[ It's amazing— somehow, she's already moved on. Past the usual stages of hurt and shock, past the pervasive and tangled web of anger, of outrage. She works and she comforts like second nature, and her grace is only matched by the strength of her forgiveness.
It's not something Venom is used to.
(Something about him feels dirty— the part of him that wrings necks and pulls triggers and knows that he's never really been above anything, no. The part of him that sat, baking under sub-Saharan heat, with blood crusting under his nails and the blunt edge of a dead animal between his teeth.)
When Angela's cheek touches the crest of his knuckles, he jerks his fingers up to drum the flat of the back of them against her jaw. Her pulse is steady, and her breath is warm. It's instinct that drives him to rest his chin against her hair for a fraction of a second, as if her fortitude could be infectious. ]
That's easier said than done. [ 'Being glad', that is. But his tone suggests that he's not trying to admonish; it's a solemn admission of something that's probably more pertinent to him than it is to her. He acknowledges the shift, to some extent, and compensates by wrapping the arm he has left to circle Angela's middle.
Don't worry, he's still got her. ] —I've got experience, but I'm not as generous as you are.
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It's not something Venom is used to.
(Something about him feels dirty— the part of him that wrings necks and pulls triggers and knows that he's never really been above anything, no. The part of him that sat, baking under sub-Saharan heat, with blood crusting under his nails and the blunt edge of a dead animal between his teeth.)
When Angela's cheek touches the crest of his knuckles, he jerks his fingers up to drum the flat of the back of them against her jaw. Her pulse is steady, and her breath is warm. It's instinct that drives him to rest his chin against her hair for a fraction of a second, as if her fortitude could be infectious. ]
That's easier said than done. [ 'Being glad', that is. But his tone suggests that he's not trying to admonish; it's a solemn admission of something that's probably more pertinent to him than it is to her. He acknowledges the shift, to some extent, and compensates by wrapping the arm he has left to circle Angela's middle.
Don't worry, he's still got her. ] —I've got experience, but I'm not as generous as you are.