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is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[So not, say, the fact that the young man looks exactly like her. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool no doubt no douuuubt.]

I don't typically share them at all. And if I do, I like to know who sees what.

[look we are BUILDING to that]

Are you concerned that I would say something unusual about it?

I'm concerned about anything that might be seen as sentimental, even here.

Especially here.

I have not spoken a word about it to anyone, in any case.

I would also presume his likeness is an accurate one?

More or less. I find his expression difficult, but the likeness is more or less the same, yes. He has more of a sense of humor than I do; I always draw him too dour.

The two of you look remarkably similar.

So I've been told. Though I tend to see our differences more than our similarities.

I suppose you did say he was less temperamental.

The man I was contracted with before his disappearance -- he was the one that gave me the capsules to replicate and synthesize blood. He went by D. Whatever it stood for, I could not tell you.

But what I can tell you is this: he was much like me. Half-human, half-vampire. A human mother, a vampire father. How odd it is to know that we share a father, yet at the same time do not, for they are still different men, yet one in the same. All so many versions of Dracula across realities and possibilities. Some more capable of compassion, others so wretchedly cruel.

Yet, I could not say that our bond was particularly familial. More that I knew no one else could quite understand me as D could. There are some I love dearly, some so deeply that it can be terrifying, but then there was him. Knowing my sorrow as I did, knowing what I wanted before I could articulate it well.

I would argue between the two of us, I was the more emotional one. Though I suppose that could not surprise you, could it?

[There's a fair bit of quiet on her end after that.]

No. Not particularly surprised, no.

It is different, isn't it? When you've someone who knows you so well. So much so that you barely need to speak before they know what it is you're speaking. The thing I was before-- a ghost, or a god, or whatever you may want to call it-- I can't describe how interlinked our thoughts were.

Even before that, though . . . our home was the only place I felt truly safe. Unguarded. He felt what I did, and knew what I thought. There was none other I trusted with my weaknesses or my feelings. And afterwards--

We were almost one.

My point being: it's almost an end to loneliness, isn't it?

And all the more devastating when it ends.

For me, I feel almost foolish. I have someone I love here. Someone I would die for, easily. But with D, it was different. It always will be.

I think you're right, that I felt like I was never alone with him.

In any case, I hope you reunite with your other half. I have, at least, a fraction of knowing what you feel.

I don't see why that's foolish. Unwise, perhaps, in that it leaves you vulnerable, but you aren't the first person with a heart torn in two.

A fair point. I think about it a bit too much, perhaps.

I hardly see how you can help it.

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