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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[vecna]

[Wow?]

What do you mean "of course" I have spiders?

[striketwice]

I mean exactly what I said.

Let me guess. You think they're really fascinating.

[vecna]

[Utterly and completely called out. He isn't sure what to feel about this.]

They are fascinating. Is that a problem?

[FRIENDSHIP OVER IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SPIDERS, SIR]

[striketwice]

[ You got yourself involved with this genre-savvy asshole, Henry. You have only yourself to blame. ]

No problem at all. Just completely expected.

[vecna]

[That doesn't answer anything!!]

And just what is it about me that screams "finds spiders fascinating"?

[striketwice]

[ He's just sort of wandering his way toward Henry's room, spinning on one foot to walk backwards a few paces as he talks. ]

Let's see, you're misunderstood. Solitary. Deadly. You're not a lightning bolt, you're a spider.

[vecna]

[ ...

He just gives Alec a little smile as they walk, and when they suddenly come upon his room, he opens the door and leads them in.]

I'm not that predictable, Alec Brennan.

[APPARENTLY HE IS]

[striketwice]

I don't hear you telling me I'm wrong.

[ Inside he goes. Smugly. ]

[vecna]

[Asshole!! He closes the door behind him.]

I've always found that spiders are better company than humans. You're not proving me wrong.

[Inside Henry's room... Well, it looks about as spartan as Alec's. But he does have a few personal belongings of note: mostly, his sketchbook at his desk. And next to that, a medium-sized glass terrarium, filled with leaves and twigs and several spiders milling about within, either hidden in shadow or lounging on their webs, eight legs splayed and still.]

Sit wherever you like.

[striketwice]

You're not proving me wrong either, my guy.

[ He takes a moment to look around, noting the few personal effects in stark contrast to Alec's utter lack of them. His eyes linger on the terrarium -- curious, rather than repulsed. ]

Ideally, I wanna put the portal someplace where you're not likely to smack into anything when you come through.

[vecna]

[He's ignoring that first bit! Henry refuses to acknowledge how utterly correct Alec is about him and spiders.

So... the portal should absolutely not be near the desk, then. Henry still plans to show Alec the terrarium up close, but maybe after he's through with his portal-crafting first.]

A little ways from the foot of the bed.

[His almost perfectly made bed, with nothing really of note nearby other than an end table standing adjacent.]

There's plenty of space there. My room isn't exactly cluttered.

[striketwice]

[ His eyes move to the indicated space, apparently finding it passable. ]

Works for me. You should know I'm gonna be at this a while.

[vecna]

Good thing I know how to kill time.

[Wanders over to his desk to pick up his sketchbook and pencil, then decides to cross back over to the bed, sitting. Opens up to an empty page.]

Don't rush on my account.

[striketwice]

Suit yourself. But we're getting lunch after this.

[ When he says "a while" he means a good couple hours. Possibly more.

As he settles in to work, it's clear that this is something meticulous and painstaking. He works mostly in silence, unless Henry deigns to make conversation. The stormy glow at the foot of Henry's bed grows and grows, until there is a veil of runes hovering there, not unlike what Henry found Alec with in the graveyard. ]

[vecna]

[All Alec earns is a noncommittal response. Henry can busy himself with drawing for a couple of hours, even if he takes a break now and again to watch the man work. Watching him carve out those runes is vaguely mesmerizing, in a way.

By the time there's a whole veil of stormy light at the foot of his bed, Henry's sitting with his back against the headboard. He's filled a few pages of his sketchbook already, though his eyes flick up to check on Alec's progress.]

...Don't you need to take a break?

[striketwice]

[ Alec straightens from where he's checking on the runes, arching his back to stretch. ]

You could've asked me that an hour ago.

[ But he's not saying no. He comes around to the edge of the bed. And flops rather unceremoniously onto the mattress. ]

Two portals in one day is definitely my limit.

[vecna]

[That unceremonious flop… You’re wrinkling his sheets.]

Then rest for a little while. You don’t need to be anywhere else, do you?

[Oh.]

I can show you them, now.

[…His spiders.]

[striketwice]

[ Sorry not sorry about your sheets, dude. ]

Miraculously, my schedule is wide open.

[ He props himself up on an elbow to look at Henry. ]

Them? ... The spiders?

[vecna]

Yes.

[The spiders! Henry doesn’t wait for an affirmative. He’s already setting his sketchbook aside and scooting off his bed, standing and making his way to his desk on the other side of the room. The pace of his gait is the same as always, but there is still something oddly childlike in his eagerness. His back’s to Alec as he removes the top of the terrarium.]

They won’t bite.

[Well.]

As long as you’re gentle.

[striketwice]

[ Alec hauls himself up to a sit and just watches a moment, as he often does when it comes to Henry. It's hard not to notice the almost childlike simplicity in the sentiment, wanting to share something with someone in a way he never had the chance to.

Not for the first time, Alec has to wonder just what he's gotten himself into. ]

... You want me to hold them?

[vecna]

[This is what you signed up for, Alec. No backing out now.

When Henry turns back around, his hands are cupped, and he draws closer to Alec, holding out his offering. A small brown spider, with long, slender legs, crawls curiously across Henry’s skin, nearing his fingertips.]

No, just the one. Her.

[He won’t inundate him with spiders. Isn’t he courteous?]

I never gave the ones back at my old home names, but I wonder if I should here. Go on, hold out your hand.

[striketwice]

You mean you haven't yet? Color me surprised.

[ Of course, Alec thinks. Of course Henry also had a spider collection back when he was a kid. Were there spiders back in the lab? Did he collect those too? Why not?

He glances down at the spider in Henry's hand, watches it crawl over slender fingers on slender legs.

He holds out his hand. ]

[vecna]

[They were black widows. His favorite. That might not surprise Alec, either.

This spider, though? No different than a brown house spider, and it pokes at Alec’s fingers with its front legs, testing. It’s a tickly feeling.]

I’ll take suggestions if you have any.

[And then the spider ambles forward with all of its eight legs, right onto Alec’s palm. It starts to slowly explore, unsurprisingly.]

[striketwice]

I think you're contractually obligated to have at least one Charlotte.

[ His eyes stay on the spider crawling around on his palm. It makes its way to the edge of his hand and he obligingly turns his wrist, allowing her to crawl over the back of his hand instead. ]

Beyond that, I've got nothing.

[vecna]

[Henry sits beside Alec, watching his interaction with the spider. The curve of his fingers as the little arachnid eventually trails along them.]

Charlotte. [A reference he understands.] That’s a little trite, don’t you think?

[(Officially, this spider is Charlotte now.)]