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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:46 pm
 Her mornings lately had been devoted to praying; stopping by the church to ask a being much higher than herself for a bit of courage... not to mention wishing him a good rest of the day, and inquiring if he had been doing well (he never did reply). Afternoons were saved for reading; and she could tell that the librarians were getting a tad bit frustrated with her lack of checking anything out, rather laying in the aisles where she found the books and reading them there. Evenings, of course, were kept for napping and training with candles. She really was sick and tired of seeing herself in glasses, but Robin would admit that they were helpful and her accuracy did certainly skyrocket when she wore them.
In a short, her days were boring...
So it came as no surprise when the quiet Kitsu decided to do something different for a change. She tossed her snoresville of a schedule aside, and decided to instead try something a bit on the more interesting side. Then, she supposed that lying beneath a tree and sighing every twenty seconds didn't really count in the department of 'interesting', so perhaps she should get her boring butt up and try something else. Or maybe she should just get back to her boring old schedule, as it was so much easier.
She rose onto gloved and furred paws, eyeing the area suspiciously with sparkling, green orbs before she finally moved down the hill. Perhaps she was just born uninteresting (actually, fire coming out of her eyeballs was interesting, as were her actual witch-hunting skills) but she hadn't had any cases lately, and she highly doubted that one would just fall upon her. Therefore, boom-boom eyes were a little bit pointless, as she could not use them unless it was to light a scented candle.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:23 pm
 They couldn't handle it anymore. Couldn't take this stress of being wrenched apart, two minds battling for supreme dominance over one body. They were one, one being! Perfect! Whole! But a definite rift had split through their unity, and the host had suddenly remembered who he was, what he was doing...and had began to ask why. The symbiote had done what it could to soothe him, attempting to reassure and calm his racing thoughts so it could again settle and fill the cracks where it had been split apart. But Eddie had fought it, refusing to submit. He didn't want it to leave, however. He just wanted some time to think. Alone. The Other snarled softly in his mind, then quieted, thinking it over. In the end, it had agreed. It would allow its Host-mine the time he desired so long as i twas not forced to detatch itself. Eddie had given his consent in turn.
He had been pacing wordlessly along the hillsides until he had come to pause underneath a sparce, somehow sad tree, its branches crooked and bent with little leaves lingering among the wood. It was dying. The big male seated himself silently, claws flexing into the soil...and his face began to melt away. Gone were the mutated jaws and flailing tongue, the Other nestling under his neck in a dark, seamless collar. Devoid of the symbiote's protective covering, the male shook his head slightly, coarse, stiff strands of blonde barely even shifting with the motion. How long...had it been since he'd seen his real face?
Eddie Brock's face.
The deep blue of his eyes cracked themselves open slowly, a mere, bloodshot slit at first until they widened to fully take in his surroundings. He looked exhausted, the skin drawn tight over his furry face while his eyes were filled with writhing veins of crimson. He only slept when he passed out from exhaustion; even then, the Other kept his body moving. With a low sigh, the big, bulky male shook his head once more to keep himself awake, tails curled silently around his feet. What was happening? Why couldn't he simply allow himself to be Venom?
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 11:10 pm
Robin considered this. Biting at her lip in thought as she tried to come to a decision. A good decision. There was a right choice, and she needed to pick it. But it was beyond difficult; leave him be (as he might not want anyone's company), or make sure he's not in need of any help (maybe he just couldn't get up). It was too risky...
Hesitantly, she approached him.
Maybe this wasn't her brightest of ideas. Maybe she should turn around now and high-tail it. But if he was hurt... but if he didn't want her - a stranger - near him. But if she could only make up her goshdarned mind. A gulp, a thought. Closer, closer...
"Sir...?" She inquired in a quiet voice, tails flicking in discomfort. "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 6:09 am
She's coming.
He stirred a little at the words that drifted through his private solitude, unable to be offended by the violation when it pertained to someone encroaching upon his space. Hardened eyes of deep cobalt lifted slowly to fix upon the young creature that was slowly making her way towards him, captivated for an instant by the brilliant gold of her hair. It reminded him so strongly of someone he'd once known--her pretty face laughing as she looked at him one moment, then lying, broken and bleeding and in a pool of her own blood the next. The thought stung them both with simultaneous thoughts of grief and utter rage. It had been his fault that she had died! Ohh, how they wanted to rip him apart, feel his hot blood spraying against the ivory arachnid unfurling across their muscular chest...
Eddie could feel the Other seizing the opportunity to try and merge with him once more, using their hatred to yet again connect them. He pushed it away with his thoughts, sternly reminding it of their bargain. It grumbled and reluctantly obeyed. She spoke then, the girl, and Eddie slowly lifted his face to look at her. His expression was hard, grim, but spoke of a certain weariness particularly around his eyes and mouth. She was young. Pretty, too. The sort of innocent they felt absolutely needed to be protected without question.
"M'fine." Came the rough, somewhat croaky growl. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken alone, his voice feeling strangely incomplete without the hiss of the symbiote to accompany it. "You sayin' I don't look fine?" Eddie threatened without thinking, his need to be alone causing him to snap softly before he realized what he was doing. ...It wasn't her fault. His ears swept back a fraction and his mouth pulled a little tighter before the male slowly shifted his gaze elsewhere, unable to look at her for much longer. She was just trying to be helpful, he reasoned, and bitterly found that did little to relieve his unexpected animosity. If she knew what was good for her, she'd be scared off and leave him alone to brood.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 12:45 pm
That's exactly what she was saying, actually. Precisely what she was thinking. Her brow quirked when he averted his gaze. Maybe now would be the appropriate time to take her leave. A moment of consideration; ah, but that would be cowardly. And she had just been praying for that bit of courage, plus - she couldn't leave him on his own unless he commanded she did. But, in retrospect, perhaps he was too kind to tell her to leave and was just thinking it... a lot. A gulp, but she got a tad bit closer. She stopped when she thought the space between them was okay for him, good for her. If he told her to go back, she would. And that was that... simple enough, she would say.
"Ah, no..." She murmured, "I mean..." Robin paused, her emerald orbs resting upon him doubtfully. She bit at her tongue, wondering exactly what it was she meant. She didn't think he looked fine. Could she lie? "I just thought..." Her ears flattened, her eyes inspecting him further. She couldn't lie. "You looked so tired..." The girl spoke.
His face reminded her of runaways that came to the convent, seeking help. They had been through so much - sleepless nights, tiring days. Their eyes bloodshot. Paranoia. And it upset her - because he was alone out here, beneath a tree that looked tired as he. And she knew not if he even wanted her help, and more so, if he even needed it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 5:09 pm
It was impossible to miss the fact that the smaller female had scooted closer, and Eddie pinned her with a hard stare. She was skittish, but still hadn't been frightened off just yet...and in that instant, his expression grew even more imposing. Did he expect her to run? Did he really believe himself to be some sort of monster? There was no need to answer that. He was a monster. They were. Together.
Together. The Other soothed him quietly, reassuring tendrils flickering through his mind, trying to uplift his downcat and weary soul. You are mine. I am yours. We are one. That is not wrong. There is no shame in survival.
Tired. He felt tired. It was only natural his appearance would express as much, now that he no longer had the dark, leering mask of Venom to hide behind. "S'more than that." Eddie told her bluntly, fixing his eyes on her. "If I was just tired, that's nothing that sleep wouldn't fix. No. There was something else that made you come over here." What, he didn't know, and he couldn't even bring himself to ask, but he wasn't an unintelligent person. She had to have another reason....didn't she?
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 10:15 pm
She'd probably seemed strange enough already, adding on would do her no harm; "I thought, perhaps, you were hurt." He had looked hurt, "I was worried." A pause, a flick of her tails. Her eyes resting upon him calmly, "But you're not hurt - are you?" She offered him a tender smile, "I've been rude. Very rude. And for this, I apologize. My name is Robin, sir. Robin Sena." She was prepared to add: "Sister Robin", but found she had given him enough already; and it was beside the point, he could call her whatever he saw fit. "It is definitely more than a pleasure to meet you."
She bowed her head politely, mind wondering whether or not he would tell her to get lost now - as she probably seemed like a lunatic-stalker. This also made her feel bad. Why, exactly, was she making herself feel so terrible today?((@____@ It's bad... I'm sorry, love~<3))
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:12 am
Hurt. The Other rippled in slow, sickly pulses across his body, feeding his tired and irritable temper with its outright indignation. She thought they were hurt? She had nerve, this one, from the way she looked at them with those calm, soft eyes all the way to her quiet smile. Eddie's eyes had furrowed to mere slits, splashes of hardened blue against a bloodied sea of white. His irritation was working itself into something more aggressive, something that would drive her off for certain. Claws sunk deep into the earth, pushing their way past the hardened exterior soil to rake at the tender shoots beneath. Even as he drew breath to snap at her, to lose himself in the symbiote's roiling rage, something happened that he hadn't quite expected. She apologized. Introduced herself. And smiled.
It was clear that the big male was a little bewildered, shifting awkwardly to let the tension free from his broad and heavy shoulders. "Nosy." He growled the correction, his gaze threatening to stray again though he kept her pinned with it. "You've been goddamn nosy. ....I'm fine." The male quieted some for a moment, snorting softly at her last sentence. A pleasure to meet him? "I wouldn't say that. ...I'm...." He struggled for a moment, conflicted, unable to do something as simple as offer her his name. What was his name? Not Eddie. Not Eddie Brock. He'd abandoned that--they were Venom. Belatedly, he realized that the symbiote was attempting to force his thoughts subtly in the direction it wanted them to go, snapping silently at the alien to leave him be.
"...Eddie Brock." The words seemed to sear across his tongue, a low, savage hiss of rage quivering from the cohesive darkness currently smothering his skin. He was. By himself, he was nothing. Worthless. Eddie. That was no reason for the Other to get offended--it made him so much more.
((Nonsense, love! I'm enjoying this so much--I'm so glad you agreed to play with me and Eddie, omg. ;w; Robin is too cute.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:51 am
When he offered his name in return; that’s when leaving without being commanded became out of the question. “Eddie Brock…” She spoke soothingly, her mouth curving again into that gentle smile, “It’s a lovely name, Eddie.” But where did she go from here? This tired, disinterested Kitsu – herself, being as unhelpful as humanly possible.
She missed her schedule.
Maybe this was because she hadn’t prayed long enough this morning.
She watched him; his discomfort at her being present – here – right now. And it was upsetting, a foreign feeling. Unwanted. Useless. She couldn’t make him feel any better, didn’t even know if he felt bad in the first place. She was uncertain, unhelpful, ‘un’-everything. “Eddie…” She spoke hesitantly, “Would you like for me to leave? If you want me to, I will.”((And I’m glad you agreed to play with Robin, love. But gawds, she’s extremely-ridiculously awkward. xD Poor thing has NO idea what to do <3))
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:56 pm
Had he any clue to the mental turmoil the girl was experiencing, he might have thought twice about being so openly coarse with her. "It used to be." The male corrected her gruffly, unconsciously remembering a time where his name hadn't been mocked and laughed at, or whispered with hushed sorrow. He'd been normal. But what was normal, at this point? He couldn't imagine life without the Other--it'd be like losing himself. The symbiote thrummed soothingly against his skin, drawing tightly around him in semblance of something like an embrace. He flexed against it, forcing it to loosen its hold upon him, and focused again on the girl, trying to figure out just what she wanted.
She is uncomfortable. The Other noted, and he could see it, watching as she stared at him with those soft, sad eyes. They made him uneasy. And then the question--that damned, stupid question she asked him. Did he want her to leave? Yes. The symbiote hissed softly, and then hesitated. Did they? It had been a long time since they had communicated with anyone face to face like this, stripped away of their mask and somehow very much exposed.
If they wanted her to, she would go. It was their decision. She would not flee from the sight of them, though, from her posturing, perhaps she would have liked to.
"...No." The single word was low and somehow reluctant, as though he was having difficulty thinking it over. They didn't want her to leave. Or, perhaps more accurately, he saw no reason to chase her away. If she wanted to stay, she could do whatever she damn well pleased. His narrowed gaze slipped away from her once more, wicked claws ripping at the soil before. His eyes wandered for a moment over her attire, seizing on the white collar, the dark garb that lay underneath her coat...A frown came to his face, more thoughtful than angry as he attempted to deciper what this meant. "...You...belong to a church?" He said slowly.
((She's so adorable. xD I just keep hoping that Eddie'll stop being so meaaan to her and lighten up a little. He's such a stick in the mud~))
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 9:25 am
And then he told her that she didn’t have to leave, which made her feel remarkably different than she had felt before; tremendously better. And she’d have gotten on her knees and thanked him right then and there, in that exact moment, had it not been for the fact that he asked her a question. She marveled at him for a minute, then opened her mouth to reply. A pause, taken to contemplate said reply over and make sure that it was understandable so that she would not fall back into the pits of discomfort and brainlessness.
“Yes.” She replied, her lips curving upward, “I come from a convent in Italy. I was transferred here.” Immediately, her kind smile altered into a frown. They had demanded that she come here, and honestly she had been against it; but she was in no place to complain and their reasons had been understandable. Admirable, in fact.
It wasn’t quite the reply she had been preparing. She wasn’t even sure if it made sense at all, and Robin was going to inquire as to whether he was a Catholic so as to stray from her awkwardness; but she discarded the idea immediately and realized thoughtfully that she’d much prefer to bite her tongue right off than ask such a horrendously impolite question.((It’s understandable, though. ;3 Mr. Eddie has a good excuse that Robin would accept in a heartbeat. xDDD))
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:31 pm
From Italy, huh...? So she came from all the way around the world--at least, she would have if this was America. He didn't exactly know where he was now--the inhabitants simply referred to it as "The Mountain" or "The Realm" respectively. Besides from a stray cabin here and there, he'd yet to find any sort of real civilization as well. His eyes slipped thoughtfully over her frown, and Eddie was quick to seize on the possible implications that had caused its unexpected appearance. "You ever miss it?" The question was so flat that it could almost be mistaken as a statement, but he kept his eyes on her--obviously expecting an answer.
The collar of his 'suit' suddenly seemed to crawl somewhat across the pale fur of his throat, instantly settling itself once it had gained an inch or so of territory. Eddie was too deep in thought to openly rebuke it, and continued to muddle over fresh memories that welled into his stream of consciousness. A church...
"Used to go to church." He said aloud gruffly, some of the harshness fading from his expression as he remembered. "S'where I met you. You remember." He was so accustomed to talking to 'himself' that he'd quite forgotten ordinary social norms; his casual way of addressing his Other made him look crazy to anyone else. But what did he care? He'd been ready to end it all, unable to take the stress and pressure of his life anymore and had gone to God for answers, to beg...
His symbiote could very well have been a dark, oily angel descending from the heavens to envelop him in its cold, possessive coils. Everything had been a blur after that, laced with hateful memories of their Spider and sadistic glee at their newfound union and power. So, he questioned himself, where had it gone wrong?
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 4:55 pm
'S'where I met you. You remember.'
It was a statement, not it question; and it did not seem to be directed towards her. She knew it was not directed towards her. But then, who was it directed towards? If not to her, the only other things around were the tree and air; she was certain trees did not go to church, and positive that he had met air previous to going himself. Emerald eyes inspected him doubtfully.
"Eddie..." She canted her head to the left, her tails flicking; "Who is it that you are talking to?"
She made certain to keep her voice quiet; "Forgive me if I am being too nosy. And please, if you'd rather not answer the question... I understand." Robin averted her eyes momentarily, "... Would you... like to talk about yourself?" A frown, her attention back on him - the question had been awkward when she ran it through her head, and it was even more awkard now that she had actually spoken it. "I mean - I love to listen, if you have anything you want to say."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:44 pm
He'd once been a victim of nostalgia himself, clawing desperately at past memories and comforts that had been robbed so violently, so unexpectedly from him. He'd been a broken man. He had nothing left to live for, forced to endure humiliation, and the loss of everything he'd known and loved. Old, bitter hurt welled forth before he could stop it, and the blonde male pinned his ears as though to keep it back. The stress had been nearly too much. He'd wanted to die--no. He'd wanted to kill himself. He almost did.
Who was he...talking to? Eddie stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, suddenly gripped by an unquenchable rage that roared through his ears and made him feel dizzy. What business of it was hers?! Why should she know?! Would she judge him then, beat him down, try to rip him open?! No! They'd kill her first, rip out her throat and smash her face and squeeze every damn scream from her little body--
--and he was calm again. The surging flood of anger had unexpectedly ceased, and Eddie could think clearly, could feel horrified at the knowledge that he'd come so close to losing control. What that would have meant for the unsuspecting girl seated before him. How no one would ever know just how she'd been so brutalized.
"My...Other." The words were painful and dry, forced through his rasping throat before he cleared it slightly. "...My Other." As though on cue, the sleek darkness of his hide began to bunch itself, pulling itself smoothly up from his shoulders to rear above Eddie's head. Jagged claws, a twisting, inky body, and expressionless, white eyes peered wordlessly at the girl. By itself, it was mute, and now used its host to create a low, sibilant hiss. He knew how his Other looked to some; a writhing, demonic entity that leeched off his body to survive. But he knew it wasn't true. He was the Other, the Other was he. And they were Venom.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 9:26 pm
"I don't mean to ask uncomfortable questions..." She whispered, her tails draping with frustration. Who was she kidding? She had no idea what she was doing. At all. Perhaps she was just a terrible people-person. Perhaps her character was unlikable? Should she change it? But how?
Jade eyes inspected him doubtfully for a moment before she took a seat where she was; followed by laying down. She was nervous enough as it was and the last thing she needed was for her legs to get shaky and give out on her. Front paws clawed at the ground beneath them carefully.
Awkward, awkward, awkward. And she wished she was a little better at talking to those who she did not know well. Those like Eddie. "I'm sorry - I'm just - not very good at this. At conversation, I mean. It's just... so difficult to pick out the right words. And a lot of the time, I don't pick out the right words." She smiled at him thoughtfully, "I wish I could widen my vocabulary a bit. Maybe then I wouldn't have this issue."
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