feeling of being watched, then there she is.

“now what *did* you want with that old key now?”

her accent sounds like an impression of an impression.

ever leave. he could See her now, with eight black eyes & eight spindly legs & so many flies! so many flies, she got herself in a tizzy. so many flies! if she's not careful she'll end up tangled & caught in her own web.

when she returns it's silent, as if she never left at all. first comes the

not human at all. then she smiles, & it's worse.

“for you, sweetness? i'll see if i can find that. right after i put this away, ____ & sound.”

she darts back into the shadows of her dwellings, a spider bringing home a lovely juicy fly. once the image had entered his head, he wasn't sure it would

she doesn't answer him. he is functionally dead to her the moment she sees the blade. there's a strange look in her eye as she takes it, though she never touches it, keeping the wrapping tight around the handle.

then her gaze snaps back to him with a look of such revulsion & contempt it's almost

what happened to all the goddamn sand?

i mean what's on your mind, honeybun?

yeah you do.

who gives a shit what she is, she's goddamn commie filth, she's pig scum is what she is.

i don't wanna hear another goddamn word out of your mouth.

ain't i seen you some place before? somethin' about you jus'...

makes my skin crawl.