where does repressed pain and rage go in a body? does the wound of a daughter turn to something else if left unattended? does it bloom in the belly of the anti—child, like an organic mass made of emotions that didn't have anywhere to go?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗡𝗢, 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥—!
The riddle that Gotham City once thought impossible to solve: Who is Anarky's father?
An answer once thought to be buried forever beneath poisoned memories and deranged lunacy will soon be revealed!
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I'm gonna be very honest, I can be slow with replies or forget, it is apart of my ADHD and more often than not I hyperfocus on a thread that has my interest. But it doesn't mean I'm ignoring anyone.
More than happy to reply to stuff when -
Head turned to face the other as she appeared by her side. A smile forming beneath the white, symbiote-comprised mask she wore. Arm extending, letting it loop around the arm Cass offered.
"I'm glad."
A funny tingle appeared in her chest, one that made her stomach do a little flip she didn't fully understand. After a moment, Cass approached again, offering to link arms.
"It means a lot."
Silence soon fell over the spider as well. Eyes averting off to the side, head turning slightly away. Gwen soon taking a few steps away. Embarrassed, but trying to play it off like it was nothing.
"Of course I do."
Silence fell, a calm one, white lensed gaze shifting along the other woman with gentle warmth. Her head tilted to the side, lips shifting beneath the black fabric of her mask into a more full smile.
Hands resting upon her hips, a little breath escaping.
"You... Do?"
Her body language was relaxed, yet had a light tremble. As if something she said had caught her off-guard. Her skin, while not visible, was warm. Mask covering a tint of red on her cheeks that came from Cass' response to her. A split-second taken to recompose herself.
"I like --