[ He should be gloating, should be lording her ignorance over her as he does others... but he relents. They are now too close to her to deflect from the possibility of a connection, to attempt vainly to mystify and numb himself to the deafening rhythm of Angela's beating heart. The circulation of her blood, the expansion and contraction of her lungs, the pit in her stomach that she ignores to stand resolute before her monstrous patient.
All that she feels, all that she is is beholden to Venom without her necessarily even knowing.
It is time, then, for a transmission of knowledge. What some might call the opening of her third eye. ]
Give us permission, and we will share with you what we know.
[ Gentler now than he's ever been, as if slowness is a thing he'd just learned moments prior, his massive hand encircles Angela's forearm. Fingers like curved knives guide her hand towards his undulating solar plexus, stopping short of letting her touch it. ]
Open your hand, if you wish. Then push.
Embrace us.
[ If Angela complies, small tendrils emerge from the surface of Venom's chest, ensnaring her hand. The same tendrils expand, like an oil spill spreading through clean waters, corrupting all that it touches. Steadily, the black mass flows, covering her arm. Her chest. Her stomach. All before descending lower, until all of her is covered by the blackness except her head. But then it surrounds her there, too, until only her face is exposed. She is otherwise circumscribed, and that is more than enough for what awaits her.
Because now, she's in the abyss. Not staring down at it, not blinking back at it-- she is in it.
She is it.
And she sees what the Eddie Brock sees. What the symbiote sees.
As well as what they have seen.
The expansion of human comprehension's upper limits would be otherwise maddening. But Angela has her expertise. Her intellect. She has the psyches of both Eddie and the symbiote as additional grounding wires.
Because what she is beholden to is not dissimilar to what Venom has evoked previously, when enumerating what a former enemy was giving up. ]
no subject
[ He should be gloating, should be lording her ignorance over her as he does others... but he relents. They are now too close to her to deflect from the possibility of a connection, to attempt vainly to mystify and numb himself to the deafening rhythm of Angela's beating heart. The circulation of her blood, the expansion and contraction of her lungs, the pit in her stomach that she ignores to stand resolute before her monstrous patient.
All that she feels, all that she is is beholden to Venom without her necessarily even knowing.
It is time, then, for a transmission of knowledge. What some might call the opening of her third eye. ]
Give us permission, and we will share with you what we know.
[ Gentler now than he's ever been, as if slowness is a thing he'd just learned moments prior, his massive hand encircles Angela's forearm. Fingers like curved knives guide her hand towards his undulating solar plexus, stopping short of letting her touch it. ]
Open your hand, if you wish. Then push.
Embrace us.
[ If Angela complies, small tendrils emerge from the surface of Venom's chest, ensnaring her hand. The same tendrils expand, like an oil spill spreading through clean waters, corrupting all that it touches. Steadily, the black mass flows, covering her arm. Her chest. Her stomach. All before descending lower, until all of her is covered by the blackness except her head. But then it surrounds her there, too, until only her face is exposed. She is otherwise circumscribed, and that is more than enough for what awaits her.
Because now, she's in the abyss. Not staring down at it, not blinking back at it-- she is in it.
She is it.
And she sees what the Eddie Brock sees. What the symbiote sees.
As well as what they have seen.
The expansion of human comprehension's upper limits would be otherwise maddening. But Angela has her expertise. Her intellect. She has the psyches of both Eddie and the symbiote as additional grounding wires.
Because what she is beholden to is not dissimilar to what Venom has evoked previously, when enumerating what a former enemy was giving up. ]
Do you see it... Angela? Do you see it all?