[ It's going to get ugly as soon as it happens, it's a clear thought - this won't be clean. Why would it be, between them?
Rather, he drains her and she can't stop that, he won't let her go until he's gloating in his victory. Nor will she ever be that kind of strong. Always a sickly thing even if she hasn't been a girl for years. She can't fight him off like that. He'd win.
No, what she has is - herself, and everything she's ever seen, and ever done, and the symbiote. Only thing that she has, the one that she doesn't need her powers for because it's what she has already done a hundred times, that the symbiote works towards naturally. The connection is a raw thing when they are this close. She knows that, in good ways, when she had pressed in close to Ilde, all soft gasping wet breaths taken as one into each other's skin. From Parker, knuckles in her jaw and blood in her mouth feeling a rage that has no walls in the second of the strike.
The connection is never so strong as when they're touching.
Viper quick when she's the ugly thing in the proverbial garden of eden. She winds herself around him, presses herself where she's so much smaller it's easier to slip under his guard to press her chest to his, slip a leg around his and push her fingers up of her free hand, into his hair. Always soft, always easy. Her fingers are still that as they hold to drag him down to her height and take a deep breath in close proximity.
Deep, as it always should be before the plunge, and she's going dim, and she only knows how to do that when she's immortal in the half second before death. Binds them, yanks at his mind and no, no, it's not enough of her own power, she can't fight him. But she can drown him for long enough to give Steve a chance. Her fingers gripping tightly to him where soon she won't be able to hold herself up of herself for much longer. ] Go to hell.
[ It's said with a big, cheerful smile as she goes to topple them both over the edge of her mind and down into that unhappy awful purple mess that she keeps under lock and key. Not forcing into him, but dragging him into her. ]
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[ It's going to get ugly as soon as it happens, it's a clear thought - this won't be clean. Why would it be, between them?
Rather, he drains her and she can't stop that, he won't let her go until he's gloating in his victory. Nor will she ever be that kind of strong. Always a sickly thing even if she hasn't been a girl for years. She can't fight him off like that. He'd win.
No, what she has is - herself, and everything she's ever seen, and ever done, and the symbiote. Only thing that she has, the one that she doesn't need her powers for because it's what she has already done a hundred times, that the symbiote works towards naturally. The connection is a raw thing when they are this close. She knows that, in good ways, when she had pressed in close to Ilde, all soft gasping wet breaths taken as one into each other's skin. From Parker, knuckles in her jaw and blood in her mouth feeling a rage that has no walls in the second of the strike.
The connection is never so strong as when they're touching.
Viper quick when she's the ugly thing in the proverbial garden of eden. She winds herself around him, presses herself where she's so much smaller it's easier to slip under his guard to press her chest to his, slip a leg around his and push her fingers up of her free hand, into his hair. Always soft, always easy. Her fingers are still that as they hold to drag him down to her height and take a deep breath in close proximity.
Deep, as it always should be before the plunge, and she's going dim, and she only knows how to do that when she's immortal in the half second before death. Binds them, yanks at his mind and no, no, it's not enough of her own power, she can't fight him. But she can drown him for long enough to give Steve a chance. Her fingers gripping tightly to him where soon she won't be able to hold herself up of herself for much longer. ] Go to hell.
[ It's said with a big, cheerful smile as she goes to topple them both over the edge of her mind and down into that unhappy awful purple mess that she keeps under lock and key. Not forcing into him, but dragging him into her. ]