[ Did he need to be reminded of the symbiote, or was that a reminder for herself. Feeling out the edge of still being connected to him. She can keep out so many of the other hosts without a thought, but he was never like that. He has never let her keep him out. Her subconscious fires: and knows him. And somehow he must know her, despite all the things that have come and gone in his absence. It's irritating, something she can't control in her tightly controlled little web of gestures and falsehoods. She can't lie to him.
She accepts the offering of wires, and just as easily accepts them into her weaving. They bring some color and alternative texture to the thing, and she likes that about it. What she does it not exactly about creating something pretty so much as the act itself, using what is at hand. ]
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[ Did he need to be reminded of the symbiote, or was that a reminder for herself. Feeling out the edge of still being connected to him. She can keep out so many of the other hosts without a thought, but he was never like that. He has never let her keep him out. Her subconscious fires: and knows him. And somehow he must know her, despite all the things that have come and gone in his absence. It's irritating, something she can't control in her tightly controlled little web of gestures and falsehoods. She can't lie to him.
She accepts the offering of wires, and just as easily accepts them into her weaving. They bring some color and alternative texture to the thing, and she likes that about it. What she does it not exactly about creating something pretty so much as the act itself, using what is at hand. ]