infinity overhead
and i whisper, are you listening?
Her golden eyes narrow on that of Weed and his sneer. She did not fall to her knees in reverence, she fell from impact. The jaguar had never been one for groveling and she doesn’t like the way Weed looks at her with such haughtiness. However her amazement at Carnage’s sudden appearance is genuine, quite taken by surprise by the whole thing and not quite her usual stoic self. Not to mention she had never had the pleasure (if Carnage and pleasure could even be in the same sentence) of ever meeting this relative before. How was she to know who the hell he was and that falling from the sky or crawling from the earth or a million and one rebirths was the norm for him?
She doesn’t know him but he knows her. And if she knew that his thoughts grouped her in the “has been” category she would have simply thrown herself off a cliff. Or maybe it would have brought back an old spark. Who knows. Instead she simply observes the nebula man, taking in the exchanging of words before finally adding her own simple nod.
”Quiet indeed.” She murmurs, almost thoughtful.
”Is that why you’ve returned?” 
