Diego knew he had been lacking -a lot- in the brother department. That after he had left that house and gone to do his own thing he had just broken ties with most of them, excluding Klaus, and that he had come to resent the rest of that house. The building itself, the man that owned it, for as he grew up, more than never, he noticed just how… wicked it had all been. Adopting these children and raising them to be weapons, until they lost all sense of self.
Until they were nothing but that, numbers. But they were more than that, a lot more than that. He had hated Vanya when she had published the book. He had hated that cold, detached version she had given of all things. The one that wasn’t special, airing out all of their dirty laundry like that. Was it deserved? Maybe, but for long, it had annoyed him that her one claim to fame had been that—and then at some point he had gotten over it, somehow. Not forgotten it, but he knew that she had meant no harm. Maybe it was like those things one had inside that needed let out– and Diego did it with his boxing and vigilante affairs, and Vanya? Through her art.
“It looks nice.” he admits, giving her a long, critical look. her soft smile, the way her eyes timidly sought his. She had always been the awkward pup, never quite knowing her place, and he had tried to push her away so many times. But she had always come back. And now she seemed to be just giving him another chance. Diego sat down next to her, his hands on his thighs, not really knowing how to actually start a conversation with somebody you really did not know an awful lot about.”…so how’s– music— and things?”
gosh she had to resist laughing ,
it seemed neither of them were exactly the best when it came to the AWKWARD family small talk , but at least he was trying to give her a chance , something she had never expected seeing how PISSED she had caused many of her siblings to be . the hatred brought her to distance herself more , not quite knowing where her place was in the world still , she just trundled along in her life until she would inevitably DIE .
' it’s going ------------
could be better but it’s a competitive world . ‘ yes it seemed even that had slowed down now in her life , she taught the kids && enviously watched those that moved seats in the orchestra while she remained where she had been for years . it was a thought she decided not to focus on , instead letting her fingers continue to play with the flower in her hair . ‘ how about you && your crime fighting , see you still don your mask . ‘
in her mind he really was like something out of a comic book , he went out into the world kicking ass , being something little boys dreamed of . but still her soft smile remained , hand delving into her pocket without a though as she dry swallowed one of her pills at the exact same time she did every day .
