[ And while Angela prepares the bed, pensive and trepidatious about where exactly she stands with Venom, the creature watches. Even carries the stack of folded linens and pillowcases she'd recovered, letting her take and prepare them as needed. It's while doing this that Venom heeds her last words, looking every bit as docile as he seems. Far from the ravenous, embattled disposition he was often found in during combat, his time in the hospital had left an impact. Thanks to Angela, Venom has learned how to slow down. ]
The question is not how cold we are, but how cold you are.
But since we made contact, there is no denying a wholeness that we feel is missing.
Missing without you.
[ While Venom speaks, Angela's distracting herself by flattening out the bedsheet with her hands. It's then that she finds massive claws gently encircling her forearms, almost holding each of them in some kind of careful caress. As if Venom regards her now with a distinct reverence, with his body soon pressing up against her back. From behind, he still towers over her, looking down with something of a neutral expression. He's pressed so closely now, though, that there's practically nothing between them. Angela could simply lean back and let the blackness of the abyss swallow her whole-- the cosmic enormity of what Venom represents, now so proximate. ]
We want you, Angela. We want your warmth.
But we refuse to take what we can't also give in return.
[ Within him, Eddie remembers. Love that has failed due to the complications brought on by the symbiote. The fear instilled by Venom and his form. An alienation that made it feel impossible to love and be loved, but now? Whatever becomes of this uncanny intimacy, the critical difference lies in how a bond was already formed. Venom may still be alien to Angela conceptually, but that is far from the case physically. Not when her body has already been sheltered by the symbiote's protection, every inch of her now belonging to Venom, and more importantly... vice versa. ]
Remember. We are as much yours as you are ours. That is symbiosis.
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The question is not how cold we are, but how cold you are.
But since we made contact, there is no denying a wholeness that we feel is missing.
Missing without you.
[ While Venom speaks, Angela's distracting herself by flattening out the bedsheet with her hands. It's then that she finds massive claws gently encircling her forearms, almost holding each of them in some kind of careful caress. As if Venom regards her now with a distinct reverence, with his body soon pressing up against her back. From behind, he still towers over her, looking down with something of a neutral expression. He's pressed so closely now, though, that there's practically nothing between them. Angela could simply lean back and let the blackness of the abyss swallow her whole-- the cosmic enormity of what Venom represents, now so proximate. ]
We want you, Angela. We want your warmth.
But we refuse to take what we can't also give in return.
[ Within him, Eddie remembers. Love that has failed due to the complications brought on by the symbiote. The fear instilled by Venom and his form. An alienation that made it feel impossible to love and be loved, but now? Whatever becomes of this uncanny intimacy, the critical difference lies in how a bond was already formed. Venom may still be alien to Angela conceptually, but that is far from the case physically. Not when her body has already been sheltered by the symbiote's protection, every inch of her now belonging to Venom, and more importantly... vice versa. ]
Remember. We are as much yours as you are ours. That is symbiosis.