calypso
fairest
I cannot exist without you, however much I despise you.
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Stop talking.
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I never asked to be fused with Adora. I don't think she wanted it either. I heard her hair used to be ginger, and she had the most freckles that anyone had ever seen. Now her skin is pitch black, and you can't even see where her face becomes her hair. Only her eyes glow white, but I think that's because of me. Her hands, too. It's just a reminder that I'm there, and she hates it. I have everything she wants. I have a face, I still have something unique about myself.
She has nothing but me. It must be miserable. Whenever she's in control, all I feel is anguish. It comes in waves, and it makes me choke. She can't remember who she was, and it tears her apart. But I hate her still.
She's the reason I have to exist now. I used to be normal too. But they messed up on her, and now she's unstable. She can't live without me, or everything will be ruined. And now, I can't live without her. I hate them all.
I hate them. -
Can't you just leave me be?
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Sera and Adora is a new character I'm working on! I'm still fleshing out the details, but they're technically a two for one package. Adora is the girl who's pitch black like the night, while Sera is the white angelic beacon. They both control one body, and the appearance depends on who's in control. I'm thinking they're some sort of failed lab experiment-- Or Adora is, at least. They brought in Sera to make sure Adora doesn't destroy everything or become completely unstable. Now they can't survive without each other. If you have any feedback, let me know!
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Why us?
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Why do I deserve this? Was I a bad person in the past? I can't remember, but surely nothing could warrant this. Sera always says it isn't my fault, and that I should just put up with it.
She makes me hate it all even more. Everything about her is perfect. When she takes control, everything is right. Her hair glows like an angel, glowing white and amazing everyone. They don't see the black spindles up her back, a painful reminder that I still exist. They're only glad that I'm gone. I'm everything they resent.
Failure.
I was a failure to them.
But they'll pay. They'll all pay one day. And when I finally wrench Sera away from me, she'll pay too. Perfection can only go so far in life.