[ she finds herself almost shaking as texas kisses her demandingly, a situation so surreal she can't even believe it's reality. how strange, even in her wildest dreams texas remained... distant, uncaring, maybe tolerating her advances if she touched her, maybe stomping her face into the ground in her more masochistic masturbation sessions. and funnily enough she never quite thought she'd be wanted back, after a lifetime of shadowing her and pranking her and killing for her and just about desperate to want to die for her, once upon a time. pursuing her just to be with her. telling sora to chase after her. fantasizing of hacking her friends apart cut by cut, body by body. knowing she won't actually do it. she'd given up on the idea of making texas hers but maybe she could just follow her for a while more like some lovesick puppy until she either dies or, she was slowly suspecting, give up in earnest. it could take a single carnivale to do just that.
she could just about dedicate her life until she could slowly admit she doesn't have terribly much life left, however much her life is worth. she could finally try to use it against other goals.
but the dedication and obsession might never quite leave its claws in her like sickness. if she were any more selfish she would have tried to make texas hers any time sooner or at all. even now the idea barely occurs to her until she could feel texas' hands at her nightgown, texas' body nearly crawling into her lap. she shivers hard in realization and desire, the sudden crash of it onto her. the sanity she's not supposed to have keeping her in check for so long. her hands tremble as she grips texas' top. every sickly and savage and covetous and pathetic desire she has shakes in her chest. ]
You're insane, Texas.
[ for wanting her or indulging her. or maybe texas is just hormonal or whatever. she'd accepted their relationship as friends and enemies and she told herself to be happy with that. changing this might as well just be disastrous for her if she wants any more than this. she returns the kiss with sudden vindictiveness, with a growl in her throat as her claws sink into the fabric of the masquerade outfit. if texas might play with her heart or just feel like being selfish, she'll do so too. ]
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she could just about dedicate her life until she could slowly admit she doesn't have terribly much life left, however much her life is worth. she could finally try to use it against other goals.
but the dedication and obsession might never quite leave its claws in her like sickness. if she were any more selfish she would have tried to make texas hers any time sooner or at all. even now the idea barely occurs to her until she could feel texas' hands at her nightgown, texas' body nearly crawling into her lap. she shivers hard in realization and desire, the sudden crash of it onto her. the sanity she's not supposed to have keeping her in check for so long. her hands tremble as she grips texas' top. every sickly and savage and covetous and pathetic desire she has shakes in her chest. ]
You're insane, Texas.
[ for wanting her or indulging her. or maybe texas is just hormonal or whatever. she'd accepted their relationship as friends and enemies and she told herself to be happy with that. changing this might as well just be disastrous for her if she wants any more than this. she returns the kiss with sudden vindictiveness, with a growl in her throat as her claws sink into the fabric of the masquerade outfit. if texas might play with her heart or just feel like being selfish, she'll do so too. ]