[the Kim lookalike watches right back, then nods simply, touches a finger to his lips, and makes the universal gesture for 'follow me', treading toward an alley.
above that alley, hidden from view behind a stairwell exit, crouches Norman, a strand of silk already attached to the lip of the roof, ready to lower himself down at the opportune moment.
not only can he see Harry trembling, but he can feel the vibrations, and it activates that spider's sense of prey within him. yes. yes. come into the web, you fly, you disgusting little insect. let him help you. coccoon you up in death and let the evil bits slough off in resurrection.
he shakes his head a little, not really liking how hard that prey drive goes, how close it edges to mental territory that he's been trying to fervently stay out of. but the objective remains the same. he can still imagine poor Beat dying at Harry's hands, can still smell the aftermath of the grocery fire, see Fiddleford's reaction to Marco being murdered... and knows it has to stop.]
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above that alley, hidden from view behind a stairwell exit, crouches Norman, a strand of silk already attached to the lip of the roof, ready to lower himself down at the opportune moment.
not only can he see Harry trembling, but he can feel the vibrations, and it activates that spider's sense of prey within him. yes. yes. come into the web, you fly, you disgusting little insect. let him help you. coccoon you up in death and let the evil bits slough off in resurrection.
he shakes his head a little, not really liking how hard that prey drive goes, how close it edges to mental territory that he's been trying to fervently stay out of. but the objective remains the same. he can still imagine poor Beat dying at Harry's hands, can still smell the aftermath of the grocery fire, see Fiddleford's reaction to Marco being murdered... and knows it has to stop.]