#00.02 Diego Hargreeves 🔪 The Kraken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
deadlycurves) wrote in f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
deadlycurves) wrote in f20202020-09-08 07:05 am
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If she tries to see it through the eyes of the girl who at eighteen was biting at every cuff and collar except Luther -- the only single reason in the world she would standstill when she'd hated everything about her father for almost six years at that point -- none of this is glamorous. There're no bright lights. No fame. No vision of being recognized and getting awards.
But that girl wouldn't see what she sees either. She can still remember the day the leaning floorboards got put in, all of her brothers laughing and doing it, while Claire kept trying to steal and test taste the nails for them. The way the dinner successively fell into having more extended hours. Having people underfoot stopped being a chore and started being a comfort that meant no one had to do anything truly alone.
"I hope so." It slides out of her mouth after a few seconds, lost in between the two. "I think I like this version of me better than any of the ones I spent forever trying to convince myself I could become." A small pause, barely half a second, and her mouth tips a little crooked. "Besides, I may be just a little preferential to the things it gave me, and all of us, back, that we might never have gotten before."
If she means the family, and she does, it's also incredibly clear from her smile and the way she's looking at him, that she very much means him, too. Having a life where he got to be back in it. That was better than glamour ever could have been.