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[imareporter]

WHO: Bobo, Karen, and Eddie/Venom
WHERE: Outside of the Inn
WHEN: Post This
OPEN TO: Bobo/Karen/Eddie/Venom
Warnings: none yet.


Eddie sticks his hands in his pockets and ignores the shifting beneath his skin. He and Venom feel powerful, capable, ready to fight and there's nowhere that's easier then with the three of them. Making sure they're safe, they're okay. That's what heroes do right?

Exactly

He glances up at the slowly dimming sunlight.

"...You're gonna take over this if I pass out right V?"

We will do our best Eddie. We are Venom. We are truly together. It feels good.

The moment he sees the first person he stands up, "...you guys want to sit? To talk?"

Comments

[fooloftheking]

The temperatures remind him of home. Much of the village does, with the temperatures and the way the weather is turning. How all of this place looks. There's a comfort to be found there, one that he doesn't entirely feel most days. These days, since the change, it's only been worse but he feels the need to reconnect with the man he is, not the one he's feeling of late.

"I didn't plan to talk about your lives with anyone. Hell, I don't even talk about Venom to most that haven't met him." Giving Eddie a look, still trying to work that out in his head. "I talk enough about what I am, and the monster I am, but thank you."

His hand goes to his covered wrist, touching the hidden band for a moment. "Yeah. It changed. A lot more than that damn band too."

[digging]

"I wouldn't tell anyone," Karen confirms, sliding her gaze between the two of them. "It's not mine to tell. It wasn't theirs to tell," she adds with a vague flip of her hand skyward, the easiest shorthand for the person or persons playing god with them all here.

Truthfully, while it's nice to have it definitively confirmed, she hadn't worried about any of them telling what they'd seen; the experience had drawn them into a sort of silent pact, a circle of shared trauma. Violating that understanding would have felt terribly wrong.

"Your message was the first time I'd heard of it," she says, of the wristbands. "I've been kind of... keeping to myself." Which they all surely can understand. She glances to her own wrist, the band there still black, and then looks back up, brow pinched. "What do you mean, more than the band has changed?"