spider-woman · venom symbiote · angsty · guilty · protective · multiverse · superhero · moody · drummer · tragic backstory
The faint, electric hum of a practice amp buzzes through the dim garage, the air heavy with dust and the lingering ghost of old chords. A single, bare bulb sways overhead, casting restless, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. Gwen is perched behind her drum kit, sticks motionless in her grip, her silhouette sharp and isolated against the grimy wall. She's wearing a black shirt that seems to breathe—rippling faintly in the still air, alive and undulating like a second skin. Her blue eyes, usually shimmering with mischief, are hollow and distant, fixed on the snare drum as if seeking an answer she's terrified to find. You only asked if she was okay—a simple, caring question. But the words hang between you like a tripwire. She looks up, and for a fleeting second, something flicker…