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What?

〈 the word comes out sharper than intended, and she grimaces. 〉

[Sharpness he can take. His fingers curl around her palm and he holds her gaze.]

It's probably hypocritical coming from me, but. You don't have to keep running. Not from me.

Edited 2022-08-23 00:05 (UTC)

I am not running from you!

〈 if her exclamation before was sharper, this proves louder than it should have. she drops her head; her fingers close around his. the pressure is just shy of painful. black tendrils circle her neck, pull free from her collarbones.

with a strength she did not know she had, gwen forces the rising panicky, stressed, angry, everything feelings down enough to raise her head. she tries to look at him, and immediately turns her face away. it's too much. the pressure in her chest is growing. she wants to scream. break something. run away.

she settles on the truth, and it feels like shards of glass. 〉

I'm not trying to get away from you. I'm trying to get away from me.

[The pressure on his hand isn't a concern. What is a concern is the way Venom curls around her in a way he hasn't seen since Giva.

He doesn't know what to say to that. How can he when he's spent so much time doing it himself? He settles for keeping his hold on her hand and rubbing his thumb in circles along her knuckles.]

Then let me go with you. When you run away from you, you don't have to be alone.

〈 her eyes follow the movement of his thumb. 〉 Those pills I take?

〈 a prickle spreads across the back of her neck like a terrible realization dripping down her spine. the frills and flounces of her body are edged in black, and her bell has darkened. when she inhales, it feels like needles. and she continues to follow his repetitive motion because it is easier than looking at his face.

funny how much easier it was to talk about her hallucination of a cartoon superhero pig. funny. no one's laughing. 〉

They're a band-aid. Best band-aid yet. But they don't treat the cause. 〈 she gives a minute shake of her head. 〉 Things set me off. Some of them I know so I avoid them. Some of them catch me off-guard, and I'm right back in the worst day of my life.

Sometimes it's just the sensation. Feelings. Sometimes I see it. 〈 she snorts a humorless laugh. 〉 Sometimes literally.

A lot of the time it's the sounds. 〈 quiet, 〉 I remember the sounds.

〈 her eyes meet his. 〉

You know I never remember my dreams anymore? But I remember that. A bajillion light years away, I'm stuck in it.

[His thumb continues to circle her knuckles and he's silent as she speaks, listening carefully. It's more of the story that he's heard in bits and pieces. Not all of it, but a few more pieces of the puzzle. His thumb never stops moving and his eyes gone soft with care never leave her face.]

What happened? [Maybe she won't answer. Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe he's overstepping. He'll take her lead, whatever it means. If she wants to yell at him or wants to change the subject, he won't push. But he has to ask. If it haunts her like this and she can give him this many pieces, than maybe it really would help not to keep it inside.]

A tragedy, of course.

〈 she slips her hand from his. a gentle push and she drifts from him. not far. only enough to make it deliberate. she does not want a kind touch or well-intentioned reassurances. she never put the serum in peter's hand. she did not drive him to the school. but she had her own role in this tragedy.

first act, she thinks. we encounter our characters and their world, and the initial conflict. 〉

Peter was goofy and brilliant. Followed me everywhere. Couldn't be quiet to save his life. He wanted to be like Spider-Woman. I never told him I was her. 〈 maybe if she had… another what-if to join the ocean's worth she has imagined since prom night. she might drown in them if she is not careful.

she twines a tentacle around her fingers. when she lowers her head, her bell obscures most of her face. the second act: the stakes are raised. the conflict escalates. 〉

He synthesized a serum. So he could be on Spider-Woman's level. So he could take revenge on the people who tormented him. I don't know. But the Lizard attacked the prom. And the girl who was his hero beat him. No. She humiliated him. Even after he begged her to stop. She didn't let up until the effects started to wear off. And there was Peter.

〈 act three. 〉He said he wanted to be like me. And he died.

[Some of it he knows or has inferred, that Peter was her best friend, someone she'd known almost her whole life. That she felt his death was on her shoulders. The details are new and he finds himself closing his eyes for a just a moment, the familiar pangs of guilt that wash over him tempered by the empathy he feels for her.

She'd killed him. Peter had done something to himself—he doesn't entirely understand what—and it had made him dangerous. So Gwen had stopped him without knowing who it was she fought. She'd killed him with her own hands. The weight of it takes his breath away for a moment as he opens his eyes again.]

I'm sorry. [He remembers Wen Ning's hand through Jin Zixuan's chest, not the same but not so different, and he knows it isn't enough.]

Join the club. There's a waitlist. 〈 a joke lacking in humor. an attempt at lightness that falls flat.

she can crack wise about venom, every shitty thing she witnesses, her deaths. she laughs to keep from crying. when it comes to peter, she has a scream lodged between her ribs that has never gone away.

peter wanted to hurt people. he succeeded. his aunt and uncle were destroyed by the loss of their boy. harry gave himself to hatred and vengeance. gwen split her life in half, and in so doing, lived no life.

even now, knowing, years past… little wonder she said yes to the orbs in her dream. (she fears, awake, she would have said the same.) 〉

[He swims closer to her, closing the distance between them, and refraining from reaching for her like he wants to. Instead, he floats there next to her, pain in his heart at the thought of the weight she carries in her own.]

You were acting to protect others. [He continues before she can respond.] I know it doesn't absolve you. I know.

I know that doesn't make it hurt less. [It does matter though.]

〈 she shakes her head. 〉 I don't need reassurances, Wei Wuxian. I'm not looking for absolution.

〈 she did not share to seek a solution; there isn't one. only how she chooses to live with the truth. 〉

Peter was responsible for his actions that night; I had that epiphany a couple years ago. And I was, am, responsible for mine.

〈 she was angry over something so stupid. she had wanted one night. she had wanted to enjoy her prom with her friends. she wanted to just be gwen again for one night.

instead, a long line of consequences stretch from their actions that night. for her dad. for the parkers. for harry. for her friends, and the city, too. for peter and for gwen.

she turns her face away. 〉

This has taken up too much time, 〈 she repeats. 〉 We need to stay moving.

[It was the wrong thing to say and he knows it even before she's withdrawn. There's nothing to be done for it now. Frustrated with himself and at a loss, he reaches for her hand. Before the Ximilia, no one had talked to him about their feelings like this. With Gwen, he feels privileged to be trusted, but it doesn't stop him from being absolutely worthless at knowing what to say.

He doesn't want her to hurt, but pain is part of life. Her aches and pains—like his own—deserve to be felt. What can he say then without reducing her feelings to something inconsequential, the way Newt had done to him?]

Alright. [Acquiescence, in penance more than agreement. He's not concerned with how long this trip takes them.]

Don’t!

〈 quick as a snakebite, they snatch back their hand. jagged slashes like enormous and uneven teeth cut the edge of their bell. all along their tentacles, bumps like spines sprout.

venom’s confusion is a part of her. craving contact, while abhorring the thought of touch in that moment. the sensations of that night linger. her skin crawls. too much. the stimulation is too much.

gwen inhales deeply—there’s no use crying over pinpricks, she thinks, her thumb and index finger tapping the beat, don’t fight the name if the name fits—and, by the time she gets to the chorus, she stops the change. when she speaks, however, she does so in plural. 〉

Don’t touch us.

〈 unable to escape, she pulls into herself. makes herself small.she drops her head, and her face disappears behind her massive bell. without another word, she takes to swimming—as well as she is able in a jellyfish’s shape, at least.

she keeps drumming on her fingers. 〉

[The shift from "me" to "us" isn't lost on him, and he nods after a moment and stays silent. If she doesn't want him near, he won't force anything. He's already messed this conversation up enough.

And so they continues on in silence, speaking only about the currents and the direction they're going as needed.]

〈 another current behind them—and something like four ramones later—gwen slows to a stop. wei wuxian is faster than she is, and she waits for him to turn. the prickly anxiety has faded; instead, she gets its twisted second cousin, shame. 〉

Look— 〈 tilting her head up, she groans quietly. her life too often feels like a constant apology tour. at this point, she is clearly the problem. 〉

I'm sorry about that back there. Venom kind of plays what I'm feeling back to me in stereo. So when I'm feeling anxious or helpless… 〈 she shrugs helplessly. 〉 Well, you saw. That's not an excuse, though.

["I'm" sorry, not "we're" sorry. His face blooms into a soft smile and he shakes his head, swimming across the feet between them until they're face to face. He'd spent two years allowing resentful energy to dictate his moods. He isn't one to point fingers.]

I'm sorry for being bad at this. [He chuckles quietly.] In case you haven't noticed, I'm not good at saying the right thing.

And I know what it's like for your emotions to be compromised by something else.

[A pause and then] Are you still feeling anxious? Is there...something I can do?

〈 a shake of her head. 〉 I'm fine.

〈 she is not thinking in plural so it is not a lie and no one can criticize her. 〉

You're okay. Even I don't know everything that will set me off. And I mean that literally, I met another me, and accidentally went Venom on her too so. 〈 please laugh. 〉

[He doesn't laugh but his lips twitch.]

Two Gwens at once? [He shakes his head, eyes comically wide.] Amazing and scary. [Pause.] What do you think it would be like to be around two of me?

〈 immediately, 〉 We'd never find Itachi again.

（ true that. ）

[His friends are so mean to him! He smiles though, glancing at her fondly.]

Hmm. Spiders could find him. [He pauses to look at her for a moment.]

Hey. What kind of creature are you? Are you something that exists on your world? I haven't read about sea creatures, only land animals.

〈 she and venom would be hiding with itachi too. but if believing otherwise makes wei wuxian happy… 〉

Getting into my government information now?

〈 she reaches for one of her tentacles. the spines long ago receded; it curls around her wrist. 〉

Pretty sure jellyfish exist in every world. Those with oceans, anyway. 〈 her expression turns wry. 〉 They're venomous.

[He snorts and nods, because of course they are.]

That beach in Taeum was my first time going to the ocean. I'm sure they exist in my world too. Seeing everything here though...I know we're here for an important mission, but it's hard not to be awed by the wonder of everything.

Edited 2022-08-30 22:22 (UTC)

〈 when he casts his gaze on their surroundings, gwen studies his face. she knew him to be a nerd; no one would devour a chemistry book like wei wuxian did and not be on the nerd scale. the theoretical, however, cannot compare to the experiential, and gwen finds herself enchanted by his childlike fascination. he treats everything new like seeing color for the first time: all bright joy and astonished curiosity. he inquires; he experiments; he pokes and prods until he gains understanding. he seems lit from within. he is vibrant.

which makes it harder to swallow whatever deal he made.

he killed himself, a voice reminds her. didn't try. he succeeded. her throat aches. 〉

Wei Wuxian? 〈 her voice sounds strange even to her ears. if that is not enough warning, her question makes it overt. 〉 Can I ask you something and get an honest answer? It's personal.

〈 gwen is painfully aware she is stepping onto a minefield. after she gets his assent, she still hesitates. spider-sense is quiet, but apprehension rings in her brain, and it is the more unnerving. 〉

Do you think the world's better off without you?

[His tentative agreement had him tensing up, but the moment the question is out, he feels most of the tension slipping away, replaced instead by something considering and a little melancholy. There is no anger in his expression and he doesn't go on the defense. He's quiet for a long time, his gaze flickering between her face and then back to the reach of ocean before them.]

That question...I don't know. I don't think of it that way at all. There's just...no place for me there. [If he hadn't taken his own life, he'd have been killed. There was no question about it. And if he'd somehow hidden away...where would he go? What would he do? Everything was lost. He didn't want to live through the grief of losing his third family. There was only so much one person could take.]

I told you how I died. I didn't tell you why. I didn't tell you the rest of it. [He sighs and wilts a bit, shaking his head.]

Telling you is the only way you'll understand, but...it's not a nice story, Gwen.

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