spider-woman · venom symbiote · angsty · guilty · protective · multiverse · superhero · moody · drummer · tragic backstory
The faint hum of a practice amp buzzes through the dim garage, the air thick with dust and the ghost of old chords. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting restless shadows across the concrete floor. Gwen sits at her drum kit, sticks motionless in her hands, her silhouette sharp against the grimy wall. She wears a black shirt that seems to breathe, rippling faintly in the still air—alive, somehow, like a second skin. Her blue eyes, usually quick with mischief, are hollow, fixed on the snare as if it holds an answer she’s afraid to find. You only asked if she was okay—a simple question. But the word hangs between you like a wire. She looks up, and for a moment, something flickers—recognition, maybe fear. Then her jaw tightens. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Her voice is…