ㅤ ㅤ〈 ㅤᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶤᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ㅤ〉 Tнε Blαcк-Яσвεd Tεяяσяιѕт ; ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤɌ Ɇ Ⱥ Ᵽ Ɇ Ɍ — 『ㅤ #OWRP | #MVRP ㅤ ㅤRᴇᴄɪᴘʀᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. ㅤㅤ ㅤWɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ. ㅤ』 RT·ꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!

"The spider always watches. Never doubt that."

"Flattery will get you anything, chéri."

"ᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴺᴰ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴬᵞ ᴹᵞ ᴳᴼᴬᴸ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴱˢᵀ ᴴᴬᶜᴷᴱᴿ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ" 💗 2 years of experience 💜 #OWRP/#MVRP 💗 N/SFW 💜 Semi Literate/Detailed 💗 Friendly Writer 💜 OC Friendly "ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᵀ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ?"

“𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.” 🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡🌡 + Literate and descriptive + Singleship With chemistry + Not new to character or verse + NSFW/SFW + Mature themes (cussing etc)

⠀⠀.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. ⠀ ⠀⠀.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ⠀ ⠀✦ 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. ⠀⠀✧ 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨. ⠀⠀⠀✦ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. ⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 ⁄𝙊𝘾 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮. ⠀ ⠀↺ & ♡?

She peaks around through narrowed eyes. Some new faces, some familiar ones.

“Absence doesn't necessarily make the heart grow fonder, it seems.”

“I'm a ruthless assassin and even I know you're supposed to appreciate your healers...”

“Alright, alright... don't get overexcited. Don't tell me your holier-than-thou colleagues don't offer you that basic courtesy?”

“Ah, how rude. If you worked for us, we'd certainly... appreciate you.”

Taking one delicate step closer, Widow inclined her head to catch the shorter woman's eye. “In fact, we're 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 appreciative. Something to keep in mind, hm?”

“I thought you might.” One corner of her mouth quirks upwards, closer to a smirk than a smile. “You're supposed to be smart, n'est pas?”

The smirk evaporated just as quickly as it had appeared. That name still sounded strange to her. “Bits and pieces, yes,” she replied, “But that's in the past. It's of no consequence.”

Though her expressionless face betrayed no such feelings, those same memories were flashing before the spider's own eyes. Memories she'd once treasured, until they'd removed her ability to. Nonetheless, seeing her frown brought her no joy. “There's no use dwelling on the past.”

She'd make some spider noises in return but unfortunately spiders are silent—

Eyes widened in surprise; her breath hitched in her throat. The blonde's hand felt warm and oddly familiar. “I—I don't know what you're trying to do... but...” She cursed the stammer in her own voice. 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘬.

A smile might be too big of an ask. Hey, at least she hasn't killed him yet—it's a start!

Narrowed eyes squint at the disc. She's more of a classical music kind of woman. “Ah... merci. And what is it you want in return?”

Stretches like a cat. It's been a while since she's done a job; she's getting restless.