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𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺, 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙢𝙖𝙣 ([personal profile] webshoots) wrote2018-02-26 02:22 pm

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INBOX
PETER BENJAMIN PARKER
— the amazing, sensational, spectacular spider-man
& generally neurotic superhero
— voice / image / text
— action.
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[personal profile] syllables 2019-10-13 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the first message is quick, decisive: ] Yes.

[ she'd like real company, actual company, not almost-company that does more to frighten and unsettle her than calm her nerves. she'd like to be able to reach out and know for certain that the person sitting across from her is flesh and blood, and not just a specter or a flash-burn or a ghost.

she'd like the sounds of his footsteps in the background to correspond to the thump of feet on the ground, and not just distractions in the dark meant to spin her around. ]


What kind of sciences?

[ she hasn't taken a proper muggle science class ever. primary school had been only introductory, and though hermione had always been clever, she hadn't exactly taken physics. ]
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[personal profile] syllables 2019-10-17 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The village. [ the Village, perhaps, in her tone. she rattles off a few descriptors to narrow down which tiny a-frame cabin is hers... not that she's had much time to do anything to it yet. ] Grand Portal, I think.

[ she means to laugh — or react, in some way, to show she's listening — but whatever message she meant to record and send back in response to his story is derailed by a hitch in her throat, the involuntary reaction to the sight of blood pooling on the floor.

it isn't her own blood. she's not bleeding. there's no one else here, so logically, it would stand to reason that it isn't real. but blood doesn't just appear, and so hermione's mind whirs with complications, fear and rational thought warring all over again. ]


I'll need to lift the wards for you if you're coming.

[ that if is a damn near please in all but the words themselves. ]