[ It's a sore subject, the kind that makes Venom look equal measures fond and distant; like he's reliving something that he knows is in the past. Something he doesn't want to forget.
He shifts his feet along the kitchen floor, breathing through his nose. The beginnings of a frown pull at the corner of his mouth, but he keeps himself largely in check. ]
The kind of woman that'd rip your throat out with her teeth. [ A swerve back in the direction of dry humor, no matter how much it digs at him to talk about her. ]
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[ It's a sore subject, the kind that makes Venom look equal measures fond and distant; like he's reliving something that he knows is in the past. Something he doesn't want to forget.
He shifts his feet along the kitchen floor, breathing through his nose. The beginnings of a frown pull at the corner of his mouth, but he keeps himself largely in check. ]
The kind of woman that'd rip your throat out with her teeth. [ A swerve back in the direction of dry humor, no matter how much it digs at him to talk about her. ]