1/1/2025, 8:22 PM
Spiderlily watches him. She watches his eyes, watches the way he looks at her, and she feels a burble in her chest that tastes like frustration. Everyone looks at her like that. Like a dying baby animal, no matter how much they say they don’t. She wants to spit, but doesn’t.
Anything I can run down.She says after a moment of eyeballing, swallowing down that thing that tastes like resentment of everything.
I’ll take a shrew at this point.Its half mumbled, as she’s steadily turning away to start her slog through the snow once again.