[ Venom's fascinated grin becomes one of satisfaction, though now that Angela's facing him, she'll admittedly find it hard to tell the difference. ]
Our understanding matters more than anyone else's.
[ When she appraises his jawline with her knuckles, his massive, clawed hand reaches to caress her cheek. Though his fingertips are sharp in their current state, they don't leave a scratch, with all the care he exercises touching her face. Though he positively towers over her, his stature doesn't strike him as a distinct advantage, or something emblematic of some notion of power over her. Because truly, this is not about power. Never about power. The symbiote has learned enough from Eddie - the humanity within him - to forego such notions, giving way instead to... reciprocity. ]
"Our," of course, includes you.
[ The creaturely presence subsides, somewhat. Venom's head, like a mask removing itself, dissipates into the rest of his body, until Eddie's head underneath is exposed. It might surprise Angela to understand that no additional mass contributes to Venom's size or stature, that so much of the way Venom looks - his Olympian physicality, most of all - is Eddie Brock's doing. The symbiote conforms to his skin, to the shape of a body sculpted by intense - borderline obsessive - levels of training. And perhaps it's this recognition that makes Venom as a whole less worthy of fear. He is as much man as alien, with Eddie Brock now meeting Angela's gaze.
He leans, as well, to kiss the same cheek that Venom had caressed. Cupping the opposite cheek with his fearsome hand, tilting her head gently so she can face upward... welcoming his lips to her own. The same warmth felt by extended contact with Venom's form returns through Eddie's mouth, as he initiates with chaste pecks before going in for a deeper kiss. Lips linger on each other, while Venom's other hand - the one not cupping Angela's cheek - now gravitates to the small of her back. A desire makes itself known to hold her close, to kiss her tenderly as the first act of consummating their bond.
It might surprise her to witness this, despite how their minds have connected. She might remember vividly, still, the ferocity of an embattled Venom. The scale of devastation that he wrought while left unchecked, turning on Talon's forces only to face down the Juggernaut. Though the skirmish with Overwatch took place in an abandoned city, entire buildings were leveled by their duel. Angela, for all intents and purposes, is taming a titan. ]
You're heavenly, Angela.
[ Jarringly, that's Eddie's voice. An entirely human intonation, hushed as he speaks only another kiss away from Angela. He smirks somewhat bashfully, too, in a way that would be impossible to notice from Venom. ]
no subject
[ Venom's fascinated grin becomes one of satisfaction, though now that Angela's facing him, she'll admittedly find it hard to tell the difference. ]
Our understanding matters more than anyone else's.
[ When she appraises his jawline with her knuckles, his massive, clawed hand reaches to caress her cheek. Though his fingertips are sharp in their current state, they don't leave a scratch, with all the care he exercises touching her face. Though he positively towers over her, his stature doesn't strike him as a distinct advantage, or something emblematic of some notion of power over her. Because truly, this is not about power. Never about power. The symbiote has learned enough from Eddie - the humanity within him - to forego such notions, giving way instead to... reciprocity. ]
"Our," of course, includes you.
[ The creaturely presence subsides, somewhat. Venom's head, like a mask removing itself, dissipates into the rest of his body, until Eddie's head underneath is exposed. It might surprise Angela to understand that no additional mass contributes to Venom's size or stature, that so much of the way Venom looks - his Olympian physicality, most of all - is Eddie Brock's doing. The symbiote conforms to his skin, to the shape of a body sculpted by intense - borderline obsessive - levels of training. And perhaps it's this recognition that makes Venom as a whole less worthy of fear. He is as much man as alien, with Eddie Brock now meeting Angela's gaze.
He leans, as well, to kiss the same cheek that Venom had caressed. Cupping the opposite cheek with his fearsome hand, tilting her head gently so she can face upward... welcoming his lips to her own. The same warmth felt by extended contact with Venom's form returns through Eddie's mouth, as he initiates with chaste pecks before going in for a deeper kiss. Lips linger on each other, while Venom's other hand - the one not cupping Angela's cheek - now gravitates to the small of her back. A desire makes itself known to hold her close, to kiss her tenderly as the first act of consummating their bond.
It might surprise her to witness this, despite how their minds have connected. She might remember vividly, still, the ferocity of an embattled Venom. The scale of devastation that he wrought while left unchecked, turning on Talon's forces only to face down the Juggernaut. Though the skirmish with Overwatch took place in an abandoned city, entire buildings were leveled by their duel. Angela, for all intents and purposes, is taming a titan. ]
You're heavenly, Angela.
[ Jarringly, that's Eddie's voice. An entirely human intonation, hushed as he speaks only another kiss away from Angela. He smirks somewhat bashfully, too, in a way that would be impossible to notice from Venom. ]
I mean... Doctor.