⇀ ⋯ ❛ you're more than enough . ❜ whispers miles morales / @imsobrooklyn
tw : blood , body horror , injury , death mention .
their reality had always been so harsh . countless years of floating in a void of black and lightning , the storm being their earliest memory , the voice in the back of their head loud and hungry . they manifested through fear for so long , answering to the call of flickering lights , slumping out of mirrors , laughs over screams ; a feverish taste for licking blood off of cold steel .
call me , they'd whisper with a voice that wasn't theirs . call me and make me real . save me . that call went unanswered . they soon grew reliant on the parasite that bonded with their mind and the part of them that still had the will to fight back , to claw , to scream , that part was locked away until their voice was small , weak , nothing . save me . it was quieter now , nothing more than a passing thought quickly forgotten . brushed under by the swat of a heavy hand ; snuffed out by the sound of steel dragging across cold pavement or a fogged mirror .
call me and make me real . it was a command , an order given with an outstretched claw and infectious grin that curled at the ends . the parasite symbiote was all that they had known for so long . the only voice that answered back from the void surrounded by the storm . they fought until their knuckles bleed , they clawed until their nails were dull , they answered the symbiote's faux kindness with bite until they were confronted with the reality that it would never be enough , they would never be enough . carnage was inevitable , unavoidable , eternal . they offered them immortality , freedom in the form of broken glass . the ability to be anywhere ━━ anywhere but the storm . so leisha took their hand . they bond with the parasitic symbiote . they don't fight or claw or bite , but they plead out with their last conscious thought , " please , just let me be enough . "
they breathed fear for so long , skin tingling at the smell of fright and the sound of blood - curdling screams . they gave in to the urges of the only voice that they had ever known . with the somber memories of their own torn flesh and contorted bone to release the symbiote ━━ the cracking , the breaking , the stopping of their own heart as crimson claws pulled it from their chest ━━ they had died a thousand times . they would've died a thousand more if it weren't for him . if it weren't for cautiously careful hands reaching out to them , a smile somehow overshadowing the fear in his eyes . it was okay .
after all , they were still scared of themselves too .
the psychosis of symbiotic tear left them questioning reality from the lingering voice in their head . they were afraid to sleep , less they be taken back to an infinite void of storm and rain and dark . they feared their own reflection , a reminder of the evil that lurked behind once empty eyes , but they looked until they started to hyperventilate . they looked until the whispering in their head started to scream and drag claws at the edges of their psyche . they looked until the reflection moved on its on , smile twisting at the corners , fangs flashing with something ominous , lips moving without a sound , but they still hear it clearly .
the harshest part of their reality was the realization that they were no one without a katana in hand . nothing without the chanting of ' bloody mary ' in a darkened mirror . they weren't enough . in that moment , they rebel . leisha breaks their voice out of its cage and they are rejuvenated with the will to fight , to claw , to bite themselves into a reality ( even if they truly didn't belong ) . they break the mirror ━━ they break every mirror ━━ and they scream to drown out carnage's lullaby . they stomp through glass and leave bloody footprints in their wake . they pull at their ears and their crimson goddess locs . they can't hear anything but their screams and the symbiote's laugh ; carnage's voice telling them to sleep ━━ to give in once more to the only thing that made them something .
sneakers pivot on the wooden floors and crunch on the glass . his arms wrap around them from behind and a frantic voice makes an attempt to hush away the tears that tear down their face . leisha pulls at miles' jacketed arms around their waist , staining the bubble coat with prints from their lacerated hands until they are relaxed into a steady breath , collapsing into the spider - man's hold .
they feel small , insignificant , in the small apartment . knees up to their chest , bandages wrapped tightly around their wounds as they melt into the ambiance of boiling water on the stove , the rhythmic serenade of rza on the record player , the sweeping up of broken glass . their eyes cautiously follow miles as he circles the couch and takes a seat on the other side , blowing over a fresh cup of hot tea before offering it over to them . leisha takes it , holding it in their hands and looking over , almost for approval , before they start blowing soft ripples into the cup . a comfortable kind of silence follows , one that they don't feel deserving of from the kindhearted vigilante , but they still slouch into the couch , their knees aligning with their shoulders . " i ━━ " their hoarse voice cracks the still like a wave of unexpected thunder . " i wasn't strong enough . i don't think that . . . i'll ever be enough , without them . " they confess , uncomfortable in their vulnerability .
" you're more than enough . "
it's so soft and kind that it makes them turn their head to him , eyes widened and eyebrows softly knotted . when miles turns his head to return their look , they turn and look back into their cup of tea before he can catch their gaze . honey eyes stare into the still surface of the liquid where they are confronted with their reflection . they wait for the voice , they wait for the cheshire smile and sharp fangs to abuse the soft pink of their bottom lip , but instead they see someone small and hesitantly hopeful . they see a version of them that lives an independent existence . they feel seen . not looked into like glass , not transparent , not a host , but like someone the spider - man wouldn't hesitate to wrap arms around once more .
leisha had died a thousand times with the desire of standing on their own two feet and weathering the storm , but now they bring the tea to their lips , quietly indulging in a reality were there was someone that would suffer a great loss if they were to perish just once more .
