Truly, madly, deeply

Maverick’s subtle affections were so much more thrilling today. Partially because of this unexpected surprise. Venom never would have guessed Mav would bring her back to her childhood home. The fog of memory clouded her perceptions, but Maverick’s touch was clear and concise. She found herself grinning easily up at him as he insisted her tour was far from the only thing he desired from her. Venom shook her head slightly, disguising the subtle hint of flush over her features. She was much more sensitive right now too, the shift to fall brought about another change as she too went into season.

Those thoughts were discarded for the moment, but only pushed away. There weren’t many moments the thought was not on her mind. Nerves and excitement both as they would find out if their efforts would prove as fruitful as Mav’s confidence predicted. For now, her mind was focused on the almost haunting feeling of the ravine. Of a time so very long ago, in a time so much different than this one. Whoever had taken over this place when Ashen was gone from it, had also been gone for a long time.

Sunset gaze caught Maverick’s every few steps, but they were mostly running up and down the ravine, observing the differences between now and her puppyhood memories. She could have strolled through the brush for a long time, but Mav’s voice brought her back from the past as he suggested they make their way to the once palace. He’d chuckled about her family’s affinity, and really, it was Deathbelle. Her mother had always been royal throughout. Venom led him up the path as he asked his question.

"Plague didn’t tell you?” She teased as she fell in step with the massive man, and leaned into his shoulder affectionately as they walked. "There was a great volcano eruption. We were forced to leave or perish from the aftermath.” She told him simply enough. "We retreated to the redwater rocks until the climate returned to its normal state, then my mother took the pale shrine for my father, and for Abraxas.” She hadn’t much mentioned the religion she had been born into, then again her beliefs were left deeply changed as her life went on.

She trailed off slowly, stopping short of telling him what else she had lost when the eruption happened as they appeared before the grand entrance. It wasn’t much compared to the island mountain, but it was incredibly nostalgic to the midnight snow queen. There was no longer a heavy fur door, just an old entrance, musty and littered with cobwebs.

"Maverick & Venom"