Chapter 8:
side stories of the bloodbriars
Peresphone and Hades sat side by side on the plush gothic couch, laptops open, notebooks ready.
“I cannot believe people call this ‘true love,’” Hades muttered, pointing to a romantic game scenario.
“Gross inefficiency,” Peresphone added.
Diana, in her casual black blouse and leather skirt, leaned against the doorway, observing. Beckett lounged nearby, silently amused.
“You’re… unusually critical,” Diana said, dark eyes gleaming.
“Someone has to point out the errors,” Peresphone replied.
They proceeded to analyze: cliched damsels, overemotional male leads, gratuitous misunderstandings—every trope was scrutinized with cold precision.
Beckett quietly noted similarities to his own tastes, while Diana smiled faintly at the twins’ accuracy.
“…They’ve inherited our efficiency,” she whispered to Beckett.
And of course, by the end, the twins had subtly applied their analysis to their parents’ relationship, rolling their eyes at the obvious intensity and PDA while taking notes for future reference.
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