A vain attempt to keep my mind of my drafts lead me to sketching. This time it's Spider-Connie's captor. (And what a trainwreck she is.)
She is a picture of wicked grace.
With heels sharper than stiletto knives and a tongue to match, every step she takes is a stab into the ground, a knife to its chest that doesn’t bleed to her satisfaction. It’s annoying, grueling, exhausting stabbing holes into something that doesn’t whimper in pain or grimace when the blade presses down. But she buries them, the emotions, and keeps them locked away behind a tightened mask of impartiality.
She is a picture of wicked insanity.
Buried things surface, bubbling like a boiling volcano and it bursts out of her in screams, in blood she sprays across tile floors. Her fingers claw at exposed throats and squeeze - if she isn’t allowed to breathe, neither can you. If she isn’t allowed something then like a petulant child, she lacerates skin and souls until she’s satisfied. But she’s been worn down, fingers ground to the bone, and she is never satisfied with anything.
She is a picture of wicked nothing.
Behind bright eyes are bags of darkness, and they’ve been popped. Like a bruise, the hollowness bleeds, staining them until the light is swallowed and they reflect nothing. Sallow skin dots itself with blooms of purple and blue, cracking lips press themselves into a thin line and teeth grind, while deep-set desperation threads itself into every fiber of her being. She is a vessel and nothing more, empty, and nothing more.
She is a picture of wicked serenity.
Emotionless smiles and picture-pretty grins are her curtain and she hides behind them well. The tips of her hair slide across her skin and she feels the mask click into place. In these moments, when her subject is falling apart is when she feels the calmest. Any and all control is in her hands. She wields it with a meticulous air, drags her two-bladed sword down open wounds and smiles as they bleed.
She is a picture of wicked storms. Wild as a hurricane. But hurricanes die out once they’ve laid their waste to land and sea, and while she lasts, she intends to wreck everything she touches.
She is a picture of wicked vengeance.
She will get her revenge.