#grasshopperqueen

[dxviouspsycho]

“Do you believe that was a mindful response to the situation?”

"Probably not. But I was certainly beneficial to my end goals."

He chuckled, passing a glass of red wine to Insecta with a grin. "Sometimes it's more effective to feign kindness, than to be truly kind up front."

[psychxpxthic]

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I know Insecta doesn't entirely look like this but I wanted to emphasize her bug like features // qualities, enjoy !

[thecursedraven]

“Hello good sir! I hear you have quite the trinket collection, please except my offering of my finest cicada shells my king!” Insecta holds out a handful of perfectly intact cicada shells.

The King grinned, giving a slight bow of consideration before accepting them.

"Ohho- Well thank you kindly!" Despite his sharp nails, he was exceedingly gentle with them, placing them neatly on one of the nearby bookshelves that lined the room.

"Very well received, thank you- So tell me, what brings you my way with such an interesting offering?"

Darius tiled his head, giving the newcome a good onceover.

[oculusxcaro]

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Khare hesitated before knocking on the door. Insecta had returned to Gotham, her cruise ship casting an ominous look over the harbour. However, there was no sign of the woman on deck and Khare knew better than to barge inside without an invitation. Once, she'd been allowed safe passage by the swarm, back when Insecta was sick and unable to buy food herself. Spending her weekly day off roaming the city streets in search of grocery stores offering discounts on good, buying cheap tins of soup may have gone some way in gaining Insecta's approval and Khare felt that a wrong turn here might burn that good will to ashes.

Her hand hesitated, other hand holding onto a bag of groceries. She'd come all this way, surely there was no harm knocking at the very least? Insecta could have been sleeping but there was the possibility she might have been unwell again, maybe even injured due to some grand battle at sea. Khare wasn't sure therefore, steeling her nerves, knocked once, twice, three times and waited. Then the door opened, revealing just the person she was looking for. "Hey, Insecta. It's um... been a while, hasn't it? You look well, or at least I hope you've been well. Have you?" Khare stammered a little, shifting awkwardly on her feet. Oh boy, how could she word this? Khare had noticed her ship bobbing on the harbour waves on the way home from work after her shift ended, went home and cleaned herself up a little before buying a few cheap groceries with the tips she'd made. Enough to buy some beef chuck, tinned tomatoes, beef stock and a pack of pasta sheets. She was sure she remembered seeing salt and pepper in the kitchen when she visited, when she left the bag of soup along with a bottle of gatorade for Insecta to enjoy when she woke up from her nap... "I know it's short notice but would you, um, mind if I stayed over for an hour or two? I picked up some stuff after work and would love to make some soup for you. Nice soup I mean, not that crappy tinned stuff." The weather hadn't been that great lately, ranging between stifling hot or sudden, wet and cold. Today it was the latter and a bowl of Instant Pot Beef Pasta Soup might tempt even Insecta, being promised a bowl of hearty beef cubes, spices and pasta simmered in a rich, colourful broth in exchange for allowing her kitchen to be used.

[psychxpxthic]

@grasshopperqueen Liked for a starter; ______________________________________________________________ Sparks were practically flying off from the top of the doctor's head by the mere sight of this woman. But the look he gave was anything but welcoming, in fact, it was rather crazed! Without letting a word slip out of Insecta's mouth, Edgar raised a finger in the air and spoke in a quick manner, as though if he didn't, his thoughts would go amiss and he'd forget what it all was he wanted to get out.

❝ Tell me— is your vessel compiled of—that of haemolymph? If so this must mean the interior of your body resembles that of a cavity. But you lack an exoskeleton. Your exterior it's...it's fleshy. Does it— does your blood contain lipids? glycerol—? ❞

A brief pause finally broke the man off from his rapid tanget, his voice slowing down to a much more comprehensible speed as he said far more clearly

❝ Do you bleed red ? ❞

[dxviouspsycho]

❛ You keep making that face and I’m going to have to kiss it. ❜

"Do it then, dollface, I got all day to waste with you."

[dxviouspsycho]

"You know I'm not one to break promises."

"Then stay. Here, with me."

Edgar gently ashed the cherry of his cigar, taking in the visage of Insecta's lithe and limber form. She was, in all ways, a beauty of refined countenance, and he ever enchanted by her mind and body alike.

But often he would crave more than her simple company. He craved her desire, in a way. Perhaps, if he could get her to move in, to stay....

[psychxpxthic]

❛  you can talk to me.  ❜

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He would peek through blinds that were tightly drawn, shocked by the glow of the breaking dawn. He shunned the brilliance of another day, enslaved, entombed, he stays hidden away. Nights ever-so-long as he lays awake, anxiety choking him like a poisonous snake; his self hatred only grows.

Being hated and scored is most painful indeed, and that love can be torture, all must concede... but to be ignored and forgotten can vanquish one's heart⸺ until it's left in pieces, simply shattered apart.

❝ No... ❞ He spoke with words that seemed to lingered ❝ ⸺I'd rather keep my thoughts. To myself. ❞