[ It was one of the few things she did to cope. To keep moving forward and not address the big... menacing elephant in the room. By all accounts, Venom should be feared. A beast from another world, a monster that consumes as much as as it needs to. There was no records, no real studies on the anomaly. It was Angela who needs to spearhead it, not for the scientific "benefits" it would yield... but for her own need. Her own understanding, as if trying to figure out a piece of her.
In such a short amount of time, she has not adjusted. She has not figured it out. There's something that's calling her, begging for her to just... give in. It wasn't human nature, it wasn't an ambitious trait Angela usually submits to – to partake in.
Her stance straightens and she sinks back into the darkness – caught off guard, perhaps wanting that wholeness subconsciously. However, she catches herself before she literally does submerge herself against him – the intimacy was still there but so... different than a preconceived notion. This wasn't lewd, it wasn't romantic, it was... needed. In ways that she felt she never had before. The symbiote didn't beg. Eddie didn't beg. And in this brief moment – she feels... warm. ]
If... this happens... will I always be cold? [ Without them. Even after they soak in a new, dazzling warmth – is it like an addiction, she wonders? Angela's back stays against him, both of her hands pressed to her collarbone, even with his form on – against – hers. ] Will it always go back to that?
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In such a short amount of time, she has not adjusted. She has not figured it out. There's something that's calling her, begging for her to just... give in. It wasn't human nature, it wasn't an ambitious trait Angela usually submits to – to partake in.
Her stance straightens and she sinks back into the darkness – caught off guard, perhaps wanting that wholeness subconsciously. However, she catches herself before she literally does submerge herself against him – the intimacy was still there but so... different than a preconceived notion. This wasn't lewd, it wasn't romantic, it was... needed. In ways that she felt she never had before. The symbiote didn't beg. Eddie didn't beg. And in this brief moment – she feels... warm. ]
If... this happens... will I always be cold? [ Without them. Even after they soak in a new, dazzling warmth – is it like an addiction, she wonders? Angela's back stays against him, both of her hands pressed to her collarbone, even with his form on – against – hers. ] Will it always go back to that?