Most Definitely Gwen Stacy, and Not Carnage (seered) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: carnage comes home
She was quiet until Flash came. When Peter turned around, nothing happened. She wanted his trust, almost as much as she wanted Flash to come with Venom. She wanted both things, and the injury had scattered them, made them both seem possible. When he sat down next to her, she leaned into his side, breathed in his comforting scent. Parker had to leave eventually, and then she would be alone with Flash.
And vENoM. There it was, yes, there in the doorway. Was it desperation or madness from the injury that made the thing so sure, so very sure? The child would devour the parent and it...she would have everything for herself.
She wavered on a knife's edge of confusion when he arrived clad in Venom, splitting writhing black tentacles and inspecting her.
Waiting was safe. Waiting for Venom to let its guard down, that was the right way forward. But she was so HuNGRy, and surprised to see him just as she wanted him to be. In her happy anticipation, the facade dropped.
The blonde's face melted grotesquely as the DNA that had built her stopped behaving itself, as it fragmented and the flesh of her was partially reabsorbed back into the symbiote that had built it, this host, this girl. It knew, she knew, and thought went tripping down down down, splayed open, like the skin of her dripping face.
"iS ShE StILL PrEttIeR ThAN ME? she asked, in the chirruping, wet voice of Gwen Stacy with a tongue the length of one of her white arms, and then she lunged at Venom, hands already barbed into claws, mouth dropped wide and open as the night.