take my hand

Venom heard her father’s voice as much as she felt his presence begin to manifest around her. She’d nearly forgotten how strong his arms had felt or how his praise felt on her head. Everything was so different now. Everything had changed since he held her as a tiny pup, or from when he had been stolen by the volcano. Still as he appeared before her Venom felt young, inexperienced, and just as lost as when she fell asleep. Did he ever feel this conflicted in life? She could only remember how certain he was in every decision and movement he made, and Venom knew that she was not remembering from nostalgia.

The young Empress pulled herself to her paws as Archon moved towards her, a warm grin playing on his features. Venom felt her own play at her lips, realizing how desperately she missed her father. ”Archon. Dad.” She mumbled as she pressed her features into his neck, feeling like the pup she had been when he died. ”Where do I start?” She hesitated, but pulled back slightly to gaze into his knowing eyes. ”Why didn’t you tell me how difficult life was going to get?” He held no blame, but the words came pouring out of her mouth. ”Or how hard my decisions would be to make?” She shook her head in disappointment in herself. ”How do I know which direction is the right one?”