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@operabled
“𝒴ou want me to act just like a 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 don’t you? A puppet whose strings you can manipulate at will. Unfortunately for you, I’m 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜, and I want to play a game. I’ll show you how dark 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 can be.”
an independent portrayal of diva / diva from blood+,
based on btlv, blood+, various novels, manga, & headcanon based
mature themes warning ( ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ɪᴠʏ )
So now, I’m holding this pain Like how you abandoned everything It grows clearer every day Endlessly in front of my eyes, Déjà vu
Diva’s life after Amshel’s death—
I fucking love this movie, Blood: The Last Vampire, my favorite anime. When I first saw this movie I had not been paying attention to the details, I thought this Saya was the mother of Saya and Diva from Blood+ in a different dimension. She’s a more cold and aloof version of Saya. This movie spawned more Blood series such as Blood C. I’m so happy there are people who still remember this classic as it is highly underrated. This Saya is a bad ass I highly recommend this one.
“Some people would rather live in a hell they’ve got used to than in a paradise they’ve never experienced before.”
— Urania Sarri
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
The anxiety that had been twisting in her chest had blessedly lessened. She found it easier to breathe, easier to smile at the other woman. There was no reason to cross or be crossed, but she knew herself well enough to keep her armor firmly in place... just in case.
The brief tale of how the Other Diva came to meet her did raise a brow. Yes, she had seen the Wizard of Oz (it never ceased to amaze her how much could change during her thirty years of Hibernation), and silently doubted her.
'But then again,' Diva thought. 'I am face to face with myself and it's certainly no illusion.' If Amshel were still alive, the bastard would no doubt be beside himself with burning questions and less than appealing methods of testing his hypotheses. With that, she decided then to put aside her doubt.
She wondered about the life the Other Diva lived in her world. Perhaps she lived extravagantly or contained a wealth of knowledge. Perhaps she had accomplished what Diva could not and Chiroptera lived freer lives. Perhaps she was still mother to her own children.
"Fascinating what amazing things you can find when you're bored, isn't it? A door to another world! You have to show me where it is."
After all, who wouldn't want to covet a portal? The advantages she could gain from it made her heart skip in her chest. Maybe she could even find a way to regain what she had lost.
“Well hopefully that door is still here. It’s just that it came out of nowhere… I wasn’t expecting to even meet you. Me. Oh you know.” Diva threw her hands up in the air.
“I was trying to see if maybe I could go shopping, I’m running out of clothes then like a cat curiosity reigned me. I really would like to see… how much different we are. Or maybe there’s things you’ve done…” The places you’ll go, the stories to come, Diva could bat off a whole list. Where should she start? She leaned forward hands on her knees, still inspecting her twin-clone.
“Guess you have some questions for me… we’re going to be here a long time… but if you would like to follow me I’d like that if not I could just tell my life story. Unless we really do share more than I thought? Oh fates—what if you’re the other other me?”
Diva cupped her face. “As a matter of fact I will tell you what I know.”
The Other Diva was right. Sharing their stories with each other would take some time. If she had intended to go shopping before stepping through the mysterious door, then it seems their next destination was already decided. Besides, it had been some time since Diva had updated her own wardrobe.
Diva stepped forward and linked arms with the other. She already knew two identical women were no doubt going to draw glances and double takes. Luckily, if anyone dared to ask, it would be easy to dismiss them by claiming to be identical twins - sisters.
She ignored the way her chest tightened thinking about sisters and instead told the Other Diva, "Let's go shopping and while we're looking we can share stories with each other. There's a mall nearby I can take you to!"
As they began walking, Diva pondered what she would ask first. Her chest ached and she asked non-nonchalantly, "Tell me about your Saya."
“Saya…” She whispered, ignoring the curling ball in her chest. Of course there was the age old question. Her twin sister, her other self— two sides of the same coin.
“Believe it or not we live together… well, we used to. A lot of things happened, I’m not sure if you’d like to hear it all but we weren’t getting along. I can say it’s my fault. She gave me chances… I didn’t want them so I left. She visits every now and again. Big sister Saya … I guess she’s the same as yours? I kind of don’t care to be honest with her quirks well day. She still cares about those humans… those disgusting rats. A glutton, her appetite is rich in all kinds of junk food, she even got me hooked on it.”
Diva tightened her hold with their linked arms, glancing at her then into space. “It used to be a safe place for us… I know she tried to make it for me that way…”
They were just entirely two different people. How could it that two people from the same mother have such conflicting views so much it literally and figuratively split the household?
“I think I’m talking too much… we should just buy out the entire store we’re going to. Hey, do you drink coffee? Eat sweets? Am I getting off track?”
Something vile rose up in Diva, something that made her fingers twitch with the desire to snatch them away from the Other Diva. With great effort, she forced those emotions down and glanced away to an unassuming crack in the sidewalk.
So the Other Diva and the Other Saya had once lived together? They were amicable enough that the Other Diva seemed to look back on those times with great nostalgia. It even seemed like they bonded. The anger she felt was familiar - it was jealousy.
"That sounds nice," Diva replied absentmindedly, lost in the What Ifs. "I've never enjoyed coffee but I like sweets every now and then. I can't say I'd prefer it over a decent heart or two, though. Are you glutton like our sister?"
As the women entered the first store, Diva busied herself with examining a spring dress. "I like the idea of buying out the whole store. Would be good passive income. What do you think of this one, darling? There may be better stores for us."
Was it something she said? She noticed the others visible recoil yet something stopped her. Diva examined her doppelgänger, really looked at her. The same blue eyes held a great conflict and turmoil larger than her own. No— they were the same.
“Dont worry, we aren’t close… it was much more of a forced arrangement. I guess you could say I needed a little guidance if I was going to make it in the world, some say I’m too naive. Guess you could blame it that I was dormant in that horrible room for years. By the way which part do you want to hear? Big sister Saya and I only shared a house because a friend of our mother’s… funny, huh?” Their mother wasn’t worth a conversation, leading up to Saya’s move out Diva rattled around the house by herself. Not a problem since she craved the solitude.
Finally paying attention, Diva stroked the dress in front of her. She really liked this one. “I love it if you do. I actually have money on me. Before someone kind of it controlled it. Wherever you like to go I’ll follow.”
It felt strange to have someone look her in the eye and understand her on such a deep level. Diva prided herself on masking her true emotions behind cruelty and rage, but the Other Diva took one glance at her and reassured her in a way she needed.
Her shoulders relaxed as she touched the fabric of a pair of jeans. Somehow, it made her feel less lonely to know that the Other Diva hadn't achieved what she secretly longed for - an affectionate bond with Saya.
"How did such an arrangement happen?" She ventured. "My Saya is... much less forgiving. She'd sooner run me through with her sword than ever entertain the thought of living with me. Even by force."
Diva glanced around the store and noticed what they have to sell - summer and spring clothing, and there were plenty of customers milling around. It was whimsical and girly, catering to women of all ages though it was clear younger women were their target audience. So long as they had the latest fashions, they would continue to have business flowing in like a river. "Shall we begin our take over, then? I have enough for a couple businesses. I haven't... splurged in a long time."
Should she stop over analyzing, get straight to the nitty gritty? Diva was sure she wouldn’t be able to hide a thing from her counterpart. Upon realizing it had not been just an ordinary door she thresholds across, it wasn’t even another universe. Was it? Something must have happened in the grand scheme of things that a higher power would be capable of making her meet herself .
Did she like this little life? Probably.
“As I mentioned the setup was from a family friend… I didn’t even want to live with her, I pulverized half of the house to make a point so my mother’s friend grounded me. Sounds childish when all she really did was limit my access to the outside world safe for my iPad.” She still wasn’t a fan of Apple products but it was better that tutoring sessions that made her head almost implode from the drowning out mess of history as if she had not literally lived it.
“We didn’t have to like each other, but the house stays in one piece. I obviously wasn’t getting anything out of it. Guess this was mom’s way of forcing us to battle out our differences… it’s all so dumb. My beloved aunt didn’t want the house burned down so Saya got her own place, lucky her.” Diva pulled a dress that was a mango color, halter straps and a waterfall bodice at the feet.
“Believe me I really didn’t like it either. Almost ripped sister’s head off… well I could have made it that far. I was just sick of being treated like an infant. Can I be honest with you?” The Queen tucked the dress underneath her arm, file picking for more clothes, like skirts, pants, tops, —
“It was the most free I ever felt in my life, silly right? Amshel… was really nothing. The years spent with him I felt like I was in a gilded cage. I was free from my prison just to be put in another one, guess underneath some circumstances I had a leash around my neck. Was I truly free? I had everything I ever wanted but… it wasn’t enough. Kind of like being in a glass bubble. I couldn’t get out, no one could get in. My life was a stage, nothing but a comedy. My aunt had me realize that I didn’t see I was a man’s tool and those days were forever gone.”
Diva coolly picked out a pair of denim shorts with a sunflower on the right pocket. Pretty.
“He thought I wasn’t paying attention… guess that’s what happens when you get all caught up— oh, not get off topic but by all means. I’d love to splurge. We have all the time in the world.”
Diva’s background is quite interesting… I mean the one I’m going to write for her hopefully soon…
Forgive me father， for I have sinned. and as I kneel here now; hands red with blood， I know deep down， that I’ll do it again.
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
The anxiety that had been twisting in her chest had blessedly lessened. She found it easier to breathe, easier to smile at the other woman. There was no reason to cross or be crossed, but she knew herself well enough to keep her armor firmly in place... just in case.
The brief tale of how the Other Diva came to meet her did raise a brow. Yes, she had seen the Wizard of Oz (it never ceased to amaze her how much could change during her thirty years of Hibernation), and silently doubted her.
'But then again,' Diva thought. 'I am face to face with myself and it's certainly no illusion.' If Amshel were still alive, the bastard would no doubt be beside himself with burning questions and less than appealing methods of testing his hypotheses. With that, she decided then to put aside her doubt.
She wondered about the life the Other Diva lived in her world. Perhaps she lived extravagantly or contained a wealth of knowledge. Perhaps she had accomplished what Diva could not and Chiroptera lived freer lives. Perhaps she was still mother to her own children.
"Fascinating what amazing things you can find when you're bored, isn't it? A door to another world! You have to show me where it is."
After all, who wouldn't want to covet a portal? The advantages she could gain from it made her heart skip in her chest. Maybe she could even find a way to regain what she had lost.
“Well hopefully that door is still here. It’s just that it came out of nowhere… I wasn’t expecting to even meet you. Me. Oh you know.” Diva threw her hands up in the air.
“I was trying to see if maybe I could go shopping, I’m running out of clothes then like a cat curiosity reigned me. I really would like to see… how much different we are. Or maybe there’s things you’ve done…” The places you’ll go, the stories to come, Diva could bat off a whole list. Where should she start? She leaned forward hands on her knees, still inspecting her twin-clone.
“Guess you have some questions for me… we’re going to be here a long time… but if you would like to follow me I’d like that if not I could just tell my life story. Unless we really do share more than I thought? Oh fates—what if you’re the other other me?”
Diva cupped her face. “As a matter of fact I will tell you what I know.”
The Other Diva was right. Sharing their stories with each other would take some time. If she had intended to go shopping before stepping through the mysterious door, then it seems their next destination was already decided. Besides, it had been some time since Diva had updated her own wardrobe.
Diva stepped forward and linked arms with the other. She already knew two identical women were no doubt going to draw glances and double takes. Luckily, if anyone dared to ask, it would be easy to dismiss them by claiming to be identical twins - sisters.
She ignored the way her chest tightened thinking about sisters and instead told the Other Diva, "Let's go shopping and while we're looking we can share stories with each other. There's a mall nearby I can take you to!"
As they began walking, Diva pondered what she would ask first. Her chest ached and she asked non-nonchalantly, "Tell me about your Saya."
“Saya…” She whispered, ignoring the curling ball in her chest. Of course there was the age old question. Her twin sister, her other self— two sides of the same coin.
“Believe it or not we live together… well, we used to. A lot of things happened, I’m not sure if you’d like to hear it all but we weren’t getting along. I can say it’s my fault. She gave me chances… I didn’t want them so I left. She visits every now and again. Big sister Saya … I guess she’s the same as yours? I kind of don’t care to be honest with her quirks well day. She still cares about those humans… those disgusting rats. A glutton, her appetite is rich in all kinds of junk food, she even got me hooked on it.”
Diva tightened her hold with their linked arms, glancing at her then into space. “It used to be a safe place for us… I know she tried to make it for me that way…”
They were just entirely two different people. How could it that two people from the same mother have such conflicting views so much it literally and figuratively split the household?
“I think I’m talking too much… we should just buy out the entire store we’re going to. Hey, do you drink coffee? Eat sweets? Am I getting off track?”
Something vile rose up in Diva, something that made her fingers twitch with the desire to snatch them away from the Other Diva. With great effort, she forced those emotions down and glanced away to an unassuming crack in the sidewalk.
So the Other Diva and the Other Saya had once lived together? They were amicable enough that the Other Diva seemed to look back on those times with great nostalgia. It even seemed like they bonded. The anger she felt was familiar - it was jealousy.
"That sounds nice," Diva replied absentmindedly, lost in the What Ifs. "I've never enjoyed coffee but I like sweets every now and then. I can't say I'd prefer it over a decent heart or two, though. Are you glutton like our sister?"
As the women entered the first store, Diva busied herself with examining a spring dress. "I like the idea of buying out the whole store. Would be good passive income. What do you think of this one, darling? There may be better stores for us."
Was it something she said? She noticed the others visible recoil yet something stopped her. Diva examined her doppelgänger, really looked at her. The same blue eyes held a great conflict and turmoil larger than her own. No— they were the same.
“Dont worry, we aren’t close… it was much more of a forced arrangement. I guess you could say I needed a little guidance if I was going to make it in the world, some say I’m too naive. Guess you could blame it that I was dormant in that horrible room for years. By the way which part do you want to hear? Big sister Saya and I only shared a house because a friend of our mother’s… funny, huh?” Their mother wasn’t worth a conversation, leading up to Saya’s move out Diva rattled around the house by herself. Not a problem since she craved the solitude.
Finally paying attention, Diva stroked the dress in front of her. She really liked this one. “I love it if you do. I actually have money on me. Before someone kind of it controlled it. Wherever you like to go I’ll follow.”
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
The anxiety that had been twisting in her chest had blessedly lessened. She found it easier to breathe, easier to smile at the other woman. There was no reason to cross or be crossed, but she knew herself well enough to keep her armor firmly in place... just in case.
The brief tale of how the Other Diva came to meet her did raise a brow. Yes, she had seen the Wizard of Oz (it never ceased to amaze her how much could change during her thirty years of Hibernation), and silently doubted her.
'But then again,' Diva thought. 'I am face to face with myself and it's certainly no illusion.' If Amshel were still alive, the bastard would no doubt be beside himself with burning questions and less than appealing methods of testing his hypotheses. With that, she decided then to put aside her doubt.
She wondered about the life the Other Diva lived in her world. Perhaps she lived extravagantly or contained a wealth of knowledge. Perhaps she had accomplished what Diva could not and Chiroptera lived freer lives. Perhaps she was still mother to her own children.
"Fascinating what amazing things you can find when you're bored, isn't it? A door to another world! You have to show me where it is."
After all, who wouldn't want to covet a portal? The advantages she could gain from it made her heart skip in her chest. Maybe she could even find a way to regain what she had lost.
“Well hopefully that door is still here. It’s just that it came out of nowhere… I wasn’t expecting to even meet you. Me. Oh you know.” Diva threw her hands up in the air.
“I was trying to see if maybe I could go shopping, I’m running out of clothes then like a cat curiosity reigned me. I really would like to see… how much different we are. Or maybe there’s things you’ve done…” The places you’ll go, the stories to come, Diva could bat off a whole list. Where should she start? She leaned forward hands on her knees, still inspecting her twin-clone.
“Guess you have some questions for me… we’re going to be here a long time… but if you would like to follow me I’d like that if not I could just tell my life story. Unless we really do share more than I thought? Oh fates—what if you’re the other other me?”
Diva cupped her face. “As a matter of fact I will tell you what I know.”
The Other Diva was right. Sharing their stories with each other would take some time. If she had intended to go shopping before stepping through the mysterious door, then it seems their next destination was already decided. Besides, it had been some time since Diva had updated her own wardrobe.
Diva stepped forward and linked arms with the other. She already knew two identical women were no doubt going to draw glances and double takes. Luckily, if anyone dared to ask, it would be easy to dismiss them by claiming to be identical twins - sisters.
She ignored the way her chest tightened thinking about sisters and instead told the Other Diva, "Let's go shopping and while we're looking we can share stories with each other. There's a mall nearby I can take you to!"
As they began walking, Diva pondered what she would ask first. Her chest ached and she asked non-nonchalantly, "Tell me about your Saya."
“Saya…” She whispered, ignoring the curling ball in her chest. Of course there was the age old question. Her twin sister, her other self— two sides of the same coin.
“Believe it or not we live together… well, we used to. A lot of things happened, I’m not sure if you’d like to hear it all but we weren’t getting along. I can say it’s my fault. She gave me chances… I didn’t want them so I left. She visits every now and again. Big sister Saya … I guess she’s the same as yours? I kind of don’t care to be honest with her quirks well day. She still cares about those humans… those disgusting rats. A glutton, her appetite is rich in all kinds of junk food, she even got me hooked on it.”
Diva tightened her hold with their linked arms, glancing at her then into space. “It used to be a safe place for us… I know she tried to make it for me that way…”
They were just entirely two different people. How could it that two people from the same mother have such conflicting views so much it literally and figuratively split the household?
“I think I’m talking too much… we should just buy out the entire store we’re going to. Hey, do you drink coffee? Eat sweets? Am I getting off track?”
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
The anxiety that had been twisting in her chest had blessedly lessened. She found it easier to breathe, easier to smile at the other woman. There was no reason to cross or be crossed, but she knew herself well enough to keep her armor firmly in place... just in case.
The brief tale of how the Other Diva came to meet her did raise a brow. Yes, she had seen the Wizard of Oz (it never ceased to amaze her how much could change during her thirty years of Hibernation), and silently doubted her.
'But then again,' Diva thought. 'I am face to face with myself and it's certainly no illusion.' If Amshel were still alive, the bastard would no doubt be beside himself with burning questions and less than appealing methods of testing his hypotheses. With that, she decided then to put aside her doubt.
She wondered about the life the Other Diva lived in her world. Perhaps she lived extravagantly or contained a wealth of knowledge. Perhaps she had accomplished what Diva could not and Chiroptera lived freer lives. Perhaps she was still mother to her own children.
"Fascinating what amazing things you can find when you're bored, isn't it? A door to another world! You have to show me where it is."
After all, who wouldn't want to covet a portal? The advantages she could gain from it made her heart skip in her chest. Maybe she could even find a way to regain what she had lost.
“Well hopefully that door is still here. It’s just that it came out of nowhere… I wasn’t expecting to even meet you. Me. Oh you know.” Diva threw her hands up in the air.
“I was trying to see if maybe I could go shopping, I’m running out of clothes then like a cat curiosity reigned me. I really would like to see… how much different we are. Or maybe there’s things you’ve done…” The places you’ll go, the stories to come, Diva could bat off a whole list. Where should she start? She leaned forward hands on her knees, still inspecting her twin-clone.
“Guess you have some questions for me… we’re going to be here a long time… but if you would like to follow me I’d like that if not I could just tell my life story. Unless we really do share more than I thought? Oh fates—what if you’re the other other me?”
Diva cupped her face. “As a matter of fact I will tell you what I know.”
“Another me… I think I like that. This is so odd. I don’t know what to make of this.”
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
What do we have here…? No illusion or daydreaming could have prepared her for this, having a doppelgänger was truly mind blowing or maybe this was one of her dreams—hallucinations— often episodes she had buried in the deeper part of her mind that conjured this mirage. Twilight Zone much. Slowly her lips curved into a candy sweet gesture of its own rather than test to see if this was a clone.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she replied back. Diva couldn’t resist dancing on the balls of her feet. This was truly exciting.
Diva's grin only widened as her mirror image appeared completely at ease despite the strangeness of their encounter. Either she was in the midst of a strange dream or somewhere in the mysterious world, someone had taken her image and cloned it.
The latter thought only served to amuse the young queen, though she didn't put any merit behind the theory. If the other was truly a clone, she was certainly a work of art. Conceitedly, she thought the other Diva was quite beautiful but wondered if they shared the same mind as well.
"My, my," she hummed as she examined the other thoughtfully, a finger tapping lightly against her chin. "Where has the world been hiding such a beauty? What do you call yourself, darling?"
She’s so sweet… if only the other her saw that with very close affirmation, she was neither a clone nor a conjuring. Maybe she did step out of an alternative universe. Could it be this other woman maybe led another life that was not similar to her own? Diva truly had so many questions to ask. She was practically dying to touch her counterpart’s beautiful little face.
“Oh you know,” she drawled waving a hand, “here, there and far between. I should be asking the same of you.” The Queen’s eyes swept the other Queen’s figure up and down. This wasn’t a dream. What good did she do to get a true identical twin more so than her blood twin? The universe really was too kind to her.
“You wouldn’t happen to go by Diva as well or do you have some kind of code name?”
If she had been speaking to anyone else, Diva would have been tempted to give one of her many aliases - She had grown used to shedding one identity for another over the many years of running from the Red Shield. However, Diva knew it was both foolish and pointless to play pretend with a woman who very well could be herself from a different world or time. A different universe, even! Perhaps someone somewhere was playing God and accomplished something new and exciting. The possibilities were plentiful, and the thought thrilled her.
Diva's question didn't need an answer. They both knew what was true.
"I have to say, I didn't expect to meet... myself when I woke up this morning. I'm pretty curious to find out how you found yourself here with me?"
Of all the things that she could have prepared for this one not on her bingo book. Diva was too excited to think of all the answers that led her here— another her maybe with a bright future, even accomplished desires she dreamt of and still did from time to time. She’d gone by many names, taken on different roles— some rich, some poor, preferably rich. Would her doppelgänger laugh if she told her how exactly she stepped into her world or keep playing along?
“I was slightly bored… took a turn into a place I never saw— well, a door. It was opened. At first I thought it was an old cellar then the further I got I kind of felt like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.”
Did she get the reference?
“It’s funny. All I did was walk out an unfamiliar door into your world My Other Self.”
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
What do we have here…? No illusion or daydreaming could have prepared her for this, having a doppelgänger was truly mind blowing or maybe this was one of her dreams—hallucinations— often episodes she had buried in the deeper part of her mind that conjured this mirage. Twilight Zone much. Slowly her lips curved into a candy sweet gesture of its own rather than test to see if this was a clone.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she replied back. Diva couldn’t resist dancing on the balls of her feet. This was truly exciting.
Diva's grin only widened as her mirror image appeared completely at ease despite the strangeness of their encounter. Either she was in the midst of a strange dream or somewhere in the mysterious world, someone had taken her image and cloned it.
The latter thought only served to amuse the young queen, though she didn't put any merit behind the theory. If the other was truly a clone, she was certainly a work of art. Conceitedly, she thought the other Diva was quite beautiful but wondered if they shared the same mind as well.
"My, my," she hummed as she examined the other thoughtfully, a finger tapping lightly against her chin. "Where has the world been hiding such a beauty? What do you call yourself, darling?"
She’s so sweet… if only the other her saw that with very close affirmation, she was neither a clone nor a conjuring. Maybe she did step out of an alternative universe. Could it be this other woman maybe led another life that was not similar to her own? Diva truly had so many questions to ask. She was practically dying to touch her counterpart’s beautiful little face.
“Oh you know,” she drawled waving a hand, “here, there and far between. I should be asking the same of you.” The Queen’s eyes swept the other Queen’s figure up and down. This wasn’t a dream. What good did she do to get a true identical twin more so than her blood twin? The universe really was too kind to her.
“You wouldn’t happen to go by Diva as well or do you have some kind of code name?”
Good evening.
The young queen's gaze sharpened like the point of her rapier as it came upon the other. She had always heard of the term 'like staring into a mirror' but never believed she would ever experience it firsthand. Saya may be her identical twin but even she was easily distinguished from her counterpart, not like the woman who greeted her so casually; they were the same, right down to the hairs from her childhood that she never outgrew.
Her fingers twitched at her side with the sudden need to touch the other's face, to test if it was truly a reflection... or something worse.
True to her own nature, she buried her growing anxiety and hid it behind a vicious smile. Never let anyone see your fear.
"Why, good evening," Diva purred.
What do we have here…? No illusion or daydreaming could have prepared her for this, having a doppelgänger was truly mind blowing or maybe this was one of her dreams—hallucinations— often episodes she had buried in the deeper part of her mind that conjured this mirage. Twilight Zone much. Slowly her lips curved into a candy sweet gesture of its own rather than test to see if this was a clone.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she replied back. Diva couldn’t resist dancing on the balls of her feet. This was truly exciting.
