not maybe, definitely

She was actually starting to feel good by the time Maverick asked his question. Had her mind not been forced in this direction he might have had her laughing and making a fool of herself. The thought was sobering though, and she visibly sunk in as it overwhelmed her again. Venom felt so weak for how strongly she was affected by Hattori’s actions. She was strong and independent so why did it hurt so bad? The Empress knew immediately that she was bringing down the mood of everything, but it was just as easy to engage in small talk as it was to take a nap to try and recover.

Maverick gave his condolences but Venom just shrugged lightly as she tried to keep everything from bubbling up and out. She pulled her paws in closer to her chest and tried to hide the soft sigh that left her lips. She struggled for a few moments before she heard Maverick reposition himself. Then he spoke up again. Her brow lifted and her glimpsed him from the corner of her eye. Not expecting to find him belly up as he sought her features with his brilliant gaze.

His sentiment was echoed over the opinions of all of those who cared about her except he was the only one to have put it so eloquently. She wouldn’t have expected less from the rough and tumble vagabond, but it felt good. It was refreshing to an extent as she ignored the not so subtle innuendo. At least he was pulling her thoughts away from her broken heart.

Maverick was successful in getting a sad chuckled out of her as he asked for clarification if Hattori was gay. He complimented her again, being completely open about his attraction as he gestured and admired. "Maybe…” Was all she could really say as she thought about their relationship. He helped her build the Empire, they shared a life together, and one day he was gone. Completely decoupling himself from her life, with not a word from him again. It just hurt.

"I don’t know that I’ll ever fully understand.” She told him softly as her sunset gaze returned to his. He was so very different from the man they spoke of. Completely inappropriate and disheveled, and yet he was far more relatable than Hattori ever was. Venom understood him effortlessly despite the vast differences between them. It was a nice thought as she tried to grasp at the euphoria that had fled her. "Maybe more of your herb would help.” Venom found herself suggesting with a raised brow. If Maverick could help her recover so quickly, maybe it would do her some good to indulge in his lifestyle.


"Venom"