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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva appears on the Astral Plane, looking quite cheerful} Ah~ Finally Nathan and Amshel listened to me! This home is so much nicer. I never did like moving, but going from the noisy city to this peaceful estate~♥ I couldn't have asked for anything better. It's lovely. A big white house with a forest all around~ Ah, and Amshel even made sure to plant those blue roses. I really love it. ♥

My Chevalier have already settled in, too, I guess. They're already fighting with each other. My Chevalier think that I don't know what they do. Down below, I can smell Solomon's blood. He must have done something really bad. Poor, poor Solomon~ But I think it's James that I really need to worry about.

{She imitates his voice perfectly to repeat what he said, deep and masculine} "Those who do not kneel to Mama do not deserve to exist in this world."

{But then softly} At least Nathan stopped him before he went to do something stupid...What a fool. I don't have hardly any Chevalier left, it wouldn't do for him to go and get killed by sister.

Oh, and before I forget, I'd like to speak to those twins~ It'd be very much appreciated. ♥

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[madamemoiselle]

...It's not? But it's {Quick change} Sam, why is it not?

[didorothy]

It's lust, base sexual attraction. Love involves... attatchment, affection, caring... It's... well, I wouldn't say 'more' - actually, I would - but it's... Sex between two people isn't any sort of loving unless those two people love each other. [clearly not used to explaining this sort of thing] Do you understand?

[madamemoiselle]

Well...no, not really. Sam, I don't understand things like that.

[didorothy]

Well, it's like... [takes a step forwards, then stops, steps back. He looks a bit taken aback, but he quickly slips back into Pontificating Mode. Rather Confused And Not Particularly Eloquent Pontificating mode, certainly, but Pontificating Mode none-the-less]

It's... Well, it's semantics, but it's not - you said you loved me. But it's not that you 'love' me the way you say you and Solomon 'love' each other. Because that's not about love so much as it's about the pair of you getting mutual sexual gratification. [runs a hand through his hair]

[madamemoiselle]

{Tilts her head slightly} What was that? You stepped forward.

Ne, but Sam, it's still not...exactly the same. I love Sam. And I love Solomon, but differently. But I would have sex with Sam. But it's still different?

[didorothy]

You'd ha - [right, okay he'll ignore that. Filter: on] You do love Solomon?

[madamemoiselle]

Not the same way as Sam. I love Solomon because he's my lover, protects me, but they're shallow things. I love Sam more than that. Sam doesn't need to do anything like that for me to love Sam. That's different.

{Smiles~} But I would, yes.

[didorothy]

Oh. [frowns] But... love isn't shallow. [there's an 'is it?' in his voice]

[madamemoiselle]

Well...Not always, I guess. I thought it was, but it's hard to explain. The way I've always loved people, it's been based on things like how much they're willing to spend, their looks, and sex, and I never cared about their personality or whatever.

But things like that don't matter in the way I love Sam. Because the way I love Sam, it's because you're kind, caring, fun, and I feel...at ease with you. I don't have to pretend to be a perfect lady or a mean-spirited...enigma, I think the word is. I can just not worry about things like that, and I can be happy. Sam could give me the world, but I would still love you that same way. It's not the same, not at all.

[didorothy]

Diva...

[madamemoiselle]

...Did I...say something wrong?

[didorothy]

No! No, you said something... very nice. Thank you.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh? Well, you're welcome.

Is that surprising, though? It shouldn't be.

[didorothy]

It's not... but, uh... Wanting people for money and the like isn't love. It is shallow, and love isn't. [this time, he's firm on the point]

[madamemoiselle]

Well...I know that now. I never knew before, to tell you the truth. {Smiles} Then if that's it, I've really never loved anyone before, I guess.

[didorothy]

[smiles] Then I'm your first love?

[realises what he said and immediately the smile turns to a frown] But I don't have to be the only one. Now that you know what it is, you know what you deserve. Not that everyone is supposed to love you, but... [trails off, a bit lost]

[madamemoiselle]

I guess so! ♥

...{Wait what?} What a silly thing to say. Ne, are you trying to push me away Sam~? How mean~

[didorothy]

No! No, that's not what I mean at all Diva. But you deserve more than just me.

[madamemoiselle]

Why do you say that?

[didorothy]

One person isn't enough. You need... everyone needs more than one person, to love and be loved by.

[madamemoiselle]

It's been fine so far.

[didorothy]

I think you deserve more. I think you'd be happier.

[madamemoiselle]

...Well...For now, I'd like to be happy with Sam. Not that I won't try, but...!

Ne, Sam, I don't really like thinking ahead too far. I only live for three years at a time, so I'd rather not remember what I'll lose when I go to sleep, you know?

[didorothy]

...I'm sorry. I forgot.

[madamemoiselle]

Sam, don’t worry about that. It’s not like I’m not happy right now or anything~ Ne, I’m just saying, it kind of sounds like you’re trying to push me away. You say that I deserve more, but really, I think I’m very lucky to be friends with, and love you.