Most Definitely Gwen Stacy, and Not Carnage (seered) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: carnage comes home
"Yes," she said, without hesitation. She seemed worried, but it was a full-body anxiousness. It didn't seem to begin anywhere or resolve anywhere. It was a slight trembling and a wavering as she sat up, leaning variously from side to side. She seemed unsteady, pleading, but her eyes were distant, looking past him. "Yes, please."
Flash Thompson and Venom. They would help, when they came to the house. Variously, she had visions of the boy arriving, of him sitting down on the bed to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder, playfully abusing her, teasing her about being dead. Then there was another vision, parallel to the first, of an indigo colored monster slamming the front door open, of her closing wide jawsfull of white white teeth around its twisting, turning head, of wrapping her tongue around its neck.
In her jaw, her tongue felt too long. She didn't open her mouth until the bulge of it subsided, shortened, returned to human length.