#maybe i'll make one later but probably not the gavgirls thoughts will probably get me

[2p42m]

hiya. I see you so hard on gavgirls. KRISTOPH ESPECIALLY. the absolute repression oh my god you are so correct. we will free christine together at any cost

you understand the vision .... the eighteen million billion levels of emotional incomprehension contained within kristoph/kristine gavin to create the most complicated glass closet i have ever seen. what self-respecting man paints his nails my ass. now i mustn't be allowed to yap too much about them despite the. well everything about me and my blog lest i simply recreate my gavgirls conspiracy board and i do have other responsibilities probably but

tldr i'm normal in the head and kristoph is "i wish i was a woman so i could be your wife so i could tell you what to do" you get it

i am so obsessed with the complications created between siblings and especially the gavin siblings i'm afraid it's terminal. the love and hatred intertwined can be so potent i'm eating my way through capcom's walls. that kristoph created a safe space in her shadow for klavier to explore and express freely, and she's happy for her little klavier, she really is, but there's something about the jealousy she feels towards her for being so open and carefree at every second. she shoves it down with the rest because then she must ask why she's jealous of such a thing and she should never feel that way towards her little klavier, anyway. and she's far too much a busy man to wallow in those kinds of things. still it persists.

that kristoph only dares to feel that fluttering in her chest and finally find a name for it while rotting away from the world in a cell block: finding the freedom to exist only when the very thing has been robbed of her. did i mention my dear friend @princepqul has a lovely fic for this in atroquinine, my love and i'm going to fucking Get him by the way. and her life may as well be over but it's the first time she's lived it in thirty-two years and it's when nobody is left to see it. whether that's a blessing or a curse she couldn't say.

that miles away in an empty home klavier reckons with the loss, perhaps in this way more than ever, of the one person who she felt understood, and saw, and would always be there by her side. and continues to lose her every day as she's forced to question if that person ever existed and even safe in the conclusion that she did, that klavier will never have the opportunity to repay her. will never be able to openly respect who kristoph was to her beyond who kristoph was to the world and. and.

i have no canon basis for any of this but they told me themselves so i know this to be true btw. klavier is my wife