#spiderkin

    You spin your words carefully the way you spin your web, to the boy who cannot escape the trappings of string you’ve created just for him, and you slowly but surely find that he is getting caught in your words as well. You feed him, care for him, wrap him in all of your many limbs and whisper sweet words as you use his immobility to find his sweet spot and make him shiver. The little shudders are so much different than struggling. And that dies down, too, eventually. The poor thing, so completely and hopelessly trapped, both physically and by your love.

    His stares take on a different tone, a different look, his words become less as knives to cut the threads and instead he begins to build a web of his own. You are so proud. You have loved him for so long, and now, finally, he sees you in the light you were always meant to be seen. Good, how very good of him to finally understand– especially considering there was never any other option. And now he is yours, even if you cut the threads. Even if your web was gone, he is yours. And when he tells you he loves you, you wrap him in all of your limbs once more, and you hold each other tightly as lovers do.