Fics like Cloak and Dagger, Cape and Cowl

"Your turn," Sara said. "Let's see who we're eating with." After a long, considering pause, the villain lifted her sleeves to the sides of her cowl. A twitch was enough to flick it back from her head, revealing a visage of pure night, a shockingly dark, impossibly gaping void cut from the cheery yellow backdrop of their kitchen. On second look, it wasn't the solid black hole, the sucking emptiness, that it appeared, but a mass of writhing tendrils instead—tangled and seething, squirming in a vague imitation of humanity, like a nest of vipers dumped over a person's head, barely clinging to it for form; or a plume of black smoke trapped in a bulb, wisps and tendrils tickling against the inner glass, ever a moment of inattention from breaking free. Sara took a quick, nervous gulp of water. "Okay," she gurgled. "That's cool, you can put it back on now. Thanks."

Fics like Cloak and Dagger, Cape and Cowl

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