Post by diana eoina bainbridge on Mar 28, 2024 0:50:22 GMT -7
sparkle like bowie
in the morning sun
Diana watched as the color in Cara’s face shifted as quickly as her hair and eyes often did, which at this point had turned to a soft turquoise. Diana was properly confused. And then it began to click, slowly, but it did: DarksideOfDiagon. Writing. Historical figures. Suddenly, Diana’s eyes grew wide. Merlin—her twin sister—was the writer known as DarksideOfDiagon. ”Y-you’re DarksideOfDiagon?” She asked, shocked, despite Cara literally just saying it. It was not a response out of horror or fear—these days, it took much worse to scare Diana in such a way but just pure surprise.
Whatever complex web that previously formed in Diana’s mind was now gone. It didn’t matter anymore because Cara had just admitted this gigantic detail. This was huge. ”So—“ Diana’s hair shifted somewhere between yellow and white. The shock was now mixed with a little excitement. Her twin was basically famous. ”So you’ve been writing all those stories?” It didn’t register immediately that Cara was perhaps embarrassed or scared. Diana went up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. ”Why didn’t you tell me? Those stories are—“ She looked away, thinking of a word to properly encapsulate what she wanted to say. But Diana wasn’t the writer Cara was. ”They’re so good, I’m addicted. I mean, everybody basically is.”
And then Diana’s hair darkened as she let her hands fall from Cara’s shoulders. ”I just—you could’ve told me...” Crashing a bit from that sudden rush of excitement was not fun. Her original point stood—they weren’t supposed to have secrets from one another anymore, right?
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