a life full of lemons makes for sour lemonade

Venom had Deathbelle on her mind much more heavily as Hattori separated himself from her. There were far too many similarities she never wanted to see between herself and the once Empress. Mostly where her life was going and a better understanding of her mother’s behavior, and the thought that maybe she had been too harsh. Venom wouldn’t make excuses for the wrongs done, she wouldn’t regret her own actions against them, but her coldness was unnecessary. In a world where anyone could hurt her she felt guilty causing harm herself.

It was oddly coincidental that her mother would call at the corder as Venom had her thoughts on the aging woman. Curious, and unable to ignore an act of fate such as that. White gloved paws carried her to the edge of the white forests, sunset gaze falling on Deathbelle and Iolaire. Venom lifted her brow curiously at their closeness, she couldn’t remember the last time that she had seen the badger faced woman.

”Mother, welcome.” She greeted softly, feeling incredibly sentimental with her husband leaving her. ”Iolaire,” Venom greeted similarly, before growing silent. She couldn’t guess the reason they were here.