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Aphrodite, Pluto and Morpheus :)
God/Goddess Asks X
Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?
Laura likes to think that she is fundamentally a good person. She has never done anything to think otherwise at least. She’s caring, a devoted daughter and a loving sister… She prefers not to think of herself too much. She finds self-dwelling to be rather uncomfortable and if not a tad bit self-absorbing.
Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?
The only concept of an afterlife that has been imposed on her from an impressionable age has been of Heaven and Hell. The priest would preach of finding eternal glory and peace should we do God’s will and mold ourselves to be the perfect man or woman in order to transcend into this divine existence and be one with Him. However, Laura doesn’t believe in any pearly gates or winged angels guiding her through paradise. Instead she finds comfort in hoping that she would be reunited by those she loved in the places that she had always held dear to her heart.
Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?
Nothing pleases her more than drifting away from the monotonous rituals of everyday life inside the manor. Escaping from the dark and dreary walls to fields rich in golden sunflowers. Delicate fingers brushing against long stalks while she runs through the crowd as they stand to attention in the sun, black hair being whipped to and fro in the breeze. It is here that she can be truly free, and the only thing that makes it better is the ringing of laughter from a blonde boy chasing her.
/pokes nose. stalk.