It's too easy. Perhaps it's their shared blood, perhaps the natural inclination of twins to fall together, even ones intent on destroying one another, or perhaps it is something peculiar to the taller boy at her side who so bravely, so foolishly offers to take her best parts back from Carnage with an ease that suggests that he could. That he would at least try. There ought to be something like guilt or fear in her heart for her brother when he offers this, but, instead, it thrills her. Manikin, in that perilous heart of hers, grins wickedly and wide, tracing along the high of the easy victory. Her first. She savors it, takes her time to consider the options Avocet lays before her. Do they get them back? Impossible, but she wonders how Carnage would destroy him, would he do it slowly, or strangely, as he had killed some on that strange, far-away beach, or would he do it swiftly, because Avo would be nothing before him, an insect, and a foolish one at that.
She wonders, and she purrs, a silk-soft sound that hints at the temporary nature of her current embarrassment, a sound that, without warning is stopped dead in her throat by a lump that wriggles and rolls, that stops up her breath long enough that she chokes, and then disappears as if it was never there at all. An entire world is still within her, and not, and the creatures of that world run their fingers across her ribs and set her skin to twitching. Sweat dampens her neck. She needs a distraction.
"Yes..." When she speaks again, her voice has a rasp that wasn't there before, something genuine and not another party-trick. "Let's get them back."
Carnage had said they would be made whole again, that the effects of that fog would not last, and he had even rebuilt her bones. She has no reason not to believe him, but the idea of her brother dashing himself against the dark god like a baby bird against a cliff is an enticing one, and that he might do it because of a power Carnage gave her access to, because @[avocet] is so desperate to love and be loved and their grandfather's gift allows her to manipulate that desire, is even better.
She wonders, and she purrs, a silk-soft sound that hints at the temporary nature of her current embarrassment, a sound that, without warning is stopped dead in her throat by a lump that wriggles and rolls, that stops up her breath long enough that she chokes, and then disappears as if it was never there at all. An entire world is still within her, and not, and the creatures of that world run their fingers across her ribs and set her skin to twitching. Sweat dampens her neck. She needs a distraction.
"Yes..." When she speaks again, her voice has a rasp that wasn't there before, something genuine and not another party-trick. "Let's get them back."
Carnage had said they would be made whole again, that the effects of that fog would not last, and he had even rebuilt her bones. She has no reason not to believe him, but the idea of her brother dashing himself against the dark god like a baby bird against a cliff is an enticing one, and that he might do it because of a power Carnage gave her access to, because @[avocet] is so desperate to love and be loved and their grandfather's gift allows her to manipulate that desire, is even better.
........seem a saint when most I play the devil