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❛ PURE, LUCID, EVIL. i'd sleep all right with that on top of me. ❜
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❛ you & I are closer than friends. we are enemies linked together. the same sins bind us. ❜
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I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side.
𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @salaciouscript //
from luis @salaciouscript
❛ oye,❜ luis' request for ada's attention was soft and undemanding, but his touch was bold. one of his rough hands had pressed its fingertips lightly along the underside of her arm, raised it gently and trailed along its length until their digits linked. he maintained a grip that was devoted, but relaxed and far from stifling. if ada slipped through his fingers like silk tonight, he wouldn't mind. he'd just take the threads to bed and weave up a new plan come next morning. for the time being, she seemed generous enough to humor him and it conjured a smile as he pulled her further among the leafy fronds of red, yellow and green herbs beneath the moonlight.
night rain pattered softly against the glass roofing of the greenhouse, the wet slick structure giving off an almost ethereal silvery, glow against the streams of moonbeams that filtered out from the dark cloud cover. as he brought them to a halt within the curated gardens center, he brought her knuckles to his mouth to press a lingering kiss against the warm of her skin.
❛ you didn't have to come--but you're here. i know, i know, it's late.❜ he muttered it as though she'd expected an apology, but there remained something of mirth in both his quiet words and the look in his eye. ❛ but... you've been working so hard, so i was thinking you deserved..." he didn't dare use the word 'reward', for that certainly wasn't his place. ❛ compensation. so, i brought you something that reminded me of you. ❜
without another word luis reached into the breast pocket of his new leather coat, the material creasing with the movement, and retrieved a cylinder-shaped glass canister. inside fluttered a butterfly, lazy and beautiful. its wings red in colour were luminescent like firefly.
❛ before you say anything--no, no viruses. the butterfly is artificial, and i might have thrown in some lampyridae dna here and there, but! she's yours. and so is this greenhouse. if you want it. ❜ he held out his gift to her before seemingly thinking better of it, and pressed the container into her palm instead. he'd learned his lesson a thousand times over, years ago, the point driven home by a knife in his back.
but he'd play god a thousand times more if it was for her.
One four-letter word can mark the beginning of the end. It can slow time, it can strain and yearn and ache all at once like an illness, and stop the very organ responsible for such an abysmal, dangerous chemical.
Ada never cared much for love. She liked the idea of it. She’d toy with it—she’d bat a man’s open, bleeding heart around to get what she wanted, but she never caught the bug herself.
That is, not until recently. She isn’t sure when the spark ignited, exactly. Somewhere between their brushes with death and their bodies moving in sync beyond just silly flamenco—the chemical burst to life and lodged itself into her chest, unwelcome and overwhelming. More terrifying than any bioweapon she’s ever faced.
Love. What a cruel and unusual punishment for a seasoned spy who never needed such a thing to hold her down.
Ada takes the canister from his hand with measured care, like it might explode if she moves too fast. Her breath lifts and stills in her chest. It’s the same disciplined pause she keeps for scopes and safeties—for moments when the world narrows to a single point until she squeezes the trigger, and target blooms into gorgeous spatters of red mist in the air.
It feels strange to spend that precision on something so delicate, but beneath her cool exterior, there is a human behind the agent. There always has been.
The glass still feels warm from his touch. She turns it once, watching the red glow inside shift and breathe, a quiet heartbeat sealed away. Trapped inside a glass cage.
She leans closer, until her breath ghosts against the surface of the glass and fogs it faintly. Ada speaks softly then, instinctive and quiet, her words meant for small, secret things.
“ Be free, my pretty. ”
The seal loosens with a muted click, and she carefully tips the canister as the butterfly slips out smoothly and unafraid, like it’s been waiting for this exact cue. Its wings catch the greenhouse light, red flaring like a struck match before it flutters toward the entrance. It settles among the dahlias he planted there, heavy blooms and dark leaves cradling the glow, welcoming its arrival with open petals, inviting the creature to do what it instinctively knows. Pollinate.
Only then does she turn back to him.
Ada looks at Luis the same way she studies body language and faces, committing angles and intentions to memory. Seven years should have taught him that this look is trust, stripped of ornament and masks and any walls she had up before.
She steps into his space, hands resting lightly against his coat, feeling the solid proof of him there. Leaning in, she kisses him, unhurried and certain, she savors his lips, his taste, his familiar smell. She tells him with her eyes and her body what her mouth cannot form.
The four letter word that has bound their hearts together, until one of them stops beating.
“ You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Luis. ” She says, voice quiet as a kept secret. " What would I ever do without you? It's beautiful. "
Her thumb brushes his knuckles once, a brief, anchoring touch, before her gaze travels back to the doorway. The butterfly rests among the dahlias, glowing softly, its wings folded—content in its freedom.
A creation born of love itself.
// @salaciouscript
RE6 au arts part.2
Ada+Luis
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I neeeeedddd to live in these pictures!!!
The Moon and Jupiter
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he doesn’t answer her question aloud. doesn’t have to. in the laws of attraction, show matters much more than tell. words come and go, lose their meaning, break and bend, but actions. oh, actions can make the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and her toes curl in ecstasy.
‘i wonder how far her legs can bend. do her ankles reach her shoulders? does she moan, or does she scream? i do hope she screams.’
albert steps closer to the centrifuge, close enough that his sleeve brushes her wrist as he reaches to adjust the settings. a rare whisper of contact. gone in a second, but not unnoticed.
accidental, of course.
“ careful, doctor. ” his tone cools by a single degree, lips curved into a smirk. “ one might get the impression you actually enjoy my company off the clock.”
a low chime signals an access door locking behind them.
‘talk about impeccable timing. doctor stephens has left the building. we’re alone. ‘
every deliberate movement is a statement, every brush of his sleeve, every fractional shift in distance, is a quiet admission:
he did come dressed for her.
“ and if that is the case, allow me to take you out to dinner, first. “
though she considers him, carmilla tilts her eyes back down to the contents rotating beneath the transparent lid, her pondering only announced by a soft hum. to be too enthusiastic by his offer, she felt would be unbecoming; give too much power to a man (despite his acclaim), and his ego would become an unappealing obstacle. after all, she'd yet to have her enjoyment of him before the enchantment fizzled...if it were so destined.
hardly a romantic, her expectations of whatever her workplace infatuation--however mild--only remained high regarding both pleasure and experience. whether it was temporary or became further ingrained into what semblance of friendship they already shared, was inconsequential factor. she would explore every probability with albert if they found it to their mutual liking.
this at least, was entirely so; the interest that flickered between the two of them, she'd yet to see replicated quite in this fashion among their other peers. he'd taken to teasing william every now and then, just to see a knowing and amused curl of her mouth. albert displayed an attentiveness to her input alongside a confidence in her performance, that in others remained nearly non-existent-- he was even perhaps curt and disengaged. all small things sure enough, but all of value.
❝ if i were to say yes, where would you take me ? ❞
aside from on this countertop.
✦ resumed
the scent of his cologne while once subtle at arms length, grew just strong enough to envelop her senses. it was here in this tight little space created in a room made of sterile coloured walls and pulsing machinery, she understood her own motives ever the better. their peers vied for albert's ( as she had been afforded to call him every now and again ) attention; his approval was highly coveted, his praise competed for. carmilla's only desire was to unwrap him from his bravado and disconnect the wiring that fed brain to body while she rode them both to stupor.
she'd received enough recognition from those that could deliver true accolades, therefore wesker's respect though pleasurable ( and by all accounts not an easy thing to come by ), had been not much more than frosting on the cake. sure enough she believed herself the paragon of having and eating it too. as carmilla pushed dark hair from her face to regard him with even darker eyes that disregarded the plant life on display and chose him as their fixation, it was decided: eat him she would. ❝ -- all prime examples, however...i think you're best suited as decor. you came dressed for the occasion, didn't you? ❞
she'd never quite seen him him so wonderfully unbuttoned.
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