[ Angela had seen some shit in her time. She's seen death. She's seen life. She's seen organic matter fuse with machines. She's seen questions with no answers and answers to questions never asked. Here? She is facing something bigger than a scientific mind. There was risk involved in the pursuit of knowledge. Some had lost their lives, some had been silenced with their tongues cut out or eyes plucked from their heads. This was no... war, however. This was no battle.
It was a marriage, in a sense. One bond, connecting two beings together. Something that was less on-paper and more through feeling. Through every nerve-ending that lights through Angela's mind. Eddie had time to adjust to the symbiote's tug, Angela not so much. She feels as if she's swimming in an ocean with no sense of direction. When she focuses one way, thinking shore awaits her – she is met with nothing.
So she swims, until she feels weight drag her down as she becomes overstimulated. Overwhelmed. Drowning for a brief moment before their 'bond' pulls apart, allowing her to surface. Angela had never experienced a sensation like that, something fearful as much as it was on the cusp of truth. Clarity. Hope.
When she is free from this, the feeling lingers like a ghost against her skin. Her knees buckle and she has to catch herself on her rolling chair for a moment. Never before had she felt vulnerable as much as empowered – and all she does is look up at him. Her eyes hold an intensity – of emotions she wasn't sure she could surmise. It takes his cackling to go through her, the claim that she was part of him. ]
You need because you hunger... A purpose, be it to survive, to pursue, to bond, to reach...
[ A staggered breath befalls her but finally, she stands up straight. He towers over her, but her frame was far from tiny. Far from frail. Even if he had saved her, they had saved her, there's resilience.
And that was the test.
She spent her night up and awake. A cold sweat trickling down her collarbone. Thoughts of what is she now racing through her mind. It was risky to do this, to be alone with this 'monster' with no observation, no 'back-up'. But... she had to know. Something called her. The desire for knowledge, the curiosity that had killed so many cats before her? Who knew. It was a calculated risk and she takes it – and he had taken her.
Angela does not like the feeling of being property. He can feel the shift in her, how her stomach churns and see how the color on her face flushes away. Yet... the saving grace was she knows the implication. Knows what this means. A bond. It was beneficial and comparable. ]
Congratulations, your dismissal... is pushed up. [ She begins collecting the tests on the wall, stripping proof that he was ever here from the room. Any trace – she's busy already. ] However... you will still be under my care. That is non-negotiable. You will not be under Overwatch or Talon's jurisdiction. Mine. Only mine.
no subject
It was a marriage, in a sense. One bond, connecting two beings together. Something that was less on-paper and more through feeling. Through every nerve-ending that lights through Angela's mind. Eddie had time to adjust to the symbiote's tug, Angela not so much. She feels as if she's swimming in an ocean with no sense of direction. When she focuses one way, thinking shore awaits her – she is met with nothing.
So she swims, until she feels weight drag her down as she becomes overstimulated. Overwhelmed. Drowning for a brief moment before their 'bond' pulls apart, allowing her to surface. Angela had never experienced a sensation like that, something fearful as much as it was on the cusp of truth. Clarity. Hope.
When she is free from this, the feeling lingers like a ghost against her skin. Her knees buckle and she has to catch herself on her rolling chair for a moment. Never before had she felt vulnerable as much as empowered – and all she does is look up at him. Her eyes hold an intensity – of emotions she wasn't sure she could surmise. It takes his cackling to go through her, the claim that she was part of him. ]
You need because you hunger... A purpose, be it to survive, to pursue, to bond, to reach...
[ A staggered breath befalls her but finally, she stands up straight. He towers over her, but her frame was far from tiny. Far from frail. Even if he had saved her, they had saved her, there's resilience.
And that was the test.
She spent her night up and awake. A cold sweat trickling down her collarbone. Thoughts of what is she now racing through her mind. It was risky to do this, to be alone with this 'monster' with no observation, no 'back-up'. But... she had to know. Something called her. The desire for knowledge, the curiosity that had killed so many cats before her? Who knew. It was a calculated risk and she takes it – and he had taken her.
Angela does not like the feeling of being property. He can feel the shift in her, how her stomach churns and see how the color on her face flushes away. Yet... the saving grace was she knows the implication. Knows what this means. A bond. It was beneficial and comparable. ]
Congratulations, your dismissal... is pushed up. [ She begins collecting the tests on the wall, stripping proof that he was ever here from the room. Any trace – she's busy already. ] However... you will still be under my care. That is non-negotiable. You will not be under Overwatch or Talon's jurisdiction. Mine. Only mine.
[ And she will not be alone.
That was the only alternative, wasn't it? ]