Never one to under-do something, the dress Gwen picks out for the event is all layered skirts and puffy sleeves, like a particular fluffed up ballerina complete with signature aqua-blue ballet shoes. It's probably a bitch much and frankly cost her half her bank account, but she likes it—and also the kids had at least a little sway over her choice.
Her little spiderlings—otherwise known as 7y/o Callie, 10y/o Olive, and 12y/o Letitia from the dormitory—spend their time flitting between hanging out with the other younger kids and hanging out with Gwen. They eat a bunch of food, chat a bunch, make flower garlands that they drape over each other, and dance around in a group. Occasionally, you might even find Gwen teaching the three of them a few ballet moves, or putting on a little one-woman ballet show for them with a big grin on her face.
When they're off on their own, Gwen either takes a moment to sit and chill out, catch her breath—eats more chocolate-dipped goodies and listens to the music, miming drumming arrangements with her hands—or mingles a bit, finding friends or getting in on the dancing on her own.
Ballad of the Damned
There's always something.
In the first few moments after the music begins, Gwen still has the composure to web herself up onto the rooftop of the gazebo to get a better vantage point. But that means that, as the pressure of the sorrowful song grows, it's there on the roof she finds herself shrinking in on herself as the tears begin to flow.
There's plenty of memories for it to draw upon. Peter, dead in her arms. Her father, unknowingly hating her for years. Miles, Hobie, all the Spider friends she hasn't seen in so long. Shouji being once again so far away. The Village in its entirety, another dead at her hands.
Nope, no, no—can't just sit here, can't just sit here above everyone and do nothing. Can't, and yet even trying to shuffle towards the edge is hard, the will drained and her depth-perception screwed by the tears.
Gwen Stacy | Spiderverse Trilogy
Eat, Drink, Be Merry
Never one to under-do something, the dress Gwen picks out for the event is all layered skirts and puffy sleeves, like a particular fluffed up ballerina complete with signature aqua-blue ballet shoes. It's probably a bitch much and frankly cost her half her bank account, but she likes it—and also the kids had at least a little sway over her choice.
Her little spiderlings—otherwise known as 7y/o Callie, 10y/o Olive, and 12y/o Letitia from the dormitory—spend their time flitting between hanging out with the other younger kids and hanging out with Gwen. They eat a bunch of food, chat a bunch, make flower garlands that they drape over each other, and dance around in a group. Occasionally, you might even find Gwen teaching the three of them a few ballet moves, or putting on a little one-woman ballet show for them with a big grin on her face.
When they're off on their own, Gwen either takes a moment to sit and chill out, catch her breath—eats more chocolate-dipped goodies and listens to the music, miming drumming arrangements with her hands—or mingles a bit, finding friends or getting in on the dancing on her own.
Ballad of the Damned
There's always something.
In the first few moments after the music begins, Gwen still has the composure to web herself up onto the rooftop of the gazebo to get a better vantage point. But that means that, as the pressure of the sorrowful song grows, it's there on the roof she finds herself shrinking in on herself as the tears begin to flow.
There's plenty of memories for it to draw upon. Peter, dead in her arms. Her father, unknowingly hating her for years. Miles, Hobie, all the Spider friends she hasn't seen in so long. Shouji being once again so far away. The Village in its entirety, another dead at her hands.
Nope, no, no—can't just sit here, can't just sit here above everyone and do nothing. Can't, and yet even trying to shuffle towards the edge is hard, the will drained and her depth-perception screwed by the tears.
Wildcard
Hit me.