[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/399959.html?thread=32134231#t32134231)]
The more her world began to crack and crumble around her, the less afraid of the dark the Queen became, though she was never what one would call ‘afraid’. Fear was for mortals. For humans who lived in happiness and died fearing death. Diva was merely… something. She hadn’t experienced this exact mix of emotions, and so did not know what to call it or how to describe.
Impossible. Just like it was impossible for the causes of such emotions to exist. Her second imprisonment, the theft of her babies, the failure to create a Chevalier. Those things didn’t happen to her. And now that they had, Diva didn’t know how to be.
There was something she could do, though. There always was.
Diva passed into the main corridor, looking down to see the beam of a flashlight sweep across her waist. No pants again. The light made her thighs look a strange color.
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The more her world began to crack and crumble around her, the less afraid of the dark the Queen became, though she was never what one would call ‘afraid’. Fear was for mortals. For humans who lived in happiness and died fearing death. Diva was merely… something. She hadn’t experienced this exact mix of emotions, and so did not know what to call it or how to describe.
Impossible. Just like it was impossible for the causes of such emotions to exist. Her second imprisonment, the theft of her babies, the failure to create a Chevalier. Those things didn’t happen to her. And now that they had, Diva didn’t know how to be.
There was something she could do, though. There always was.
Diva passed into the main corridor, looking down to see the beam of a flashlight sweep across her waist. No pants again. The light made her thighs look a strange color.