๏ผ there is a very faint smile cutting one corner of his mouth upwards. I told you once that your relationship with Venom reminded me of a similar symbiosis in my world. The Jinchลซriki. Living sacrifices, meant to entomb an impossible power within themselves to serve as a cautionary tale against invading the nations to which they belonged. However... it was possible for a vessel to befriend the creature placed within them. Most people dismiss these partnerships as monstrous, and the vessels are treated as pariahs and used — often to their deaths — by those in power.
I have seen the danger firsthand of treating them thusly. I decided that Venom would probably benefit more from kindness than cruelty. ๏ผ
ใ Good call, follows immediately, the slight dryness conveyed in the tipping of her head, the slant of her eyes when she looks to itachi. her gaze returns to the symbiote.
I hated it at first. Wanted it out of me. I was out of control so it was out of control. Figuring that out was the first step to making peace with it. I thought it was making me do all those things, but I was affecting it just as much as it was me.
she lays a hand along venom's back. it twitches, but does not wake. the dream fades around them as dreams do. a sensation of warmth remains. of safety. gwen hikes the little creature higher. her smile is as soft as early dawn sunlight. ใ
๏ผ he has had so few moments in his life that have felt peaceful he barely recognizes the sensation for what it is at first. awareness of it creeps in, settles like dust in the corners of an abandoned room. his expression stays fond, as soft as her smile. stranger still is that the peace does not feel stolen, simply a thing nurtured.
I do not think you can be blamed for feeling that way about this one at first. And very few people could come to accept its presence as you have. You have a kind heart, ๆฐฟๆต็. ๏ผ
ใ the characters are easy to recognize even without a translation. they have been on her wall for months. gwen: the tender blazing flame of spring. sometimes, she stares up at it from her bed, the poem that follows her name a comfort. although the wind will always blow…moonlight leaks too. ใ
"Blessed ring." ใ the apparent non sequitur is spoken quietly. ใ That's what my name means. Gwendolyn. It comes from Welsh.
ใ in her arms, venom stirs. when a black eye slits open, gwen is unsurprised. she could feel it waking through the strange, distant connection degar's magic left them. with wakefulness, the unguarded telepathy goes the way of the dream. venom's mind is closed to her too. its slender head swivels from gwen to itachi. a wide yawn takes it, the sinuous back arching like a cat stretching. ใ
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I have seen the danger firsthand of treating them thusly. I decided that Venom would probably benefit more from kindness than cruelty. ๏ผ
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I hated it at first. Wanted it out of me. I was out of control so it was out of control. Figuring that out was the first step to making peace with it. I thought it was making me do all those things, but I was affecting it just as much as it was me.
she lays a hand along venom's back. it twitches, but does not wake. the dream fades around them as dreams do. a sensation of warmth remains. of safety. gwen hikes the little creature higher. her smile is as soft as early dawn sunlight. ใ
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I do not think you can be blamed for feeling that way about this one at first. And very few people could come to accept its presence as you have. You have a kind heart, ๆฐฟๆต็. ๏ผ
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"Blessed ring." ใ the apparent non sequitur is spoken quietly. ใ That's what my name means. Gwendolyn. It comes from Welsh.
ใ in her arms, venom stirs. when a black eye slits open, gwen is unsurprised. she could feel it waking through the strange, distant connection degar's magic left them. with wakefulness, the unguarded telepathy goes the way of the dream. venom's mind is closed to her too. its slender head swivels from gwen to itachi. a wide yawn takes it, the sinuous back arching like a cat stretching. ใ