Aug 14, 2010 16:35
Edward was glad to wake up to a period of respite. While he had been conscious during breakfast, he'd requested to remain in his room for extra "sleep", which had consisted waiting until the room was vacated to ingest the vial of Venom's blood. The vampire had lost his chance last night, but that might have been for the better; this way he wasn't
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tenzen,
tsubaki,
anise,
knives chau,
the doctor,
ranulf,
sam winchester,
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indiana jones,
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claire bennet,
peter parker,
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senna,
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If he wasn't a telepath - or Venom was unreadable - he wouldn't have even toyed with the idea. But the man was sincere, and he would try, and that was enough. He would just need to keep a careful watch on the man, but he seemed stable as long as Zato wasn't brought into the equation.
Speaking of. "I was trying to figure out how that creature worked. It had some sort of psychic ability, I imagine, considering how it formed its shape. I was just organizing my thoughts." He mirrored Venom, his eyes darting to the crushed paper and back to Venom's face. "Do you want it?"
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It was a simple answer and that was all he needed to say. 'Yes, I do. Please hand it over.' That was all. He didn't have to explain his jumbled reasoning, that he didn't want to forget, that even this memory, one that had caused as much pain as it had, one that wasn't even real, still needed to be kept, needed to be remembered. He didn't need to explain himself to Edward or tell just what sort of importance that image held to the assassin. He wanted that drawing, he wanted it away from Edward and anyone else that had no business seeing it. He needed to keep it and remember.
He shook his head. "That isn't necessary." He couldn't take it. It had already been destroyed. Clutching onto shattered memories would only form another weakness to be exploited and he couldn't afford that to happen. It had to be thrown away.
In the end, he went back to staring silently at the salad he'd no intention of consuming. They've said all that they had to.
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Sighing, Edward grabbed the sadly crumpled ball of paper, unwrapping it as if it were as fragile as glass, smoothing the entire sheet out on the cafeteria table, unwrinkling its corners and edges and running his hand over it several times before it was flat. If he was going to have such inner turmoil over the picture, he could decide what to do with it. Sufficiently as repaired as it would be, he slid it across the table beside Venom's lunch tray.
"You decide what to do with it." It wasn't really Edward's choice to make, anyway. He had promised not to speak of the incident - and he wasn't planning to still - but even sketching it had stretched that promise too thin. It was terribly easy to understand Venom if Edward thought of Bella the same way; if the thing had turned into her and he'd slaughtered it like he had -
Well. It wouldn't have ended well.
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Venom could see the exasperation on Edward's face as he handed over the sheet of paper, and he couldn't say he cared for it. He said he didn't need it. He already made his point to the vampire perfectly clear, and yet the other was acting for all the world as if the assassin was twisting his arm into giving him what he wanted.
He wasn't. Edward had seen him being demanding. That was nowhere near it. He didn't understand...
His attention turned to the given sketch, the creases in its surface making the already dark blots of ink drown in shadows. Photo-realistic it might have been before, but image was still tarnished now. No amount of care would undo that.
It was better that way.
Time was coming to a close in any case, and this wasn't a topic he was willing to speak with Edward on. Hands against the table's edge, he pushed himself up and out of his chair, then turning his back to the sight and moving on. He offered one command as he moved, voice hardened.
"Throw it away."
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