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gourmetburgers2021-05-23 07:27 pm
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[vency] angel effect
[ It has been reported for decades that near-death experiences can be a diverse reaction. Some claim to see nothing but light. Some claim to replay the major moments in their life on repeat. Others? Claim to see angels parting the heavens, a salvation to deliver news that their time was not yet here.
It was not the first time one of her patients made the comparison – she had heard it multiple times during her career, but Angela didn't like it. There was no divine intervention here, no holy significance. It was science. Science that allowed her to practice medicine, join an organization that seemingly wanted to make the world a better place, and keep those in good health alive for one more day. It brought her to cross paths with someone that would leave a mark... that would show fleeting faith was not what would save someone.
A scientific mind wants to know how, to know the workings on something that was presented to them. She couldn't. Angela fails time and time again to think of what the symbiote did to her – for all methods to her own knowledge? She should be dead. Then again, so should the man recovering in Room 319 in the Valkyrie Medical Facility.
Angela monitored him – one of the few who dared to – for days, maybe even a week solid. Her time tending to his wounds were not purely physical, but there was something heavenly about how she treats her patience. Something an oath or medical degree can't provide. ]
Again. I do not care if you can run a marathon... I want to see your gait. Walk slowly from one side of the room to the other.
[ Her coat drags against the floor, her pen tapping to her clipboard. She treats him like any patient, no matter the... complications... he may bring. They had crossed paths back and forth, her notes on the symbiote adding to be its own novel – but she doesn't share it, doesn't publish it. It's for them. For their own benefit. The wheels of her chair scoot away, giving him room to walk – freeing him from an elongated bedrest. Her voice was a bit more pinpointed, less warmth and more direct. He responded better to that side of her. ]
The faster you oblige, the faster you can leave.
It was not the first time one of her patients made the comparison – she had heard it multiple times during her career, but Angela didn't like it. There was no divine intervention here, no holy significance. It was science. Science that allowed her to practice medicine, join an organization that seemingly wanted to make the world a better place, and keep those in good health alive for one more day. It brought her to cross paths with someone that would leave a mark... that would show fleeting faith was not what would save someone.
A scientific mind wants to know how, to know the workings on something that was presented to them. She couldn't. Angela fails time and time again to think of what the symbiote did to her – for all methods to her own knowledge? She should be dead. Then again, so should the man recovering in Room 319 in the Valkyrie Medical Facility.
Angela monitored him – one of the few who dared to – for days, maybe even a week solid. Her time tending to his wounds were not purely physical, but there was something heavenly about how she treats her patience. Something an oath or medical degree can't provide. ]
Again. I do not care if you can run a marathon... I want to see your gait. Walk slowly from one side of the room to the other.
[ Her coat drags against the floor, her pen tapping to her clipboard. She treats him like any patient, no matter the... complications... he may bring. They had crossed paths back and forth, her notes on the symbiote adding to be its own novel – but she doesn't share it, doesn't publish it. It's for them. For their own benefit. The wheels of her chair scoot away, giving him room to walk – freeing him from an elongated bedrest. Her voice was a bit more pinpointed, less warmth and more direct. He responded better to that side of her. ]
The faster you oblige, the faster you can leave.
no subject
I didn't know. Where your pleasure started and mine ended... where mine peaked and yours subsided. It felt ... overwhelming. It felt like planets gravitating in orbit, pulled into place – and a bit too far, they were too cold... and too close... they'd burn.
[ It was her first time with this connection and Venom speaks of answers she knows deep down. It's time to accept that no amount of monitoring, no diagnosis or treatment was useful here. There wasn't ... anything to cure. Only better. And that was with this bond.
As he withdraws his own form, settles and calls for her – it feels almost... normal. As if they knew each other, felt this way for eons and it had been almost a ritual at this point. Angela scoots her bare form down, heated and that pulse of hers no more trackable than after her orgasm. The bed could barely fit them, so she lays there – with her leg draping against his frame and her shape molding against his as she lays onto her side.
Literally, she was cuddling. Doki doki, IG.
Her arm drapes against his, engulfed with that warmth that keeps her feeling comfortable now. Fatigue was slipping away and rest calls for her – but now, another can feel that too. That once her frame settles, it feels like a homecoming (and not the twinky kind). Safety, security, and understanding. ]
We'll handle tomorrow... just, a moment's rest, yeah? That's all we need.
[ We. She speaks for them, stubborn as much as Eddie and Venom collected – there was much work to be done and all they needed was... a moment. ]