"I'VE BEEN GOIN' THROUGH SOMETHIN'
ONE THOUSE, EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE DAYS. I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH SOMETHIN'. BE AFRAID."
┈ United in Grief

CHAPTER THREE
MANEATER
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She loved the way music filtered through her body and translated into a movement into her hips. Her lips puckered up whistling a tune that left her throat, if anyone with ears heard her their first thought would be;'Man this girl is definitely tone deaf?'

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But Carmilla didn't care how horrible she sounded. She was aware of it proudly, hell she'd even brag about it to someone if she had friends. Yes you heard that right, if she had friends. Believe it or not she was a lonely gal who preferred to have a small circle.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The magician had grown up rather isolated, no room for growth was available for her so she had to learn how to operate in society through classic films and such. Thats all her mother allowed her anyways before she tore everything away from her with the selfish though that she would leave.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Now all she ever did was leave everyones lives, if she were to grow to attach to someone she felt as if they'd clip her wings like her mother. Her heart was tired of circulation getting cut as it tried to patter against her ribcage that in-captured it and let it only feel so much.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dust bunnies fighting in flurries for their life she expelled them with her trusty dust pan and whispered them a small, 'You really thought you got away...'

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Call her childish but she wouldn't heal for the sake of someone else as she wasn't ready yet. Carmilla wasn't ready to trust so she wouldn't force herself when she was aware of it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Some people would say to let the scars heal but she liked to keep them as a reminder and a memory of what she used to have. How to improve her life for the sake of herself and others. It gave herself a sense of control of everything, a new found power that she had never felt before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Just like she had the power to tell that person knocking on the door to leave. Releasing a sigh, her chest deflated but ripened again once she inhaled again. She'd often forgot how to breathe or to breathe, to most it felt like autopilot but once you're told how to act your whole life some habits just stay no matter what.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Coming!" She yelped as she put down whatever was in her hands.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The magician grasped the door knob and it shocked her causing a curse to escape her. Carmilla shook her head and opened it to only see the man who had somehow grew larger in his last year of having a 2 in front of his second digit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"What happened?" The brunette asked with a raised brow. He was a expressive man, always showing what he felt on his visage and she rather liked that about him. As he liked the fact she had the information he was looking for.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I was shocked." She spluttered out cradling her hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Are you ok?" Inviting himself in which very much caused Carmilla to give him a 'what the fuck' look he looked around with something called eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was feeling rather lonely in his universe, theres only so much his ai can give him while a man like him grieved.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Coming to an attention of how dirty her house was, Miguel began to scold her, "How can you live like this? There's dust everywhere? Is that some century old finger right there?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Absolutely mortified by the mess he turns to her, white shirt absolutely popping out to her she peeks a quick glance at how it fits him before shaking her hands away from her body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Did I even say you can come in? So judgmental and for what? You're just gonna ask me for something and leave. Never even offer me anything." She glares his way obviously annoyed with his presence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The spiderman from earth 298 ignores the other and begins picking up, "I'll offer you a clean house and don't act like you never say 'miguel you being here is enough'."

               Not even having anything to say to come back at him she huffs and stares at him as he cleans. Stopping him every-time he picks up something he shouldn't touch or whenever he throws something at her he finds repulsive.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her happy day was absolutely shit upon by the existence of Miguel O'hara, he was a red stain on her white shirt that she could never fend off. No quite literally he was, she accidentally assisted Miguel on a shift around Nueve York in his earth when he absolutely wrecked her white corset.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Only for her to say that she shouldn't wear white to a occasion like this but Carmilla didn't think some asshole for brains would punch the guy next to her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I wanna fuck up that white shirt of yours as payback for 6 months ago." She whispered as she violently shoved a book into the shelf and rapidly began to press kisses against the spine in realization, "I'm sorry baby. Forgive mommy okay, she didn't mean to hurt you."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The woman shushed her book as Miguel finished the last tackling of her horrible house.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"How do you bring people around when you lived in that filth?" He asked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"They usually ignore it because they are to busy wanting me. What? Never had that happen before because you're too busy going after your brothers woman." She obviously mumbled the last part out if frustration but with the fear he'd pin her down to bite her. It was either fear or a feeling she'd rather not say for personal reasons.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He turned sharply, disbelief apparent on his face,"You do know I have super hearing right?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Can you hear the way my heart thumps so angrily for you?" Bringing her hands up in the air she fakes a choking motion as the strangled noise left her mouth like an example of what she'd do to him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Mantén tus torceduras fuera de nuestras charadas, maldito fenómeno." He stated giving that smart ass stare he always gave her like he was telling her she was dumber than him, "Anyways, not that I care but are you okay?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"No, because you're seriously rubbing whatever hobo vibe you got right now on me?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hobo vibe?" He questioned, smart ass glare falling into a look of questioning his existence, "You know how you always offer to watch a movie whenever I want to feel distracted. Can we do that? I think we both need it."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Watch a movie is what they did, limbs tangled together because of Carmilla's need for body heat and Miguel's need for human touch. They laid limp in eachothers embrace, scared that if they let go the other would fly away. Their blood rushed to parts they touched eachother at, making them feel oddly guilty.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"You know I kinda dig the stubble." The magician whispered as her head rested heavy on-top of the brunettes shoulder. She didn't receive a response much to her surprise, he would have usually made some sarcastic reply with that quick brain of his or began to argue with her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But there he was, chin pressed against the top of her head. Arm hooked around her waist, position so intimate that it mocked her and gave a reminder of the thing she truly hated feeling so very comfortable for her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She knew he was projecting but it would hurt to pick at the pomegranate. The magician would let it stain her face and fingers just for the bitter taste of it as the pomegranate wasn't ripe enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chest burning like ignition, her ribs shook as she let in air to her lungs. It dripped wet and salty on her, slipping through her hair and down her forehead. It passed through her tear duct, staining her cheeks as if the tear was her own. Hand pressing against the crystal liquid, she looked down at it.

He was crying.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His pleas screamed in the fluid, and she couldn't sprawl the pads of her fingers across his skin. She could only let his sadness fall into her, she couldn't overstep but gosh he was a grieving man. A grieving man who had stained her white long sleeve but instead of crimson marking its pearl, it turned grey like her world at this very moment.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She should have stopped him that day he had made contact with that parallel, now she didn't stop him from crying but sat there in his hold.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel used to be such a sarcastic man with the best quip but he was a broken action figure repeating the same mumbo jumbo.

⠀⠀⠀⠀He had given up.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"But I know the curves of your face." The guy on the screen stated, it was some rom com that she had loved but she couldn't bring herself to attention to it. Those words stuck out to her though, Tearing herself from Miguel, she adjusted herself. His jewels of misery not painting itself on her cheeks any longer, Carmilla's knees pressed into the couch as she held herself on-top of him careful not to push any boundaries.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Converging her hand to hold his cheeks in the palm of her hand, the pads of her thumb pecked his under-eye. They slid so carefully across them carefully not to cause wrinkles, her eyes that usually raged a storm grew clear as she focused on his face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀They gawked into each others eyes, browns intertwining with the sky of hers. No words were spoken as the shadows on his face from the playing tv reminded her of when they first met.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The air of their breath tingled causing heat to curl across skin. The magician and the spider leaned in, tension so thick in the air. Two broken people found comfort in one another's touch and soon in the shade of lips. That was at least before the woman with black tresses sprawled messily on the top of her head turned and pushed Miguel's face into her neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She always whined about him getting her shirt dirty during this whole day but if she had to be a wash cloth in order to undo his tears she would. She'd soak up all his emotions till he's dry. The pomegranate she devoured called Miguel would forever mark her as her whole face painted red and hands flushed. Carmilla was a white t-shirt and Miguel was ripe.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She ran her hand through his curly hair that was in desperate need of a cut, she ignored the shake his body gave.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Her mind still burned from the almost kiss but she knew he was just not thinking straight. They were two parallels, she was lighting and he was thunder. She'd brighten up the sky and he would shake it. They were horrific combined together.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Moon peaking through her curtains, the light burned into her face as a waterfall fell across her neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In every universe other she had fell in love with Spiderman but she didn't have a spiderman in her universe.

She had a Miguel O'hara.

Word Count : 1998
( Note ) This chapter felt so ass to me? Like idk, I typed it half asleep last night again. We are where Miguel had lost his family so he's a grieving man who needs comfort. The end of this act will dip into across the spiderverse because I will probably have watched it by then. I'm so excited to write Miles and Carmilla's dynamic. She's literally like a cool older to them whenever she bullies Miles in the spider society. Also I'm so sad we didn't get to see a really goody Miguel but i'm glad he peeks out from what I see. He's hilarious asf in the comics. Also wait i got distracted and forgot.

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