OOC: This table obviously is for when Venom starts off a post.
Venom had looked at the woman through those beautiful hazel eyes of his. They were always hazel, but always a different mixture of the red, green, and brown that had entailed the definition of Hazel eyes. The only consistent part of his eye that was permanent that would never, ever change would the the reddish spot in his left eye. This was a consistent spot in his eye that he had referred to as a "Cat's eye". He believed he had read it somewhere in some human book that the imperfection of his eye was called a cat's eye for whatever reason. He couldn't remember exactly what book he read it, but he had read it somewhere and was sticking with that explanation of what it was. Either way, Venom looked at the woman, straight in her solid brown eyes. They were dark, but they weren't expressionless, and they were actually quite beautiful themselves. Venom loved her solid eyes. It was one the more attractive features of the woman, besides that million dollar smile that she had. Her smile was something that melted Venom every fucking time. He couldn't help but smile to her when she smiled to him, just because it was infectious. He found her just looking at him sometimes to just melt him. Venom reached out his hand and touched her cheek, and she spoke to him, telling him that they ate all of the food and that they had and they needed to go hunt for something to eat. He also heard her stomach start to moan about not having anything in it. Venom couldn't help but smile at her stomach.
Her last question was the one he would answer, though he didn't really say anything, more like just looked at Panda and she pretty much guessed what would make him get up. His hand had played with her ivory cheek before the man had finally opened his maw to speak. When I wake up.. the man spoke, before he had just blinked his eyes for a moment, watching as the energy of the woman just radiated off of her. She was practically glowing with the energy that she harnessed in her body. When she spoke, to him, he'd see a thick cloud of smoke come from her lips. It was rather interesting, the way he could see these things, while other's could not. He liked to watch her just talk, and often times, the two could sit there in complete silence and just watch each other. Sometimes Venom wondered what Panda saw, if she had been as spiritual as he had been, and since she had all of this extra energy and her aura was as strong as it was, then she had to be special. It wasn't like Venom would waste his time with little spiritual weaklings anyways. It would be a huge waste of his time to have to deal with the weaker ones because he would have to protect them if something happened to them in the spirit world, or if something happened to their spirit body. He didn't want to have to be the one to protect them. Plus, he believed that Panda was a shaman, just highly untrained and inexperienced. He made it a mission for her to be trained by him, since his trainer was one of the best. I can see your energy coming through your mouth again. It's gray right now, but you should keep talking and maybe it'll change color.. the man spoke to the woman, a smile forming on his lips as he looked at her snout, wanting to see the energy coming from her maw again.
When I wake up the man had told the woman, who had laid there beside him, her black fingers had played in the man's mane, untangling whatever hair had been messed up while he was sleeping. It wasn't like she had her own hair to fix, since they were just dreadlocks. The only thing she can really do to her hair was to just twist and separate the dreads that might decide the tangle together, but his hair, his hair was a fucking task to take care of. Panda honestly loved taking care of his hair for him. She couldn't tell you why, because she didn't know why herself, but she did just love to help him wash it, and dye it and brush it and do whatever he wanted to do to it. She had the skills he needed to make his hair look and smell good, so it was a good thing that Venom had her around. She wouldn't let him go out looking like a bucket of shit now, since she had to be seen with the man. Plus, the man was beautiful when he was nice and clean. Though, even covered in blood he was handsome to her. He was always handsome really. She could just simple look at him all day, if he didn't find that to be just a little bit creepy. She figured he might like the extra attention. If not like it then love it. He deserved the attention though, he was a man that was hard to come by so she would hang on to him forever it would seem. She would hope so, for she never did want to let him go. He and she were too emotionally attached to each other for them to leave each other over some stupid little shit that they would do to get on each other's nerves. In the end it was hard for either of them to be mad at the other. One of them would have had to do something completely stupid for the other to be pissed off.
The man had told the woman that she should continue to speak because he could see her energy coming through her mouth. Panda rather enjoyed when the man would tell her this, so it gave her a reason to talk, even when she was done talking, she would just continue so that he could see her energy. She found this aspect of the man to be interesting and unique, and she honestly would not have him any other way. What he believed in, wasn't necessarily what she believed, but she did not discriminate against him, for he did not do the same to her, so why should she treat him differently than anyone else just because he could see energy. She actually did not doubt that the man could see these things because she felt something different about him anyways. Again, she didn't have the heart to deny him just because he was different. She was different too, he had said so himself. Panda believed that she was special, different. Panda smiled at the man when she had seen his smile, so she had opened her maw to speak again. Well, what am I supposed to say? Ya' expect me to just come up with something right off the bat, right? Juss' like das, eh? the woman spoke, smiling the whole time she was talking, and even letting out a little chuckle after she had stopped talking. She saw him look up at her eyes for a moment, a silent sign to continue to speak so he could watch her mouth and it's energy.
Uhmmmm....Will a cigarette wake you up more? the woman asked, wondering if he wanted her to roll a cigarette for him. He shook his head lightly to her and then she had shrugged her shoulders. Imma roll a joint then. the woman spoke to the man before she sat up and turned away from the man for a moment. She had picked up a bag from off of the ground and she had opened up the front pocket, where there was a jar full of a strain of marijuana that was called "Blueberry Kush". She smiled lightly and pulled out some leaves for her to roll it up in. She started to break up the weed on her lap, and once she had finished that she had put them in the leaf. she licked the leaf to make it stick together and then she had rolled it up and put it into her mouth. She found herself a lighter and lit the end of the joint before she had laid back down in the bed, facing the man. She puffed on the joint for a moment and then pulled the man by the back of his head in one big swoop and she pushed her face into his, once their lips touched, she pushed the smoke in her lungs over to the man's mouth.
Venom watched the woman's mouth intently, for the man had been seeing the woman's aura, her energy escaping her maw with every breath she took, every word she spoke. It started to morph color now, as he focused on it, it being a mixture of a few colors, a hint of red, blue, and purple mainly being within the mix of the gray smoke that still left her mouth as he watched it intently. He would look back up at her eyes when she would stop talking, wondering why she would randomly stop like that. She was good at going on random subjects without very much of a response normally. Maybe she just wasn't in the mood to talk so much. She did have a silent side to her, like he did, so he did respect when she did want to sit in silence. Silence was good for the two, it worked. Also, since they both had the same train of thought, often times the two would think the same thing around the same time. It happened often, and they always thought that it was more like an untrained telepathy, rather than coincidence. Both of them just happened to be thinking about the same things all the time though. It was simply coincidence. They believed differently though. As astrological Taurus', they were stuck in their own beliefs, too stubborn to really change their thoughts too easily. It was a trait that they shared, besides their fixed sign of the Bull. They used this to tell why they got along so well as well. They were big star and horoscope and astrological dorks you could say since they did like to talk about that, music, and then they had their rants about absolutely nothing. Their rants were always so goddamn stupid, but always really funny simply because they both knew how to make just enough sense to not make any sense at all.
When the woman had turned to roll a joint, Venom's eyes traced her back, and he looked at the muscles in the woman's back before he had started to focus on what her aura was telling him. Right now, her aura around her had been a deep indigo color that was attractive to the eye, especially his since he was a big fan of purple. He smiled lightly at her before she had moved back around, laying down next to him with the joint in her hand. She puffed on it a few times before she had pulled him forward and gave him a shotgun. He accepted it after the initial shock had gone back down in the pit of his chest. It took a moment for him to pull away from her lips, because she tasted so good. Venom smiled as he pulled away and then he took the blunt from her. That was beautiful. he said simply, a cocky grin on his lips. He looked at her and took a hit from the joint and then he passed it back to her. He saw that she had given him a grin, as she had taken another hit from the joint and when she had exhaled the smoke this time, she just blew it in his face, and he inhaled, and when he exhaled, the smoke that he inhaled had escaped his body. When he would get the joint back, he would hit it, and then he would give her a shot gun, brought on just as suddenly as her own, and but he had pinned her down, straddling her hips and then he put his lips up to hers. He felt her hands rise to meet his face, as if this was an actual kiss instead of a shotgun, but he didn't mind. Of course he didn't mind.
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