silent feet, something hot and angry beating against their chest in earth-shaking tremors, shaking the very ground on which they stand. they’re furious, but it’s a quiet kind of fury, the clap of thunder in the distance, the darkening horizon of an approaching rainstorm. Spider’s pink gaze settles on that male, a man made of monochrome and audacity, and feels fury rattle through their teeth, their bones, their brain. that someone would dare try to take Bas’ kingdom from him…try to take Spider’s home, the pup’shome, away - it’s enough to make them sick. of course, it’s then that their eyes catch on Hazel, and something - Spider sucks in a breath, eyes slamming shut, a litany of left me, left me, left me playing on merciless repeat in their brain, carving itself into their heartbeat until they can scarcely breathe around the agony. how long has she been back? why hadn’t she called them? what - what -

it’s too much, and Spider is burning, and it’s all they can do to keep watching the fight and trying to convince themselves not to self-destruct right here in front of all these people.

"Araneae Fatalis"