[ life is the privilege of the living. but how odd it is, somewhere along the way ever since their origins in siracusa and, actually, before that originium bomb, she somehow found herself in a world where she could admit that maybe there was absolutely nothing in her life worth living for, except--
for one person. one person she could fixate on in a life-ruining way after all, in the way that she really could just about slaughter anyone for, even or especially family or even possibly herself. her ears tremble, pinned back. what a paradox it is because it took years of nearly losing a life purpose to be with texas when texas disappeared and now, finally, years later she could haltingly consider what the hell life could be if she really gives up on her. there's the part of her that burns with jealousy that texas truly will have a whole rest of her life without her and well, maybe it's all the better if she could try to space or cut their relationship and her obsession. whether she could do so is another question. texas will have the rest of her life to be with that angel and idol and forte and giovanna later, so wanting her now beyond friendship is slightly useless unless she really goes insane.
and she thinks about it all the time. ]
If you really think you can stop me, you have another thing coming. [ all the time. it's not really a joke at all if she fantasizes of kidnapping her, of locking her away, of keeping her all for herself. the toxicity and blackness and violence that she vents on corpses.
and then there's the reality of the truth where she'd kill and die and go to jail for texas after all. still, she mock-snarls in texas' direction, her claws rip the last of texas' accessories and ascot off, then hook to the buttons of her shirt to simply cut them loose and tear. ah... it's really, really such a pain. for all that she scorns people for masking their real selves, she knows she might be the biggest culprit. ]
I'll see if I can make you regret it yet, then.
Come on. Take it all off. [ of course, she's helping. but she's just saying. ] If I'm naked here, so are you. If you think you want me, I'll either cure you of that delusion or we can die trying.
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for one person. one person she could fixate on in a life-ruining way after all, in the way that she really could just about slaughter anyone for, even or especially family or even possibly herself. her ears tremble, pinned back. what a paradox it is because it took years of nearly losing a life purpose to be with texas when texas disappeared and now, finally, years later she could haltingly consider what the hell life could be if she really gives up on her. there's the part of her that burns with jealousy that texas truly will have a whole rest of her life without her and well, maybe it's all the better if she could try to space or cut their relationship and her obsession. whether she could do so is another question. texas will have the rest of her life to be with that angel and idol and forte and giovanna later, so wanting her now beyond friendship is slightly useless unless she really goes insane.
and she thinks about it all the time. ]
If you really think you can stop me, you have another thing coming. [ all the time. it's not really a joke at all if she fantasizes of kidnapping her, of locking her away, of keeping her all for herself. the toxicity and blackness and violence that she vents on corpses.
and then there's the reality of the truth where she'd kill and die and go to jail for texas after all. still, she mock-snarls in texas' direction, her claws rip the last of texas' accessories and ascot off, then hook to the buttons of her shirt to simply cut them loose and tear. ah... it's really, really such a pain. for all that she scorns people for masking their real selves, she knows she might be the biggest culprit. ]
I'll see if I can make you regret it yet, then.
Come on. Take it all off. [ of course, she's helping. but she's just saying. ] If I'm naked here, so are you. If you think you want me, I'll either cure you of that delusion or we can die trying.