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🌺😈 answering this for ashfordcest!

4. How did they first meet?

Well, they met when they were born, and grew up together. 😉 They’ve always known one another, and always been close.

5. What is their love language?

Acts of service, absolutely. They’re devoted to one another, and constantly caring for each other.

6. When did they realize they loved each other?

They’ve sort of always known that they were meant for one another, it didn’t take long for them to realize that they were the only people in their lives that they could rely on.

ask game link.

¤ – how do the characters involved actually feel about the incestuous nature of the relationship? do they wish it had been anyone else, or did it have to be their relative?

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Answering about Alexia and Alfred Ashford.

They definitely revel in the taboo nature of their relationship. It may be something disgusting to the world outside, but they consider themselves to in some ways be one body, and one soul, and they enjoy shocking outsiders with their romantic affection. They both consider it very romantic to be siblings in love. What could be closer?

¤ – how do the characters involved actually feel about the incestuous nature of the relationship? do they wish it had been anyone else, or did it have to be their relative? (alfred and alexia)

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megaphonegirlk:

Oh this one is fun ^^

For Alexia and Alfred both, it needs to have been their sibling. It could be no other way, the incestuous tangle that is Them is vital.

For after all, Alexia and Alfred were created. Twin clones, one unintended meant to be the pinnacle of human evolution, formed of their ancestor who many in the family treated like a god.

With the secluded way they grew up, and their mutual hatred for their father and the company he was obsessed with, they grew together like entangled vines.

Anyone else would not be a good fit. There were too many peons..insects…out there who didn’t have the right to stand by her side. But her mirror…a brother who sometimes seemed to share a soul…he was worthy of her. And she of him. He was the only person who was.

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Alfred sits beside the steel and glass machine where his sister’s body has been sleeping for so long.

Inside him, she is awake; he hears her voice and they are a part of one another. Still, there is a comfort to being near her physical shell as it slumbers and changes 

He reads to her, sometimes, or brings a radio, and sings, or speaks to her about meaningless things.

He puts his hand on the glass and sees his reflection inside.

Will they still be alike when she wakes up?

She has promised him that they will.

His reflection smiles.