But my heart is returned to sister winter (OTA)

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Residents of the farmhouse and guests/others
DATE: December to early January
LOCATION: The farmhouse
SITUATION: Recovering from top surgery, seasonal depression, and general comings and goings
WARNINGS: N/A at present

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[saltwaterlungs]

"Wait until my chest heals and we'll see how true that is," Darcy huffs like an ornery bull. Strangely comforting to know she can still be coaxed into picking a fight.

"And thank God. I love having new problems to replace my old problems, ehn."

[thismaskismybadge]

"Hey, bring it on. If you think you can land a hit past Spider-Sense even now I've got my webs too, you're absolutely welcome to try. Once you're not at risk of grievous bodily harm from your own body."

She hasn't had a bout that isn't dodging snowballs thrown by children in a while.

"Right? Literally, just switch out one problem for another, it's foolproof."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Spider-Sense nothing. I'm a fucking ghost. You'll be lucky to even see me coming," Darcy scoffs like they are not currently blanketmaxxing.

Darcy huffs a small sound, shooting back- "just let me know if you work out how to replace the problems with no problems."

[thismaskismybadge]

"There's a joke in here about Ghost-Spiders that I don't think I'm allowed to make for fourth-wall reasons."

And then like she didn't say that at all: "Anyway if I ever work that out I'll be screaming it from the rooftops. Literally."