[He's not Amshel. He doesn't know how to hold her the way she likes to be or where to stroke her head to get her to calm down, but his instincts and intuition seem to be doing a pretty good job for the time being. His fingers are thinner and more bony than the other Chevalier's, but they feel good against her scalp as she presses her face more against his chest.
Her arms move from her sides to hang loosely around his instead. Yes, she'd sought solitude, but that was because she was salty and trying to sort things out in her head. It was easier to do that without anyone else around her, when things were more quiet, even if inside her head it felt as if there was a shouting match going on.]
I just want to be adored. My sister seemed to find it so easy, to be admired and loved. I want that too.
[They're both monsters, after all, and twins to boot. So why was one more adored than the other? Sure, Diva knows it's because Saya LARPs as a human but when has that done anyone any good? To live inauthentically?]
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Her arms move from her sides to hang loosely around his instead. Yes, she'd sought solitude, but that was because she was salty and trying to sort things out in her head. It was easier to do that without anyone else around her, when things were more quiet, even if inside her head it felt as if there was a shouting match going on.]
I just want to be adored. My sister seemed to find it so easy, to be admired and loved. I want that too.
[They're both monsters, after all, and twins to boot. So why was one more adored than the other? Sure, Diva knows it's because Saya LARPs as a human but when has that done anyone any good? To live inauthentically?]