A/N: The musings of a sixteen year old girl, as such. The rating is primarily due to some masochism that will come with the next couple of chapters. Honestly, I can't see them having any other kind relationship in the beginning. Doppelganger is emotionless, injured Lara is stubborn and frustrated… w
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Emotions. Such worthless things. Petty, idiotic, human. There was something disgustingly charming in the innocence of expression, something distinctively human in its nature; it was this conclusion that had drawn the woman to her other, her sister, her mother, the one who had free her from her indentured servitude.
But, without the thrill of the orders and the tinge of satisfaction of success, there was little she possessed of her own; the doppelganger knew not how to function in solitude. She felt no happiness, thus there was no true relish in her freedom. Anger was an emotion she felt the most often, although even this took a considerable amount of effort to comprehend as it came in sudden waves every so often, as violent and enigmatic as a tempestuous sea. Joy, fear, content, hatred, rage, sadness; nearly all were completely alien to her. Her body was beginning to feel like an empty, echoing husk, hollow and slightly cracked.
The woman scoffed at her train of thought and dug her nails into her palm with inhuman strength, easily tearing past the soft flesh and burrowing into the muscle with a startling lack of sensitivity. The pain was almost enough to distract her.
Almost.
"What a headache," she growled to the wind, tawny eyes glowing like unnatural stars against the darkness of night. She needed a distraction. Her left hand twitched slightly, a nerve response she often had in times of annoyance or bored frustration. She needed to hit something, needed to feel the air tumble out of a broken trachea, needed to savor the sensation of fragile mortal bones crunch and snap between her fingers. The thought of the stickiness of blood on her hands made her shiver slightly with delight, a feeling she had learned to harness in times of bloodlust. A smile pulled at one edge of her lips.
A shadow dashed fleetingly across the nightscape in that moment as the doppelganger took to the direction of the wind. Perhaps she could find her amusement with that woman.
Lara, oh what fun we could have.
