[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: If you CAN be ‘quite decent’ but choose not to be, then that tells me everything I need to know. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: Why is my good opinion of any significance to you anyway? [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: You’re right, diabolical is probably more apt.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: well! [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: i didn’t fall far from my father. we both have that same temper, but you can blame my grandfather for that one. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: it’s important as maybe you could help me change things. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: then again i doubt the opinion of one human matters. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: to anyone really.
person: calm down.
me: I was calm but now i’m going to throw this entire desk at you.
it would have been easier if ky could have just ripped them apart, but he was told he couldn’t do that. he had to change from his usual patterns and actually use more ‘modern’ methods of killing. sure, he had his blade he used, but guns were apparently what were ‘modern’ – not to mention untraceable ( at times ). so, he had use the one he carried – now, all he had to do was wait for billy to clean up ky’s own mess.
❝ i could have torn him apart, ❞ he said bluntly. ❝ i just chose to do the more… civilized route. ❞ if one could even call it that – either way, ky wasn’t in the mood to deal with arguing over what he should or shouldn’t do. it was to that reason he grabbed the legs with a grunt – just so he could shut the other up for the moment.
❝ we could always burn it – wouldn’t be too hard. ❞
It takes a moment for the full weight of the words to register, admittedly. Her features scrunching in an assortment of confusion and disdain as Salome gestures towards herself, drawing a hand down the whole length of her body. Chair be damned.
“Okay, be honest with me here,” she asks in quick succession, though her face still reads like that of a hard skeptic. “Is there something about me that just happens t’scream ‘hey, demons, I’m totally someone who’s up your alley’? ‘Cause it fuckin’ feels like it.”
“to be quite fair? i do believe it could have to do with the smell,” he said bluntly. arms crossing his chest. “demons,” a cough, as he corrected himself, “most demons love attaching themselves to things they can’t have. then again, most demons are only focused on either creating deals or making chaos.”
“there really is no in-between with them.”
Silence fills the room and Peter simply stares at the man, is focused on his posture, the way he presents himself. It’s all confidence and calm, is the exact opposite of how he feels and he knows it’s because his face is exposed.He feels vulnerable without the mask on, a sensation that leaves him on edge far more then he’d like.
“Ky’lar.” Peter repeats the name, like he’s trying to commit it to memory, as if it would stir up some kind of recognition. “What do you want?” His shoulders drop, posture easing up. As uncomfortable as the situation is, Peter tries to remember that suit or not he is still Spider-Man.
“A hundred pound bag of hundred dollar bills,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm for those few moments. Of course, if Ky admitted the truth out-right, things would have gone much easier, but that wasn’t in his play book for the time being.
“Among other things,” he continued on, “I have always been fascinated by people who hide behind masks…. and a suit.” Not that it mattered to Ky what Peter did in his spare time, but he still was quite frankly amused by it. “Having both on can hide emotions and all anyone will ever see is a symbol – or even a name of sorts.”
“As for what I want?” He bit his lower lip for a few moments. “I need access to somewhere only a spider can get into. After-all, that’s what you are, right? A human spider… thing.”
well, i’m watching hellboy the golden army, and my only response is ( besides the usual i love hellboy ) is…. i bet ky could take control of the golden army. thanks for coming to this shitty ted talk.
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