“You know my ultimate weakness–my kryptonite–” She can feel her mouth water at the smell. She absolutely loves pastries and desserts. She always tries to treat herself to some once a week; whether she bakes them herself or she visits one of her favorite bakeries. She stops when she reaches out, feeling like something’s amiss by the sudden offering.
“You want something.”
“You’re better than Superman any old day.” he’s glad to see her excited by the treats. his elbows dig into the table, palms pressed into the bottom of his jutted jaw. when she hesitates, his own joy drops … brow raising – and when she replies, he shifts away from the table; arms up, palms spread. “Noooo – okay … maybe just … coffee?” pause, the accepting of how it sounds. “Together? Us? Me? You?” another pause. “Like, as friends. Not a date. Heavens forbid!” nice save, pete.
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?”
❛ bokjoo, you’re seriously going crazy ❜ lashes nictate repeatedly upon the alabastrine of her cheeks, she remains uncharacteristically quiescent in impotent flummox. give her a second… or two. cacophonous reverberation sounds in the surrounding region, an immediate cavil following soon after the contact, leaving an urticating ache in its wake.
plops himself down in front of her, wincing underneath the mask in response to the slap. he makes a motion toward her as if to help sooth the pain then, realizing any sudden movements would make things worse, decides against it. instead, he sticks out his hand. “pe – er … spider-man. nice to meetcha!” and, though it’s for his benefit more than hers, he smiles.
“Listen, tall, tanned and titillating – I’ve only got so many patience points allotted for each day … and you’re running on the last one!” he angrily points. y’know … to show he means business.
