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* ╱╱ this is going to be so terribly rusty i apologize in advance
vera's absolute favorite thing about gwen's world was gwen herself . on the times where she did extended visits to earth-88 , she took it upon herself to observe && adapt to the scenery && blend in to the best of her ability .
it started with her fashion , dulling down the brighter colors && retro-futuristic fashion into something more modern . the colors themselves were still bright , but the silhouettes were different than those usually worn by the spider . then came her makeup . again , toned down besides colorful eyeliner or contacts highlighting her whimsical nature . she did all of that as to not scare gwen away or let her know of her true personhood .
it was sometimes painful emotionally , having to nod along or actually be quiet in efforts to learn more on gwen's world . she'd be polite , ask questions as if she were from a foreign country which wouldn't be far off . vera's eyes wouldn't stray to far from the blonde , whether in or out of costume .
it was a quiet night with the spider-person wearing another mask with gwen beside her . gwen was working on something that vera absolutely did not have the brain power for , nor could she understand despite multiple attempts . the sounds of the city were so quiet compared to her world , the colors clinical && cold with far less greenery - but gwen was not distracted as she did not know anything else , has not seen worlds beyond this one .
vera occupied herself by quietly admiring the other from a chair on the side of her room , tossing a ball up in the air && catching it over && over . the repetitive action , along with gwen's odd but tasteful music , left vera calm . she knew that it was only a matter of time before she was caught in earth-88 && taken back for questioning , but she couldn't help it . gwen was here . that was enough .
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ID. @OGBLOND ❝ YOU SURE THAT ISN'T THE STELLAR COMPANY ? ❞ vera teased , turning in her seat && lounging in it like a cat would - hand catching the thrown rubber ball for a final time before she eased . vera knew what it meant to stay , how mant rules of the multiverse she could potentially break if she intervened against canon , but so far it seemed the canon has already happened . by some miraculous , terrifying purpose , gwen stacy was alive in this world . touched by the ravages of grief && with a cold blanket upon her psyche , but / alive / . vera could not help be drawn to life in all its' sounds , colors , smells , && experiences . she considered earth-88 it's own beauteous thing to witness . . . && there was nothing more beauteous than gwen to her in this particular world . ( ignoring the fact that she will die . ignoring the fact that any spider && any gwen stacy in any capacity is doomed for more tragedy . mourning a life she'll never get to truly keep , touch , or taste . things were simpler when it was just peter parker who was dead . ) vera stood from her seat , hands brushing over the materials that gwen was pouring over in an exploratory manner . it was something scientific , primarily having to do with multiverse theory . it was something vera understood only at the base level , what with the transporter acting as a faked watch on her left wrist . there was always a part of her that wanted to tell gwen of everything that lied beyond . she knew that she couldn't , but still would reach for her as she did now to brush gwen's hair behind her ear with a joyous smile . ❝ I HOPE MY COMPANY ISN'T AS BORING AS THOSE BOOKS , PRINCESS . ❞ vera would remark , gesturing to the mess of papers clearly crumpled by the weight of the blonde dipping into the space . her countenance would remain light with posture confident , already so sure of what to do && say around her . friendship , easy && willing as always .
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@SP1DERBE4TS, her world’s a bit brighter with vera santas in such close proximity. a month, or five, gwenaëlle maxine stacy could hibernate like a winter animal who did not know the faded colors of spring had come and gone with company so pleasing. ever languid, she’ll lift up with an elbow, delicate fingers rubbing remnants of slumber from her eye. notes, hypotheses, lay forgotten, splayed open against her softly heaving chest. lament seemed to settle upon her shoulders like an old mantle, well—known and well—worn. else had become a repository for grief, accoutered in mourning silks for the lives they’d lived and lost. this wintry, perennial chill had been a design of gwen’s own making: this monotone life, her father’s office she couldn’t dare re—decorate by even an inch, and the out—of—place vera. had they attainted a vagabond, doomed to wander so close but never intwined, their fates braided together in a show of permanence that was not at all unwelcome. eyes, cerulean with thaw and glistening accordingly, caught the slate depths of the other in an articulately calculated pull for rhyme or reason, “you look pleased with yourself.” the thorens td-160s parrots subconscious, in muffled sounding system, for chet baker to echo: ‘my funny valentine,’
