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What She Means to Me
Tweedle Dee x Alice x Tweedle Dum
She reminded them of ignited hand grenades and the smell of fresh gunpowder.
Except that she never killed anyone.
But she left so many different scars, the kind that were both beautiful and painful, yet so very interesting and new. Her reprimands cut sharper than any knife they had in their vast collection, and her eyes pierced deeper than any bullet from their wide assortment of modified guns.
They never cared so much about one person's opinion before, never desired someone's approval so much before. It usually was the opposite. The world catered to their own whims and was their personal playground, theirs to destroy and maim however they saw fit, or at least however their Boss allowed them to. It was a harsh world, one full of blood and broken bones, but it was their world all the same, and in their own twisted way they cherished it.
Her arrival created a new kind of world. A world that could be both gentle as it was cruel, one that could offer them a warm, firm hand to grasp hold of instead of one they'd cut off. She was someone they wanted to protect rather than kill off, and they desired nothing more than to keep her all to themselves.
She was a gentle kind of chaos, a new kind of injury. The Bloody Twins craved nothing more than to break and be broken by this wonderfully terrible new force of nature.
A/N: in which I attempt to explore another facet of the Bloody Twins.
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