[ gwen is not a party person, she's really not. back home, mary jane would get her to go out to after parties, sometimes, after a gig or whatever, but that's usually the only circumstance that could get her to go to a big, crowded party. yet here she is, a couple drinks in, so she's feeling- good? that's interesting. usually she's strung up on a little social anxiety when the party hits this point, everybody a little rowdy and louder and- but-
no, she actually feels good.
she's managed to stay on the outskirts most of the time, mostly just hoping to see some familiar faces, even if she really doesn't want any of her friends showing up here. but she's selfish, hopeful, for a long time throughout the party. anyway, of course she doesn't see anybody from home. it's for the best. luckily ( or whatever ), the champagne put her in such a good mood, it doesn't seem to bother her much.
when the countdown starts, she's already switched gears and started to look for people from here she actually knows. more than a couple people, which is strange to think about, but someone in particular that she's known since day one. he might not even be here, she's sure parties aren't his scene.
six, five, four...
she's one of the only few people still moving around the crowd instead of standing still and snuggling up close with someone else, but she doesn't seem to care. what's the point of even being here if she doesn't say hi to at least one of her friends. c'mon. she can manage that before she leaves for the night.
three, two
aha! there he is.
one!
now, it's just a crazy random happenstance that she finds him just when he's leaning in to kiss someone, but that's happening. and the feeling in her gut isn't exactly jealousy, but it's- something. not great. it's dark. and quickly escalating into something way worse. normally she'd feel it coming, she'd recognize the signs. but there's a split second where she's just feeling shocked and a little flustered, and then she's
kind of furious
it doesn't make sense, but for some reason she can't see that. all she can feel is that sensation like she's being sucked under a current and can't pull herself out, and then she's there. dark eyes and a defensive stance. her symbiote taking over for just a second. at least, she thinks that's what this is.
she doesn't realize she's moving towards him until her hand is gripped too hard in the back of his shirt and she's yanking him away, dragging him a few steps back, and then shoving him hard, trying to get him on the ground. she doesn't think about his spider-sense, doesn't think about anything at all except the urge, the need, to hurt him. there's no motivation this time, nothing spurring gwenom on to justify all of this. she's just angry, and it's all focused on him.
it's just a bad coincidence that she's dragged them right near the table full of weapons, her eyes scanning over everything before she finds a particularly brutal looking knife. not usually her style, who needs a weapon when you have brute force on your side? but something in her wants to see him bleed.
it's like a bad horror movie, the way she's looking over the knife then moving closer to loom over him, and she can't even be bothered to quip about it. she can't. it's pretty damn obvious this isn't really gwen, but it's dark on the dance floor, so who knows if he can really see the look on her face, the fact that her eyes aren't- hers. they're inky black with a reddish glow, far from anything remotely normal. she's just coming after him with a knife and not even bothering to explain why.
for precious sweet sunshine mcu peter parker;
[ gwen is not a party person, she's really not. back home, mary jane would get her to go out to after parties, sometimes, after a gig or whatever, but that's usually the only circumstance that could get her to go to a big, crowded party. yet here she is, a couple drinks in, so she's feeling- good? that's interesting. usually she's strung up on a little social anxiety when the party hits this point, everybody a little rowdy and louder and- but-
no, she actually feels good.
she's managed to stay on the outskirts most of the time, mostly just hoping to see some familiar faces, even if she really doesn't want any of her friends showing up here. but she's selfish, hopeful, for a long time throughout the party. anyway, of course she doesn't see anybody from home. it's for the best. luckily ( or whatever ), the champagne put her in such a good mood, it doesn't seem to bother her much.
when the countdown starts, she's already switched gears and started to look for people from here she actually knows. more than a couple people, which is strange to think about, but someone in particular that she's known since day one. he might not even be here, she's sure parties aren't his scene.
six, five, four...
she's one of the only few people still moving around the crowd instead of standing still and snuggling up close with someone else, but she doesn't seem to care. what's the point of even being here if she doesn't say hi to at least one of her friends. c'mon. she can manage that before she leaves for the night.
three, two
aha! there he is.
one!
now, it's just a crazy random happenstance that she finds him just when he's leaning in to kiss someone, but that's happening. and the feeling in her gut isn't exactly jealousy, but it's- something. not great. it's dark. and quickly escalating into something way worse. normally she'd feel it coming, she'd recognize the signs. but there's a split second where she's just feeling shocked and a little flustered, and then she's
kind of furious
it doesn't make sense, but for some reason she can't see that. all she can feel is that sensation like she's being sucked under a current and can't pull herself out, and then she's there. dark eyes and a defensive stance. her symbiote taking over for just a second. at least, she thinks that's what this is.
she doesn't realize she's moving towards him until her hand is gripped too hard in the back of his shirt and she's yanking him away, dragging him a few steps back, and then shoving him hard, trying to get him on the ground. she doesn't think about his spider-sense, doesn't think about anything at all except the urge, the need, to hurt him. there's no motivation this time, nothing spurring gwenom on to justify all of this. she's just angry, and it's all focused on him.
it's just a bad coincidence that she's dragged them right near the table full of weapons, her eyes scanning over everything before she finds a particularly brutal looking knife. not usually her style, who needs a weapon when you have brute force on your side? but something in her wants to see him bleed.
it's like a bad horror movie, the way she's looking over the knife then moving closer to loom over him, and she can't even be bothered to quip about it. she can't. it's pretty damn obvious this isn't really gwen, but it's dark on the dance floor, so who knows if he can really see the look on her face, the fact that her eyes aren't- hers. they're inky black with a reddish glow, far from anything remotely normal. she's just coming after him with a knife and not even bothering to explain why.
so, that's cool. ]