Bittersweet Masquerade ~ Plagued!Siri/Ross/Isla Angst
I really should stick this under a cut but here I am on mobile too lazy but it's ok it's not ridiculously long
I have been hecking working on this what feels like 2 long ass years but in reality is like(?) 3 weeks x.x I'm a Picky™ with my choice of diction but have some somewhat decent angst featuring two of my favs, Ross (belongs to @pongodoodle ) and Siri (belongs to @jilljoycearts ) with my own 💕
Her cherry lips matched her bright red eyes, which were an indication of the evil enemy lurking within. Siri could be a pin up model in a magazine if it weren't for her white mask, ghoulish pale skin, and her weary expression. She wasn't smiling exactly, but that didn't take away from her beauty; her black dress was slender in the torso and billowed out in dark waves. Traces of silver sparkles glittered on her dress like a fairy's pixie dust. Her hair was a gorgeous updo; a red rose comb shone brightly in the dim room.
Ross's dress was a bright red - it was a solid color, made of some of the most elegant material that soft but simply delicate. It cascaded down their tall figure, white swirls swooping in curly patterns near the edge. Relatively short, the dress only reached Ross's knees and had a low plunge. They kept their hair to the side, a matching red hibiscus flower delicately planted with a jewel in the center.
The angelic white color of Isla's dress was like snow, making her features more prominent, particularly her dark, wavy ringlets and her gray blue eyes. The ball gown shoes dress had fabric that shimmered subtly, along with the small jewels on either end of her winged eyeliner. However, her expression was passive, worried.
Siri could feel the pity radiating off the other two in Isla's deep blue eyes and Ross's lack of sarcastic jabs at her.
Normally, Isla would be full of vitality, bouncing around and all giggles; she seemed somber and her eyes shone with a certain level of calmness most unlike herself. Ross was just quiet - typically they would be full of comments to counter Isla's overenthusiastic nature; their arms remained crossed.
"There's no need for the air to be so moot." Siri commented, slightly irritable. She bit her lip stubbornly. Despite knowing this could be very well be her last masquerade, she was determined to make the most of it.
"You're just imagining things, as always." Ross answered. Truthfully, they were worried - but they hid it much better than Isla did.
Ross knew that Siri's condition was pretty bad - worse than Isla thought, but they didn't say anything to the already devastated apprentice. Siri was coughing, and her skin was a deathly ivory; she was tired often and sometimes lacked the witty remarks that Isla and Ross loved so. Her once tall and proud stature was now reduced to one of a weak invalid, all symbolized by the red scalera - the sign of the impeding doom held precariously above them. The side of Ross's mouth tightened.
"Come here so I can... glamour you." Isla murmured, her blue eyes soft and wide with worry. Siri's stance relaxed as she crossed over. In a fairy like manner, the blue eyed apprentice gently sprinked ashes, transforming the sallow lass into a rosy one, removing any traces of ill disease.
The three quietly stood there together, trying to savor the bitter moment of knowing it would be the last time they would be together at a masquerade.
Isla breathed quietly before forcing a smile.
"Let's enjoy this while we can."
