[ awkward... he glances away again when he notices and half-considers giving her his coat, but it'd probably be better to just try and ignore it. She didn't really care, obviously, so he shouldn't, either. With a small nod, he moves to take the seat beside her.
Not too long ago, he probably would have been pretty scared to be sitting here with a vampire in her lair, but, again, he finds that he's not worried. The knowledge of what she's capable is still there, but the fear that she'll use that power on him isn't. ]
My, you've certainly decorated this place... [ His gaze lingers on the scenery for another moment before turning to her. ] ... Anyways... What's on your mind, Diva?
[ She seems like she's about to enthusiastically talk about her decorating choices, but sputters slightly when he asks the question. For asking him to come talk to her, she's awfully awkward and hesitant to talk about it, apparently. After her half-start, she sighs, her shoulders sinking, and Diva just turns her eyes to her lap instead. ]
Hey, Garry...
[ How could she even start? Actually, what had she even really wanted to say? Now that he's sitting next to her, she's having difficulty thinking of it, because she's such a straight-forward person. But she knows by now that she can't just demand that he not see her sister. ]
Did— Did I ever tell you about my sister? I don't quite remember.
[ oops. Maybe he should have made some small talk for a while first - he doesn't think he's seen her acting like this since the time her abilities disappeared. Something really bad must have happened; there's a rather anxious-looking expression on his face as she starts.
And then she mentions the sister. Ah, yes, that... ]
Oh... No, you didn't, but I ran into her the other day. I didn't know you had any family! [ were the mood different, he might comment on how nice it must be to have siblings (ha) or how they looked so identical, but he's getting the feeling that Diva's not too thrilled about her appearance. Then again, judging by what he's heard of Diva's past circumstances, he assumes her family life is probably none too normal... ]
[ For a moment, she turns her gaze sharply towards Garry, looking angry, of all things, as if he had done something terribly wrong. It's just her immediate, fearful reaction, because though she could pretend otherwise, sometimes the fact that the people she had interacted with almost exclusively in her life were her Chevalier shown through. She's afraid, because Saya would—
But she catches herself from snapping at him. The angry expression changes into a grimace, like she's pained at forcing it away. ]
[ Diva takes a deep breath, and the emotion she had shown disappears, all at once. Her voice and expression are now cool and distant, and she looks away from Garry, like it's not a big deal. There was a lot to say for her relationship with Saya, and she's fairly sure she would. But the complexity of it could be summed up rather easily by one simple fact. ]
[ that moment of anger is all it takes for Garry to remember how he used to feel around her, and he briefly believes that he's made a massive error in judgement. He doesn't even know what he said wrong - but that's part of the problem, isn't it? Garry flinches away from her in fear.
When she speaks again, of course, the reason for her being upset is obvious, but her tone is still unusual, and his heartrate is still elevated. It was useless. He was never going to be able to feel completely at ease around someone this dangerous and unpredictable...
... but he did care about her, perhaps unfortunately, and he was here to listen. His brow furrows. ]
... That woman killed you...? [ she'd seemed relatively relaxed - but at the same time, she'd also been toting a katana. ] Oh, Diva...
[ When she sees that fear, her eyes immediately drift downward as if she's embarrassed at it, but her expression reads as more troubled than embarrassed. When he responds, she hears it as disbelief, maybe because that's the story she's already built up for herself. Her head dips further so that her hair obscures her face, but Garry will be able to see how her hands clench tightly in her lap, almost trembling. It won't do well to dispel the idea that she's angry, since this could all be read as a deep fury too, but that's not it.
She's scared. She's so scared that she wants to cry, because in this scenario that she's seen played out before her over and over again, she'll lose. Saya is the "good" sister, so of course anyone would pick her over Diva. That's the way that it's always been, and she's so afraid that that's how it'll be here.
There's a tense silence, but when Diva speaks up, her voice is so delicate and fragile, because she's already jumped way ahead in her conclusions. ]
[ those words, that voice - nothing he'd heard or expected to hear from her before. Of course, he knows that she's unstable inside at this point, but he didn't think she'd ever show him such vulnerability. There had been that point before, again, when she'd turned human and had seemed to depend on him; however, this was different from back then. This was more real. ]
W... What are you talking about?
[ the fright in his expression has dissipated into concern. Because now he doesn't think that anger from before was directed at him. Not really. She was upset about something else - that something else being losing him. If he'd doubted that she really saw him as a friend before - that she really did like him - he couldn't now. Garry leans forward, head down towards her, and reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder. ]
Why would I do that...? You're my friend, Diva.
[ was it because of the fear he'd just shown...? ]
[ She doesn't meet his eyes, and looks in the exact other direction, but the mask she usually wears is faltering now. Diva definitely has an expression like she's about to cry, but her eyes are completely dry and not glassy at all. It might clue Garry into the fact that she almost can't cry anymore. But there's a sad, vulnerable gesture to replace it as she reaches out for him, not to take his hand, but to grip the sleeve of his coat securely, almost possessively. ]
Don't pick sister over me.
[ Her voice is heavy and thick with emotion when she says something so simple, because it's a fear she's never expressed before. She's scared, and scared of being alone, and it's very clear in her tone. ]
Obviously, Garry doesn't know the whole story. He knows that they're twin sisters, which means Saya is probably a Chiropteran, too, and he knows that she killed Diva. That means they're also enemies... maybe. It had to be complicated - much more complicated than he currently understood. That's why Diva was getting this upset over her arrival and even her interacting with him.
But it didn't really matter here - in the simplest view of the situation, his friend was worried that he was going to pass over her for a new friend. And Garry had certainly been in her position in this sort of arrangement before. Hearing her speak with that frightened tone of voice - it really does hurt. ]
I won't. [ he squeezes her shoulder, looking her in the eyes seriously. ] Don't worry about something like that - friends aren't replaceable.
[ She turns slightly to look at him, but seeing that seriously look in his eyes, she moves quickly. To poor Garry, it's probably frightening, combined with her erratic behavior so far, as if she might just kill him in a moment of insanity. But it's clear after a moment of that fright passes that it's anything but.
Diva is hugging Garry tightly, desperately, much more like a scared, lost child than a cold and composed Queen of the vampires. Whatever history was between Diva and her sister was clearly enough to truly unnerve Diva and for her to really believe that Garry would abandon her. She doesn't say anything right away, just buries her head into Garry's shoulder. ]
[ any time she makes a sudden movement at him, it's going to provoke a little spike in his pulse, to be sure - he knows just how fast she could kill him, if she felt like it. But he's only worried for his own safety for a moment; the arms around him aren't trying to crush his bones, and the face on his shoulder wasn't going for his neck. She was hugging him, tightly, and that surprises him almost as much.
In a way, it's gratifying to know he wasn't just being naive - there really was a sad, broken girl inside that vampire somewhere - but that reality isn't anything worth celebrating. Garry's frozen for a moment, caught off-guard by this obvious display of weakness and attachment to a human like himself, but... She'd been there for him a few weeks ago, and he'd do the same for her. They're friends. They're definitely friends. He's got to believe it now, even if she's scary and unpredictable and everything else. Gently, a little hesitantly, he embraces her. ]
[ Diva feels like, in part, she might be being naive too. It's really an irrational worry when it comes to someone like Garry, but she's had all the worst lessons taught to her in her life. People were fickle and untrustworthy, but... She really wants to believe otherwise. It's shown in how she clings to Garry, and how she relaxes when he gives his promise. She doesn't pull away from the hug, but she answers the unspoken question, even if it's muffled because she's talking into his shoulder. ]
Saya is... Saya is the one that's been happy. And Saya always takes away mine, because she's too stupid to realize it. Sister is the good one, so everyone loves her. [ "but never me" isn't said, yet it's plainly apparent in how bitterly she says it. ]
[ it's nice, knowing you're important to someone, and even if that someone was currently a morally gray vampire, he can't help but feel a little happy about it deep inside. But Diva is clearly in a bad place, so he'll concentrate on that - easier now that he's fairly confident she's not going to lash out at him. Some of the tenseness eases out of the gesture, and he holds her closer.
He's got a million questions about all of this, of course, but he doesn't want to push her on them too hard. ]
The good one...? [ he keeps his voice soft. ] Isn't she a Chiropteran, like you?
[ Diva nods, composing herself enough to draw back from the hug. She remembers now that she hadn't told Garry anything about Saya, had she? He knew about the tower, but... Not how she had left it. And not anything that happened after. ]
Saya is the one that got to live happily. Saya is the one that's always been the lucky one and never had to feel any real difficulty in her life. Because when Joel found Mother, there were twins inside her. One of them was raised as his daughter and given everything a normal girl would be, like a name. The other one was just a test subject, so that girl didn't need a name. I told you, I wasn't named until I'd already been alive for fifty years, right?
[ She bows her head lightly, resting it against Garry's shoulder. It's not an amount of emotion and hurt she might show normally, but with Saya here, she can't help it. Just for this once, she thinks... Just for this once, she'll allow herself to be sad. ]
Saya is the one that named me. My dear sister was the first voice I ever heard that wasn't Joel or Amshel's. She said my voice was beautiful, but I didn't know what that meant, you know. But it was alright, since sister liked to talk, so she just decided that it was sad that I didn't have a name. So I'm the "princess with the fair voice," Diva, just like she said. But even more than that, Saya is the one that let me out of the tower. She found the key and unlocked the door, because she wanted me to come to Joel's birthday party and sing for them.
[ She laughs dully, shaking her head. ] Sister is a stupid girl, though. I killed Joel. Of course I killed him, because he was a monster. It was just supposed to be him, but things got out of hand after that, so it was everyone there. Joel was Saya's father, and she never knew what kind of monster he was, so... It was me, instead. Ever since that day, Saya wanted to kill me, and you know, she did just that.
[ in the end, it seems like he didn't have to push for answers one bit. Diva's never really withheld much from him, so it's not that surprising. On the other hand, her story might be. The more she talks about herself, where she came from, the worse he feels; every new anecdote lends some awful reasoning to her behavior, and he still probably hasn't heard half of it. What he does know is too terrible for him to even fully comprehend - after all, he hasn't even lived 50 years yet. She was tortured and nameless for twice as long as he's been alive - how could he begin to wrap his head around something like that? ]
Diva... [ quiet, melancholy. Her head feels heavy against his shoulder. "Sorry" doesn't exactly cut it. It wasn't right for her to kill all those people - he can't say that in good conscience - but it's hard to say it wasn't justified after what happened to her. There was no easy right answer here. Just like the situation with Mary in the gallery.
But Diva would be the Mary here, wouldn't she? It was an unfair situation.
There's a pang of guilt at that thought. ]
You... You didn't deserve to die. You're not "bad." Anyone who heard what you just told me would say that. [ he picks his words with some uncertainty - it's a thin line between comforting and patronizing - and rests a hand on her shoulder. ] ... Is she going to come after you again?
[ Diva doesn't move at all in response to the hand on her shoulder or his words. There's something dull in her chest to hear him say that she didn't deserve to die, and it almost cracks a small wall around her heart. But it doesn't, so she just stares ahead and answers his question coolly. With how she talks about these things, there's so much distance, as if she were talking about something that had happened to someone else. ]
I don't know. Probably. Saya says that she only exists to kill me, so... She would, wouldn't she?
[ It seems like that's all she'd say to that for a moment, but she adds onto it after a few moments. And compared to that cool tone, this time, her voice is more fragile and more upset. ]
But... I don't care about that. Sister— Sister takes people away from me. She kills them, or they love her more, like with Solomon and Karl, so... [ The crack widens, and her shoulders tremble, just slightly. ] So don't leave me, Garry.
[ She's really worried about that, isn't she? Even more than getting killed again - although that part's not much of a shock. He's come to expect her lack of self-preservation instincts. What is surprising is that she apparently cares this much about him. It's a warm feeling, a little, but also a guilty one. He's been misjudging her. ]
I won't. [ Garry's tone is quiet but firm, and much less uncertain than his previous question. Right now, he means it. There's still a lot he doesn't understand about the situation, about Saya's circumstances, but he knows that he can't just leave Diva alone. ] We're friends - your sister won't change that. And -- even if you don't care if she tries to kill you, I do.
[ a pause. Chances are, this Saya was just as volatile as her twin, if her entire existence revolves around murder, but... ] I'll talk to her.
[ Diva looks up at him as he begins to speak, and for a moment, her expression is difficult and hard to read. It's a strange expression, like she's uncertain what she should be showing on her face, but it's clear why after a moment.
We're friends - your sister won't change that.
It has her bringing her hands up to cover her nose and mouth as a strange hiccuping noise comes out of her mouth before she starts to cry. It's nice, hearing something like that, so it's really out of relief. She's not completely sure if she can believe it, but she wants to, and that's all that matters. It's a crack in her defenses that isn't really much, but behind the walls she's built up is a lifetime of pain, of hurt, and she's never been allowed to express it at all. So when it cracks, she can't help herself. She's relieved, and even if it feels like she might be fooling herself, if Garry is telling the truth, then... He'll be the first one.
It's so sad, though, that in living for almost two centuries, that he's one of the very few people she's given that trust to. All of her pretty masks are forgotten for the moment, because these aren't crocodile tears, but real, ugly, sobbing tears. And she's doubtlessly getting them all over Garry, since she chooses to hide her face by clinging to him. ]
[ She was -- really crying. Maybe she'd been childish sometimes, but she always seemed fairly proud and composed, in her strange way, and, again, he's surprised that she's showing this vulnerable side to him. He misjudged her. He really did. Garry had always half-thought that she was just playing him, but these tears were genuine, though he's not sure what part of what he said provoked them.
It's okay if she's soaking his coat - it's seen worse, and he doesn't mind being a shoulder for someone to cry on. After a moment's pause and confirmation that she was going to stay there, he quietly wraps his arms around her, one hand moving to gently stroke her hair. She seems so strangely small and fragile like this - but that's a part of her, too. ]
[ Later, when Diva takes the time to look back and think about this, she'll think much the same. She had misjudged Garry, but it wasn't because of anything about him personally. Diva had just never received such kindness from a human before, so she had grown cold and hateful towards them as a whole. And yet, here was one holding her and comforting her like only Amshel (and Abel, but he was a special case) had.
It takes her a few minutes to calm her sobbing, but she still hiccups for air. Her face doesn't move either, but that's more because she realized as she calmed down that her face was far from as pretty and composed as she would like it. ]
I— If you're lying to me, I'll kill you...
[ But rather than a real threat, it's said childishly and through those little hiccups. ]
[ For the most part, Garry's quiet as she cries, simply petting her hair and letting her get this out of her system. He half-wonders how long it's been since she's even cried like this, but - he's probably giving himself too much credit. He's not that special.
But being this special was just fine with him - they were even now, considering he'd just done this to her not too long ago. And at her comment, instead of feeling threatened, he just laughs a little bit. ]
I won't. But, you know, I thought that you were lying to me for quite a while.
[ goodness, she looks terrible... it's too bad that the only handkerchiefs on him don't actually belong to him (and also one has blood on it.) ]
Well... everything, I guess... I was worried that you were just being kind to lure me in and eat me, like in the stories. [ he sighs, looking off to the side a bit guiltily. ] ... Sorry. But I don't think that any more.
[ Her surprise stays for a moment, but she looks down bashfully, though she rubs at her eyes as if that were the reason. ]
Ah... You don't really need to apologize for that. [ After all, she did, sometimes. She had hardly tried it or even really thought to in Haven, but. Her face feels a little drier, so she chuckles a little, since she feels silly. Though it very rarely happened, she hated crying in front of others. It wasn't exactly flattering, and yet here Garry was trying to comfort her. It's touching, honestly. She could say a simple thank you, but Diva feels that it doesn't quite express her gratitude as she wants it to. So instead, she leans up a little, just to give Garry a very gentle kiss on his cheek. ]
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Not too long ago, he probably would have been pretty scared to be sitting here with a vampire in her lair, but, again, he finds that he's not worried. The knowledge of what she's capable is still there, but the fear that she'll use that power on him isn't. ]
My, you've certainly decorated this place... [ His gaze lingers on the scenery for another moment before turning to her. ] ... Anyways... What's on your mind, Diva?
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Hey, Garry...
[ How could she even start? Actually, what had she even really wanted to say? Now that he's sitting next to her, she's having difficulty thinking of it, because she's such a straight-forward person. But she knows by now that she can't just demand that he not see her sister. ]
Did— Did I ever tell you about my sister? I don't quite remember.
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And then she mentions the sister. Ah, yes, that... ]
Oh... No, you didn't, but I ran into her the other day. I didn't know you had any family! [ were the mood different, he might comment on how nice it must be to have siblings (ha) or how they looked so identical, but he's getting the feeling that Diva's not too thrilled about her appearance. Then again, judging by what he's heard of Diva's past circumstances, he assumes her family life is probably none too normal... ]
Is it... bad that she's here?
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But she catches herself from snapping at him. The angry expression changes into a grimace, like she's pained at forcing it away. ]
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My dear twin, she's the one that killed me.
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When she speaks again, of course, the reason for her being upset is obvious, but her tone is still unusual, and his heartrate is still elevated. It was useless. He was never going to be able to feel completely at ease around someone this dangerous and unpredictable...
... but he did care about her, perhaps unfortunately, and he was here to listen. His brow furrows. ]
... That woman killed you...? [ she'd seemed relatively relaxed - but at the same time, she'd also been toting a katana. ] Oh, Diva...
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She's scared. She's so scared that she wants to cry, because in this scenario that she's seen played out before her over and over again, she'll lose. Saya is the "good" sister, so of course anyone would pick her over Diva. That's the way that it's always been, and she's so afraid that that's how it'll be here.
There's a tense silence, but when Diva speaks up, her voice is so delicate and fragile, because she's already jumped way ahead in her conclusions. ]
Don't... Don't leave me too, Garry.
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W... What are you talking about?
[ the fright in his expression has dissipated into concern. Because now he doesn't think that anger from before was directed at him. Not really. She was upset about something else - that something else being losing him. If he'd doubted that she really saw him as a friend before - that she really did like him - he couldn't now. Garry leans forward, head down towards her, and reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder. ]
Why would I do that...? You're my friend, Diva.
[ was it because of the fear he'd just shown...? ]
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Don't pick sister over me.
[ Her voice is heavy and thick with emotion when she says something so simple, because it's a fear she's never expressed before. She's scared, and scared of being alone, and it's very clear in her tone. ]
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Obviously, Garry doesn't know the whole story. He knows that they're twin sisters, which means Saya is probably a Chiropteran, too, and he knows that she killed Diva. That means they're also enemies... maybe. It had to be complicated - much more complicated than he currently understood. That's why Diva was getting this upset over her arrival and even her interacting with him.
But it didn't really matter here - in the simplest view of the situation, his friend was worried that he was going to pass over her for a new friend. And Garry had certainly been in her position in this sort of arrangement before. Hearing her speak with that frightened tone of voice - it really does hurt. ]
I won't. [ he squeezes her shoulder, looking her in the eyes seriously. ] Don't worry about something like that - friends aren't replaceable.
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Diva is hugging Garry tightly, desperately, much more like a scared, lost child than a cold and composed Queen of the vampires. Whatever history was between Diva and her sister was clearly enough to truly unnerve Diva and for her to really believe that Garry would abandon her. She doesn't say anything right away, just buries her head into Garry's shoulder. ]
You... You promise, Garry?
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In a way, it's gratifying to know he wasn't just being naive - there really was a sad, broken girl inside that vampire somewhere - but that reality isn't anything worth celebrating. Garry's frozen for a moment, caught off-guard by this obvious display of weakness and attachment to a human like himself, but... She'd been there for him a few weeks ago, and he'd do the same for her. They're friends. They're definitely friends. He's got to believe it now, even if she's scary and unpredictable and everything else. Gently, a little hesitantly, he embraces her. ]
... Yes, I promise. It's okay.
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Saya is... Saya is the one that's been happy. And Saya always takes away mine, because she's too stupid to realize it. Sister is the good one, so everyone loves her. [ "but never me" isn't said, yet it's plainly apparent in how bitterly she says it. ]
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He's got a million questions about all of this, of course, but he doesn't want to push her on them too hard. ]
The good one...? [ he keeps his voice soft. ] Isn't she a Chiropteran, like you?
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Saya is the one that got to live happily. Saya is the one that's always been the lucky one and never had to feel any real difficulty in her life. Because when Joel found Mother, there were twins inside her. One of them was raised as his daughter and given everything a normal girl would be, like a name. The other one was just a test subject, so that girl didn't need a name. I told you, I wasn't named until I'd already been alive for fifty years, right?
[ She bows her head lightly, resting it against Garry's shoulder. It's not an amount of emotion and hurt she might show normally, but with Saya here, she can't help it. Just for this once, she thinks... Just for this once, she'll allow herself to be sad. ]
Saya is the one that named me. My dear sister was the first voice I ever heard that wasn't Joel or Amshel's. She said my voice was beautiful, but I didn't know what that meant, you know. But it was alright, since sister liked to talk, so she just decided that it was sad that I didn't have a name. So I'm the "princess with the fair voice," Diva, just like she said. But even more than that, Saya is the one that let me out of the tower. She found the key and unlocked the door, because she wanted me to come to Joel's birthday party and sing for them.
[ She laughs dully, shaking her head. ] Sister is a stupid girl, though. I killed Joel. Of course I killed him, because he was a monster. It was just supposed to be him, but things got out of hand after that, so it was everyone there. Joel was Saya's father, and she never knew what kind of monster he was, so... It was me, instead. Ever since that day, Saya wanted to kill me, and you know, she did just that.
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Diva... [ quiet, melancholy. Her head feels heavy against his shoulder. "Sorry" doesn't exactly cut it. It wasn't right for her to kill all those people - he can't say that in good conscience - but it's hard to say it wasn't justified after what happened to her. There was no easy right answer here. Just like the situation with Mary in the gallery.
But Diva would be the Mary here, wouldn't she? It was an unfair situation.
There's a pang of guilt at that thought. ]
You... You didn't deserve to die. You're not "bad." Anyone who heard what you just told me would say that. [ he picks his words with some uncertainty - it's a thin line between comforting and patronizing - and rests a hand on her shoulder. ] ... Is she going to come after you again?
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I don't know. Probably. Saya says that she only exists to kill me, so... She would, wouldn't she?
[ It seems like that's all she'd say to that for a moment, but she adds onto it after a few moments. And compared to that cool tone, this time, her voice is more fragile and more upset. ]
But... I don't care about that. Sister— Sister takes people away from me. She kills them, or they love her more, like with Solomon and Karl, so... [ The crack widens, and her shoulders tremble, just slightly. ] So don't leave me, Garry.
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I won't. [ Garry's tone is quiet but firm, and much less uncertain than his previous question. Right now, he means it. There's still a lot he doesn't understand about the situation, about Saya's circumstances, but he knows that he can't just leave Diva alone. ] We're friends - your sister won't change that. And -- even if you don't care if she tries to kill you, I do.
[ a pause. Chances are, this Saya was just as volatile as her twin, if her entire existence revolves around murder, but... ] I'll talk to her.
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We're friends - your sister won't change that.
It has her bringing her hands up to cover her nose and mouth as a strange hiccuping noise comes out of her mouth before she starts to cry. It's nice, hearing something like that, so it's really out of relief. She's not completely sure if she can believe it, but she wants to, and that's all that matters. It's a crack in her defenses that isn't really much, but behind the walls she's built up is a lifetime of pain, of hurt, and she's never been allowed to express it at all. So when it cracks, she can't help herself. She's relieved, and even if it feels like she might be fooling herself, if Garry is telling the truth, then... He'll be the first one.
It's so sad, though, that in living for almost two centuries, that he's one of the very few people she's given that trust to. All of her pretty masks are forgotten for the moment, because these aren't crocodile tears, but real, ugly, sobbing tears. And she's doubtlessly getting them all over Garry, since she chooses to hide her face by clinging to him. ]
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[ She was -- really crying. Maybe she'd been childish sometimes, but she always seemed fairly proud and composed, in her strange way, and, again, he's surprised that she's showing this vulnerable side to him. He misjudged her. He really did. Garry had always half-thought that she was just playing him, but these tears were genuine, though he's not sure what part of what he said provoked them.
It's okay if she's soaking his coat - it's seen worse, and he doesn't mind being a shoulder for someone to cry on. After a moment's pause and confirmation that she was going to stay there, he quietly wraps his arms around her, one hand moving to gently stroke her hair. She seems so strangely small and fragile like this - but that's a part of her, too. ]
There, there... Don't cry. It'll be all right.
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It takes her a few minutes to calm her sobbing, but she still hiccups for air. Her face doesn't move either, but that's more because she realized as she calmed down that her face was far from as pretty and composed as she would like it. ]
I— If you're lying to me, I'll kill you...
[ But rather than a real threat, it's said childishly and through those little hiccups. ]
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But being this special was just fine with him - they were even now, considering he'd just done this to her not too long ago. And at her comment, instead of feeling threatened, he just laughs a little bit. ]
I won't. But, you know, I thought that you were lying to me for quite a while.
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Me? About what?
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Well... everything, I guess... I was worried that you were just being kind to lure me in and eat me, like in the stories. [ he sighs, looking off to the side a bit guiltily. ] ... Sorry. But I don't think that any more.
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Ah... You don't really need to apologize for that. [ After all, she did, sometimes. She had hardly tried it or even really thought to in Haven, but. Her face feels a little drier, so she chuckles a little, since she feels silly. Though it very rarely happened, she hated crying in front of others. It wasn't exactly flattering, and yet here Garry was trying to comfort her. It's touching, honestly. She could say a simple thank you, but Diva feels that it doesn't quite express her gratitude as she wants it to. So instead, she leans up a little, just to give Garry a very gentle kiss on his cheek. ]
Thank you.
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