#ic;clara

[carminelegacy]

❓+ have you ever felt overshadowed by your sister? (for clara)

the 'yes or no' game

The phrasing of the question immediately irritated her.

It suggested that there was a ranking between the sisters, like one could rise above the other in the eyes of their mother or the general populace, could become more than her sister, and thus leave the other's accomplishments unnoticed in time---shadowed, to match their phrasing. That it could be asked at all suggested an unspoken competition between the two and that she, the younger, was more likely to be ignored in favor of her sister.

But they asked, and she had no choice but to answer.

She never looked at Odette that way, never wanted to. They were sisters, partners, one she could trust most with any concern. They both excelled and shone in their own way and Clara.

But the problem was, no matter how much she didn't want to compare herself to her sister or her accomplishments and knew she was impressive of her own accord... she couldn't help it.

Though Odette always struggled on Earth and in Hell with appearing to be Carmilla's daughter (an utterly stupid concept, in her opinion), she certainly behaved as such, much better than Clara did. Clara was always the outspoken and outgoing daughter, getting into mischief whenever she could, if for no other reason to ensure her sister was safe and she disappointed their father. Time and again she had heard potential suitors bemoan wanting her looks in their heirs, but everything else of Odette. It made her feel as though she was nothing more than something to look at, and nothing of hers could ever compare no matter how she tried.

Even in Hell now, the only thing she truly excelled over her sister at was athleticism, and even that she could not fully claim as her own, for Odette had commendable prowess in everything she did, just short of her skill.

With such an impressive sister beside her, glowing with her capabilities, how could she not feel lesser?

And so, with a low growl hiding beneath her tone, she replied, "yes."

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❓+ are you afraid of becoming like your mother? (you pick)

"No."

The concept was utterly ridiculous to both Carmine daughters and the incredulity at it shone in their voices as much as their expressions.

Carmilla was and had always been a model to them, someone they looked to for guidance and support when uncertainty or hesitance struck. Even when she seemed unsure of the next wise move, her calmness under pressure and the confidence with which she stuck to her next decision was awe-inspiring, at the very least. She was a woman confident in her existence and status, someone whose determination was to be admired, not judged.

Yes, Carmilla had made her own collection of mistakes over the centuries of their souls' existences, had paid the most severe toll for some of them, but was that not a reminder that they were human? That they were fallible? Was that not a good thing to strive for in a realm where one's humanity became harder and harder to locate?

And sure, while no one would desire to be exactly like their parent, both of them had plenty of little quirks that maintained their individuality, so that wasn't a possibility anyway.

Even if it was, to be considered like Carmilla was nothing close to a concern for them. Hell, were someone to charge them with such would fill both of them with pride.

So for someone to hint that becoming reminiscent of their mother was a bad thing was an insult both to themselves and the woman they both held dear, a misconception they would gladly correct, if the requestor was actually worth that time and effort.

No, they would much rather dedicate that time to someone who deserved it.

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  @anviled

 A small whimper escaped Clara as she blinked awake, the darkness of her room greeting her with loneliness and perceived danger hidden in any of the corners. Wide, glowing eyes scrutinized each portion, examining as far and thoroughly as they could without forcing the rest of her to move as she ensured there was no being or danger concealed within. Her breathing remained short and ragged, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, both increasing with her anxiety despite her surroundings proving no danger. As she struggled to convince herself she was safe despite her body warning her otherwise, it became clear that there would be no other method to calm short of sitting up for closer examination of everything around her, even if her body begged her to stay the desire.    Alas, Clara knew well that she could not calm until she sat up and, as she rolled on her side to do so, a sharp gasp of pain was coerced from her, followed by a groan as she urged herself upright.    Her shoulder and leg were on fire, the main emanating from the two pinpoint locations and spreading through her entire body, leaving her trembling and tears pricking at her eyes.    Why? Why now after almost two years since that memory last struck? Normally there was something to trigger it, something to spark her anxiety over her family's safety, but she couldn't think of a single thing. Her family was fine this time, weren't they, so why did her subconscious warn her otherwise?    As she bit her lip against crying out at the pain and waking anyone in the house, Clara slowly forced herself to stand, a steadying hand clinging to her bedpost to keep her upright. No matter the trigger, only one thing would calm her enough to make the pain fade and allow her to sleep: she had to get to Ofe, to feel her heartbeat and steady breathing rhythm and have the physical reassurance that she was okay and still there for Clara to protect.     Stumbling out of her room and down the long, familiar path of the hall, Clara struggled to remain quiet. For a reason she could neither understand or focus enough to ponder, this particular instance of the memory hurt more than ever before and was forcing her balance incredibly unsteady. So unsteady, in fact, that Clara lost her footing upon the edge of the rug, tripping and only barely catching herself on the small nearby table, sending the vase upon it to the floor to shatter into irreparable pieces.     Shit. Zestial got her mother that, there was no way she was going to hide this one.     Clara didn't have time to ponder how she was going to clean this up (let alone explain it) with her body throbbing in pain as it was, for she heard rapid footsteps approaching her.    No. Their home was safe or was supposed to be! No one could just waltz in without their permission, someone unknown shouldn't be there, especially not in the middle of the night, and she would not allow them any closer to her family's rooms.    Despite the fear shooting up her spine and the pain trying to coerce her toward remaining motionless, Clara forced herself to move as quickly as it would allow to grab one of the larger shards of pottery and turn toward the advancing danger, ignoring how the sharp edges pressed into her skin, ready to cut her with any wrong move. For the first time since she woke up, it didn't matter that the pain was near blinding and the only resolution was her sister's presence, she would protect her family.    “Whoever you are, you better leave while you still can. My mom's not the only deadly Carmine.”

[carminelegacy]

❓+ do you think you would survive a horror movie? (both)

"YE--"

"No."

[carminelegacy]

            How Many People are Simping You?

"What the hell!?"

"Fascinating."