So tell me, are there any alternate versions of my husband hanging about this place? Given its penchant for... duplication, shall we say- well, one never knows.
Oh well, that's an interesting philosophical question where I'm concerned. What does matter most in the final determination of just who a person is? The mind? The body? The actions?
Well, apparently my Lucy was a bit upset about having to shoot me. You know, tiny bit. My ring worked differently from your me's, so she decided to keep me with her always. Til death do us part and all that.
*grins* I always did think you looked good on me, though not quite like this.
Oh, but surely you know how much fun can be had with the ones you do have, mmm? I should certainly think so, anyway.
[lifts a hand to stroke nails down the side of his- her?- cheek, her expression almost childlike]
I've met myself before, of course- or, versions of myself, anyway, not that any of them could measure up to the real thing- but this... [a little laugh] Oh, this is strange.
Quite probably better than anyone, my darling. You always were so very responsive.
*tilts her face into the caress of Lucy's nails with a very nearly blissful expression, that does feel nice*
Yes, I have gathered a bit of an idea of what some of you are like just from poking about, though you're the first I've actually gotten to meet so far. I feel for you, my darling, suffering the presence of such sad shades of you.
*bright, manic grin* I'm improving! I've gone from 'REALLY WEIRD' to 'little bit odd' to just 'strange'. I'll be downright normal at this rate.
[nails trailing lightly just under her cheekbone, unconsciously going to that place she knows feels good on her own body- absent, almost like it's an instinct. And certainly better, at any rate, than thinking too deeply about what she's doing]
Pretty little socialites and broken dolls; or worse, righteous fools who killed you because they... 'came to their senses' at the end of that year. Only a few I've met have actually been anything like me.
[laughs]
Oh, Harry, you could never be normal.
[a slight, confused, pause]
Do I still even call you Harry? You're certainly not Lucy, even if it is my body you're wearing...
*moves a bit closer and slides an arm around Lucy's waist in a familiar gesture, though it's a bit off due to the difference in height and body shape*
Terrible. 'Came to their senses'? What utter rot. I like to think marrying me was the best decision you ever made. *leans in to whisper in her ear, tone soft and intimate* Did we kill your parents in your world, too? I hope so. It was such a wonderful bonding experience for my Lucy and I. She did hate them so.
You do say the sweetest things, darling. You can call me whatever you're most comfortable with. I might decide to play at being Lucy with a few people, but you would never be one of them.
[It's strange, being held by someone your physical double, but Lucy relaxes into it after a moment. It's even stranger, hearing that tone- one she knows so very well how to use herself, turned on her, but she smiles distantly at the memory]
Mother, yes, and Sandra. My father in my world was the only member of my family I didn't hate. But ooh, that was a good night. [a breathy little laugh] Killed Sandra first; I did, slit her throat with a steak knife, and then you fucked me over the dining room table, made Mother watch.
Good times, good times. I always liked you in red, it really is your color. And you are just absolutely breathtaking when you kill. *runs her thumb over Lucy's lower lip gently, smiling*
Thank you, my dear, my ego always loves a good stroking.
*makes a face, tilting her head slightly* I know, and it's not all beer and skittles for me, either. I find I quite miss being male, but I can make do. I pride myself on my adaptability.
Dear Lucy, you're looking absolutely ravishing today.
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*grins* I always did think you looked good on me, though not quite like this.
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You're- I'm sorry, you're me? Or... wearing my body, at least.
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Yes, wearing your body. My Lucy is still in here, but she's fairly content to just sit back and watch the show.
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[lifts a hand to stroke nails down the side of his- her?- cheek, her expression almost childlike]
I've met myself before, of course- or, versions of myself, anyway, not that any of them could measure up to the real thing- but this... [a little laugh] Oh, this is strange.
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*tilts her face into the caress of Lucy's nails with a very nearly blissful expression, that does feel nice*
Yes, I have gathered a bit of an idea of what some of you are like just from poking about, though you're the first I've actually gotten to meet so far. I feel for you, my darling, suffering the presence of such sad shades of you.
*bright, manic grin* I'm improving! I've gone from 'REALLY WEIRD' to 'little bit odd' to just 'strange'. I'll be downright normal at this rate.
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Pretty little socialites and broken dolls; or worse, righteous fools who killed you because they... 'came to their senses' at the end of that year. Only a few I've met have actually been anything like me.
[laughs]
Oh, Harry, you could never be normal.
[a slight, confused, pause]
Do I still even call you Harry? You're certainly not Lucy, even if it is my body you're wearing...
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Terrible. 'Came to their senses'? What utter rot. I like to think marrying me was the best decision you ever made. *leans in to whisper in her ear, tone soft and intimate* Did we kill your parents in your world, too? I hope so. It was such a wonderful bonding experience for my Lucy and I. She did hate them so.
You do say the sweetest things, darling. You can call me whatever you're most comfortable with. I might decide to play at being Lucy with a few people, but you would never be one of them.
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Mother, yes, and Sandra. My father in my world was the only member of my family I didn't hate. But ooh, that was a good night. [a breathy little laugh] Killed Sandra first; I did, slit her throat with a steak knife, and then you fucked me over the dining room table, made Mother watch.
[her eyes drift shut for a moment]
You killed her as well after that, of course.
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Positively irresistible.
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As, I suppose, you must be now.
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Oh, you know you were, darling; certainly I find myself, hmm, unable to resist you often enough. You must forgive me; this is still a little... odd.
[her hand flutters lightly down over the Master's arm, indicating his general state of... Lucy-ness]
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*makes a face, tilting her head slightly* I know, and it's not all beer and skittles for me, either. I find I quite miss being male, but I can make do. I pride myself on my adaptability.
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[strokes brief fingertips over the ring she wears]
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