[ And really, the fact of the matter is that Venom's not looking for Angela to save him. Melodramatics and heavy-handed reflections on the plausibility of salvation aside (being a demon, coming right out of hell, venom in his veins, blah blah), Venom wants Angela's help far less than he wants her to simply be her. Surprise, surprise, she never disappoints— even her home is like an extension of her personality, dense and welcoming and armed to the teeth with items that are cozy without ever bordering on kitsch. Organic pieces suit her well; she seems to favor things that have just a little wear to them.
Venom sees a trend.
When he pulls up to meet the sound of Angela's voice, makes his way to the foot of the stairs to greet her with a tip of his disheveled head, his exhaustion is a gentle gauze instead of an oppressive cloud over his head. Something he can work with instead of having to wrestle to the ground. ]
I owe you one.
[ He says, without any sort of actual commitment to the idea of exchange. Neither of them have been keeping track of the metaphorical "debts owed" tally for some time now— it's just a thing to say to make Angela puff up.
(It's kind of cute when she does, in all honesty.) ]
Don't peek. [ Is his dry warning while he scales the steps to find the bathroom, the statement as dispassionately delivered as the one preceding it.
She's already seen enough of him, none of this is going to be new or exciting for her. ]
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Venom sees a trend.
When he pulls up to meet the sound of Angela's voice, makes his way to the foot of the stairs to greet her with a tip of his disheveled head, his exhaustion is a gentle gauze instead of an oppressive cloud over his head. Something he can work with instead of having to wrestle to the ground. ]
I owe you one.
[ He says, without any sort of actual commitment to the idea of exchange. Neither of them have been keeping track of the metaphorical "debts owed" tally for some time now— it's just a thing to say to make Angela puff up.
(It's kind of cute when she does, in all honesty.) ]
Don't peek. [ Is his dry warning while he scales the steps to find the bathroom, the statement as dispassionately delivered as the one preceding it.
She's already seen enough of him, none of this is going to be new or exciting for her. ]