[ It'll always be a point of contention to Venom, the nature of what he's become with the man he wanted to be, still wants to be. The conflict of seeing young people cast themselves like branches in a fire, watching them burn in a furnace of his own creation.
He'd like something better, but better has never been an option. He sometimes closes his eyes and sees that hypocritical angel of a young woman from memories he can't truly recall, sees that brilliant blond hair and her bright, open smile coyly tipped towards him.
('Say peace!')
Andyr's sentiments are as welcome as they are impossible, but his features ebb into something softer, regardless. ]
That's gonna be difficult.
[ And there he goes, back to his short, dry sentences. At once dismissive, but in reality, deeply meant. His brevity doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't digest every word thrown his way. ] —After all, the vents have eyes.
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He'd like something better, but better has never been an option. He sometimes closes his eyes and sees that hypocritical angel of a young woman from memories he can't truly recall, sees that brilliant blond hair and her bright, open smile coyly tipped towards him.
('Say peace!')
Andyr's sentiments are as welcome as they are impossible, but his features ebb into something softer, regardless. ]
That's gonna be difficult.
[ And there he goes, back to his short, dry sentences. At once dismissive, but in reality, deeply meant. His brevity doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't digest every word thrown his way. ] —After all, the vents have eyes.
[ jesus ]