[ Was it something to prove to herself? That she could look upon them without fear? To swallow pride and instead push down any trauma she may have experienced for the greater good? The world needed Angela, who despite her looks, was growing older and saw things most doctors have not. They needed her at her best. With such a close strike to death, she feels ... an odd invigoration. Something changed, but hope still rooted her in the room with something seemingly feared.
H.P. Lovecraft once said that the fear of the unknown is what scares humanity, but to her... it was a challenge. To find an answer. To find something that she can make sense. Not just for the greater good, but for the being that saved her life.
She does not wear Venom like a suit, does not feel them like something she could take off. They...the ghost-like presence that coasts her nerves and fills parts of her mind... was not as easy to remove. Eddie would know that well. They were synced, at times. Maybe in moments of confusion or by a calling their bodies can't ignore – Angela swears she feels two heartbeats at times, she thinks things she never had before. It confuses her, frustrates her – and even now, she tries to find an answer when it was right in front of her.
Instead, restraint was truly the name of the game right now and she's presented with a choice. It looms over her, the unknown... the unsure... the uncertainty of it all. He can hear how hard she gulps, objections falling short of her lips.
She's desperate... she wants to know what is happening to her, wants to understand the one under her care. The one who saved her. Hesitantly, her palm opens up as an offering, the doctor a sacrifice in the pursuit of knowledge. When the expanse ensnares her, it was a sensation she had never felt. Snug, warm, cold, slippery – she can't pinpoint it when the symbiote takes hold of her. As if, despite the claim for needing to understand, there was mysteries still locked away. They can hear the croaked gasp, a stumble back of resistance only out of instinct before she feels her body swallowed.
They were tangled together into something bigger. And when it takes over her – her mind is opened to the view cast to her. It plays like a movie, knowledge forced inside of her and a clarity provided to a cloudy mind. Up was different than down and even in an expanse of darkness... it makes sense. The navigation clearer and clearer.
Embrace us.
Those words echo in her mind, beating at the sense of individuality she once took for granted. There was no her, no him – us. The bond and the need for more than one, single being.
They say her name in ways that make her stomach knot up, as if that would be one of the last times she was purely Angela. The connection they share hooks into her as much as it guides them and – for once, she looks not to the future but was forced to learn the past – something far beyond recorded history. ]
I –
[ The words fail at first, but it takes strength to push them past the tightness in her throat. ]
I see it... [ Does she really? ] Do you understand this all? You may see it, but do you understand? All of this – what has come to pass, what is now... Whatever binds us, consumes us now – does this make sense?
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H.P. Lovecraft once said that the fear of the unknown is what scares humanity, but to her... it was a challenge. To find an answer. To find something that she can make sense. Not just for the greater good, but for the being that saved her life.
She does not wear Venom like a suit, does not feel them like something she could take off. They...the ghost-like presence that coasts her nerves and fills parts of her mind... was not as easy to remove. Eddie would know that well. They were synced, at times. Maybe in moments of confusion or by a calling their bodies can't ignore – Angela swears she feels two heartbeats at times, she thinks things she never had before. It confuses her, frustrates her – and even now, she tries to find an answer when it was right in front of her.
Instead, restraint was truly the name of the game right now and she's presented with a choice. It looms over her, the unknown... the unsure... the uncertainty of it all. He can hear how hard she gulps, objections falling short of her lips.
She's desperate... she wants to know what is happening to her, wants to understand the one under her care. The one who saved her. Hesitantly, her palm opens up as an offering, the doctor a sacrifice in the pursuit of knowledge. When the expanse ensnares her, it was a sensation she had never felt. Snug, warm, cold, slippery – she can't pinpoint it when the symbiote takes hold of her. As if, despite the claim for needing to understand, there was mysteries still locked away. They can hear the croaked gasp, a stumble back of resistance only out of instinct before she feels her body swallowed.
They were tangled together into something bigger. And when it takes over her – her mind is opened to the view cast to her. It plays like a movie, knowledge forced inside of her and a clarity provided to a cloudy mind. Up was different than down and even in an expanse of darkness... it makes sense. The navigation clearer and clearer.
Embrace us.
Those words echo in her mind, beating at the sense of individuality she once took for granted. There was no her, no him – us. The bond and the need for more than one, single being.
They say her name in ways that make her stomach knot up, as if that would be one of the last times she was purely Angela. The connection they share hooks into her as much as it guides them and – for once, she looks not to the future but was forced to learn the past – something far beyond recorded history. ]
I –
[ The words fail at first, but it takes strength to push them past the tightness in her throat. ]
I see it... [ Does she really? ] Do you understand this all? You may see it, but do you understand? All of this – what has come to pass, what is now... Whatever binds us, consumes us now – does this make sense?