( that lady comes back to find that her seats been taken and she looks so unamused. but something about gay rights is saying that she's going to have to sit somewhere else. jason and venom are such menaces...
on the bright side, venom and eddie sleep all the way until they land, which wasn't too hard since they were only an hour or so out when venom first got settled. the rough touch-down isn't enough to wake them, which is surprising given how light of a sleeper eddie has proved himself to be. chances are venom is working his alien magic to ensure eddie didn't spring up mid-flight and panic hard enough to get them both arrested, but that isn't as necessary now that they're firmly on the ground and people are beginning to file out. )
[ Jason doesn't sleep. he can't. he's already a terrible sleeper on the regular, but he does feel relaxed enough now to close his eyes to rest a little. he keeps combing his fingers through Eddie's hair because it's as comforting to him as much as he hopes it is for Eddie.
he's surprised Eddie doesn't wake up while they land, and he mentally thanks V for that too, cause he knows it's him. ]
Nah, man. He didn't eat her. He gave her a lesson in gay rights.
[Jason laughs, feeling this intense relief wash over him for so many reasons. he gets up as well, grabbing their bags out of the overhead, handing Eddie his.]
It was pretty much the best shit ever. He didn't even try to, you know. Eat her. I mean he probably thought about it, but your mouth isn't big enough. Not for him, at least. It's plenty big for me.
( it doesn’t sound like venom to do anything but go for attempted murder, but it DOES sound like venom to complain about something as mundane as mouth sizes.
eddie heads off the plane on shaky legs and gets hit with a blast of humid, southern heat on his way into the airport. if there was any doubt as to whether he’d actually made it to Florida, it’s gone now. )
Holy fuck, Jason… we’re here. We did it.
( he has to take a seat and collect himself, even though he didn’t do much more than sleep. it was a very taxing journey. )
I’ll show everything this mouth can do once we figure out where we’re doing from here… we just pick a beach? Any beach? Buy a tent and pick a spot?
[ with a mouth like Venom's, Jason can't blame him. he follows Eddie off the plane, looking around. the heat hits him and it actually feels really damn nice. ]
We did it. We really fucking did it.
[Jason sits down next to him, bumping his shoulder, then holds his hand out for Eddie's phone.]
I'm gonna hold you to that, babe. Gimme your phone and I'll look some shit up. Maybe we can find a beach that isn't as populated. That would be cool, right? Something more chill?
( eddie hands it over easily and leans back in his seat, marveling. from the airport alone, there's not much difference between here and where they were before, but the fact that they made this far is pretty wild to him.
eddie hadn't been on a plane since that trip to colorado, and he's pretty sure venom had him under the whole time. )
Yeah... the less people, the better. We could have a whole beach to ourselves.
( as for the phone, there's nothing too damning on it. his recent searches are for writer jobs in florida and beach-side condos, while his last texts have been pretty benign legal advice from anne about how to fly across the country without getting arrested. )
[ Jason't traveled more the last handful of months than he ever imagined he'd travel before, and he's still in awe of it. he can't wait to explore this place, especially with Eddie. Jason's proud of him. ]
Think we'll get that lucky?
[Jason takes the phone from him and starts looking some stuff up. he doesn't imagine there's anything damning on Eddie's phone, and he's thankful that Anne helped them out. They'd probably both be screwed without her. after a while, he holds the phone back out to Eddie.]
Oh hey, look at this one... it's pretty fucking sweet. Says here it doesn't have as many hotels and tourist attractions so people tend not to go there as much. Bingo, man.
I don't know, man. Having a perfectly good beach that no one goes to sounds like it might be too good to be true, but... You know, gift horses and stuff. Let's check it out.
( he stands, grabbing his bag. )
I'll hail an Uber. See if there's like a Target or something near the beach. And think of stuff we're gonna need. Y'know, blankets, tent stuff... marshmallows. Junk food.
It's just cause they don't have as much stuff around there. Less bars and entertainment. More like a quiet part of time.
[Jason gets up too, handing Eddie's phone back so they can uber this shit. he has a good feeling about this.]
Maybe some beach chairs too while we're at it. We'll be around for a while. I got a good tip that we're not gonna die by symbiote invasion any time soon. Not today or tomorrow or even like 30 years from now.
( he makes his way to the door, partially because he wants to get a glimpse of their new home, and partially because he has a feeling that ubers won’t take long to arrive at an airport. they’re probably patrolling the place in droves.
once outside, he gets momentarily distracted from the task at hand by the heat, and the palm trees, and the lizards running freely along the ground.
it’s not San Fran, and it’s definitely not Detroit. )
Knull? No, dude, Knull is coming. He’s, like, here. I can… I dunno, I feel him. He’s on his way as we speak.
Nah, dude. He's not. V told me. I mean yeah ok maybe he's on his way but V's connected to him and all that shit and he said that tomorrow in symbiote speak is like, 30 fucking thousand years for us, so....
[this is so far from what Gotham's like that Jason can't even compartmentalize it. it's just a whole other world, and he's here for it.]
We can take a breather. We can get a beach house and get V back in full form, and that's all we gotta think about for the immediate future.
Nah dude, he wasn't fucking with me. We were having a real heart to heart. He was giving me the total lowdown.
[he knows how much Eddie's been struggling with this and that it's a huge shock, but it's also the best news they've gotten in a long time. Things might be great, not just good.
but Eddie's question has him slowing down a moment.]
No, man, it doesn't. I mean, it does. It changes a lot. But not, like— y'know.
( while their uber is on route, eddie stands and begins pacing the length of the bench, which is only about four steps in each direction. )
We can't live off the principle of hashtag yolo when the world's not ending in a week, man. We can't live off my dad's death inheritance thing for like more than another week, maybe? Then... we're gonna have to get serious, y'know? Get jobs. Real jobs. That pay money. Sustainably. And... a smaller beach house.
( what do you mean you can't live like there's no tomorrow when there's ACTUALLY going to be a tomorrow. )
I mean, it felt pretty certain when I looked God in the eye and felt my soul get ripped from my body… Or felt Venom get, like, sucked into the nether… which I imagine is the same feeling.
It’s like… dying. Being torn into pieces, feeling everything that Venom ever touched turn to ashes inside of me. Don’t think I could believe in a more finite end if I tried.
( maybe that’s a dramatization, but the day he met knull is going to be something he talks about in therapy for a while.
yeah, jason’s been playing the role of an anchor way more than he probably should be. )
The tent is a temporary thing. We can’t be Tent People forever.
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on the bright side, venom and eddie sleep all the way until they land, which wasn't too hard since they were only an hour or so out when venom first got settled. the rough touch-down isn't enough to wake them, which is surprising given how light of a sleeper eddie has proved himself to be. chances are venom is working his alien magic to ensure eddie didn't spring up mid-flight and panic hard enough to get them both arrested, but that isn't as necessary now that they're firmly on the ground and people are beginning to file out. )
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he's surprised Eddie doesn't wake up while they land, and he mentally thanks V for that too, cause he knows it's him. ]
Hey, Eddie. We're here.
[Jason shakes at his shoulder to wake him.]
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Wait, really?
( in one piece. totally alive. totally not dead. he sits up and looks around to see, yeah, the plane ride is actually over. )
That was fast.
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[ he gives Eddie a smile, ruffling up his hair. ]
You passed out and then slept through the entire thing. I had a nice time with V, though. And look, we ended up getting all the seats to ourselves.
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What did you do to the lady who was sitting here? Did he, y'know... eat her?
( he whispers it while miming a head-biting motion. )
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[Jason laughs, feeling this intense relief wash over him for so many reasons. he gets up as well, grabbing their bags out of the overhead, handing Eddie his.]
It was pretty much the best shit ever. He didn't even try to, you know. Eat her. I mean he probably thought about it, but your mouth isn't big enough. Not for him, at least. It's plenty big for me.
[Jason can't help but waggle an eyebrow.]
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eddie heads off the plane on shaky legs and gets hit with a blast of humid, southern heat on his way into the airport. if there was any doubt as to whether he’d actually made it to Florida, it’s gone now. )
Holy fuck, Jason… we’re here. We did it.
( he has to take a seat and collect himself, even though he didn’t do much more than sleep. it was a very taxing journey. )
I’ll show everything this mouth can do once we figure out where we’re doing from here… we just pick a beach? Any beach? Buy a tent and pick a spot?
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We did it. We really fucking did it.
[Jason sits down next to him, bumping his shoulder, then holds his hand out for Eddie's phone.]
I'm gonna hold you to that, babe. Gimme your phone and I'll look some shit up. Maybe we can find a beach that isn't as populated. That would be cool, right? Something more chill?
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eddie hadn't been on a plane since that trip to colorado, and he's pretty sure venom had him under the whole time. )
Yeah... the less people, the better. We could have a whole beach to ourselves.
( as for the phone, there's nothing too damning on it. his recent searches are for writer jobs in florida and beach-side condos, while his last texts have been pretty benign legal advice from anne about how to fly across the country without getting arrested. )
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Think we'll get that lucky?
[Jason takes the phone from him and starts looking some stuff up. he doesn't imagine there's anything damning on Eddie's phone, and he's thankful that Anne helped them out. They'd probably both be screwed without her. after a while, he holds the phone back out to Eddie.]
Oh hey, look at this one... it's pretty fucking sweet. Says here it doesn't have as many hotels and tourist attractions so people tend not to go there as much. Bingo, man.
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Is it haunted?
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[Jason pulls the phone back to himself and scrolls a little more, reading random shit that he clicks on.]
Don't think so. There's nothing about any hauntings or demons or shit like that. Not even the sketchier sites. I think we're good.
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( he stands, grabbing his bag. )
I'll hail an Uber. See if there's like a Target or something near the beach. And think of stuff we're gonna need. Y'know, blankets, tent stuff... marshmallows. Junk food.
Important stuff.
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[Jason gets up too, handing Eddie's phone back so they can uber this shit. he has a good feeling about this.]
Maybe some beach chairs too while we're at it. We'll be around for a while. I got a good tip that we're not gonna die by symbiote invasion any time soon. Not today or tomorrow or even like 30 years from now.
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once outside, he gets momentarily distracted from the task at hand by the heat, and the palm trees, and the lizards running freely along the ground.
it’s not San Fran, and it’s definitely not Detroit. )
Knull? No, dude, Knull is coming. He’s, like, here. I can… I dunno, I feel him. He’s on his way as we speak.
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[this is so far from what Gotham's like that Jason can't even compartmentalize it. it's just a whole other world, and he's here for it.]
We can take a breather. We can get a beach house and get V back in full form, and that's all we gotta think about for the immediate future.
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…Are you sure? Does Venom know how to tell time? Like, Earth time?
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[Jason snags Eddie's hand.]
It's not gonna be tomorrow. He's fucking 30,000 light years away.
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( thousands? thousands with a 't'? )
We almost called the Justice League on a problem that's 30 THOUSAND years in the future?
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[Jason has to laugh though because look, it's such a relief.]
It's good. It's good fucking news, man. We can focus on getting V back and figure the rest out later.
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( okay, after setting aside his shock long enough to use his phone to order them an uber, he goes right back into being shocked. )
And if the world isn't ending tomorrow... what's the plan? I was sorta operating on the grounds that we all might die at any second.
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[he knows how much Eddie's been struggling with this and that it's a huge shock, but it's also the best news they've gotten in a long time. Things might be great, not just good.
but Eddie's question has him slowing down a moment.]
Why's it gotta change anything?
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( while their uber is on route, eddie stands and begins pacing the length of the bench, which is only about four steps in each direction. )
We can't live off the principle of hashtag yolo when the world's not ending in a week, man. We can't live off my dad's death inheritance thing for like more than another week, maybe? Then... we're gonna have to get serious, y'know? Get jobs. Real jobs. That pay money. Sustainably. And... a smaller beach house.
( what do you mean you can't live like there's no tomorrow when there's ACTUALLY going to be a tomorrow. )
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[jesus christ, Eddie. you're supposed to be the adult here. Jason's been doing a lot of the adulting though, but hey, he's not a teenager anymore.]
Eddie.
[Jason snags his hand and pulls him back over to him. he's been doing a lot of that lately too.]
Wasn't gonna go for extravagant anyways, man. We'll figure it out. We'll live in a tent for a while if we need to.
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It’s like… dying. Being torn into pieces, feeling everything that Venom ever touched turn to ashes inside of me. Don’t think I could believe in a more finite end if I tried.
( maybe that’s a dramatization, but the day he met knull is going to be something he talks about in therapy for a while.
yeah, jason’s been playing the role of an anchor way more than he probably should be. )
The tent is a temporary thing. We can’t be Tent People forever.
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