amusement flickers across the black of their eye, ❛ ━━━━ YOU’D BE SURPRISED HOW MUCH MY LIVER CAN TAKE. ❜ the fungus is pressed between their fingers, the long stalk rolling along their open palm before closing over it. the poisonous mushroom settles comfortably in their stomach, immortal fey laughing in graves dug before man even knew how to mourn. ❛ would you prefer somethin’ different? i think little dove suits you very well. ❜
“—- nah, I mean. Call me what you want.” truthfully, peter didn’t mind the moniker as much as others might … or perhaps even as much as would be expected of him. it was better than puny parker or that insufferable web-crawler, so that’s a plus in his mind. his eyes travel down to the other male’s palm, then back up again, settling just past him. “So, what d’I call you? Somehow, I think ‘guy in the forest where nobody travels except for apparently me’ is a bit too long.” he quips.
❛ ━━━━ DON’T EAT THE MUSHROOMS, ❜ they say to mock, as the meaty flesh of the mushroom passes their own lips. (humans fall in love, they fall to their knees, they sing love songs. just after consuming the pretty flowers. ) it tastes of honey, the syrup running down their throat. there is a moment of euphoria, a white hot clash of lightning before it disappears as thunder does. ❛ too strong for you, little dove. ❜ / @spiderot.
“– I mean, wasn’t exactly planning to. That looks like amanita bisporigera, I wouldn’t –” a pause as the fungus is devoured by the other anyway … not that peter was entirely surprised, he’d gotten a weird vibe from this guy from the beginning. close to spider-sense levels. but not quite. “Aaand you did it anyway.” shrugs. “Don’t come to me when your liver’s on fire.” pause. “Little dove?”
