#semona

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My feral queen, my everything

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I bought a sketch book just to answer this ask

Semona shows you all her toothy non-frill glory

Edit: the ask is just "teef"

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"Gonna keep up, Seba? 'Cause I won't sit around waiting for your ass to catch up if you fall behind."

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"Why?!"

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"So, a challenge?" "Yes, a challenge. Now face me!"

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I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

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For better or for worse, he truly did grow into a spitting image of his father.

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Before his death and before Simona realized as much, Seba sired a child with her. Upon noticing herself to be pregnant (and after recovering from the ensuing breakdown), she made her way to the Crystarium and settled there to raise the child, becoming a baker to support them both.

A baker. Her younger self would have laughed at the mere suggestion she would ever make a living doing something as mundane and boring–

But her younger self hadn't lost the way she had. Her younger self had had a fire she could no longer claim to possess, and wasn't it better to do something low-risk for a living when she now had the last remainder of Seba to raise, anyway?

If only they didn't look so much like their father, maybe then it would be easier to look at them without the guilt of her failure threatening to crush her every time.