#✞ — ic ˛ lett . ❀ — wen ˛ liette .

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her stomach twists in comical delight as she weaves through the dark corners of the building with the most valuable item in this dead museum of gems, curated by her dearest most hated father. she supposes that this has become a game to her, a winner - takes - all sort of mindset spliced into these violently juvenile acts of revenge. night turns to a flash of daylight with the flash of lightning illuminating the rain, & she breathes out an annoyed breath upon realizing some wannabe hero has stumbled upon her mischief. " who would you be. "

starter for @meantome .

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miss sticky fingers, miss know-it-all, miss venom mouth. her lips pull in something of a snarl, something of a grin. manners classes lodge themselves miles away from her, & she extends the bag behind her, dropping it into a small abyss for safe-keeping. darkness finds home in the spaces between her & the famous ( or infamous, depends on which media outlet you spoke to ) SPIDERMAN !!! laughable to liette, never a thought she quite had, to be placed in sides opposite to someone she could admire if she lived in another world away from her father. " depends on how you see it. where could it have gone ? " she coos dreamily, her canines flashing in something of a barely threat.

“𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒  𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩,  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇’  𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽  𝗆𝖾,”  𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇  𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌  𝗈𝗎𝗍,  𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾  𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗍𝗈  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽  𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆  𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋  𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽  𝗍𝗈  𝗌𝖾𝖾  .  .  .  𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾  𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾  𝖺𝗍  𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁  𝖺  𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒  𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾  𝗈𝖿  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.  𝗁𝖾  𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌  𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇  𝗍𝗈  𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄  𝗎𝗉  𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾,  𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾  𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇  𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖺𝗍  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍  𝗈𝖿  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇  𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾  𝗁𝗂𝗆.  𝗍𝗈  𝗁𝖾𝗋,  𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁,  𝖺𝗅𝗅  𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽  𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍  𝗌𝖾𝖾  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌  𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇  𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾  𝗁𝖾𝗋.  𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽  𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌  𝗍𝗈  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾,  𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗍𝗈  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖻𝖺𝗀  𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒  𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽  𝗍𝗈  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾.  “‘𝗇  𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍  𝖽’𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾  𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?  𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍  𝖻𝖾,  𝗂  𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍  𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,  𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌  𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌  𝗈𝗋  𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾  𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍  𝗈𝖿  𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋  𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇’  𝗈𝗅𝖽  𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒  𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡  𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾,  𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”