I was wondering if i could get a tooth-rooting romantic fluff of Susie x Adiris (my thought process was "i like to play as Legion and i like to play as Plague, so thats good enough reason to ship them")
Hi, I am so far! Hope you are too ^^ That's essentially how I come up with ships too lmao, if I even vaguely like two characters I will put them together no questions :P canon shmanon! Pretend Adiris has her own realm for this one :')
Untitled Adiris x Susie Fluff
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More than any other killer, Susie likes to stand behind the tall brick barricades and watch trials from as close up as she can get. While the Legion's power may be limited, she's learned so much by watching the others turn the trial grounds into a bloodbath, the riveting nature of a successful ending always leaving her excited for her next round. Lately, she's had an eye for the High Priestess, Adiris, and her fixation grows more and more with every trial.
Adiris couldn't be less like Susie with her elegance in the way she walks with such poise and carries her censer so carefully through the air. She's a lady, unlike the Legion girl, who's quick and clumsy at times with little regard for manners. And despite how protective the Legion is of her, Susie doesn't think twice about sneaking off to the little piece of Babylon that the Entity kept for Adiris. No one visits her. Susie is glad that she'll be alone.
When she walks through the gates, the Temple of Purgation towers over Susie up close for the first time. She's only ever seen it from above; it's much more intimidating from where she stands now in its arid homeland. The sun shines down harshly on her until she steps inside, where Adiris is waiting for her. Word gets around when the Plague has visitors, especially ones who creep on her work.
But she doesn't mind Susie's presence in the slightest; she welcomes it with a smile and open arms for her to run into. Susie is lifted into Adiris' embrace, the censer surrounding them in fragrant smoke. The Legion girl can't help but giggle as she holds Adiris tightly and slides her mask off with her other hand.
Susie plants a kiss on the other killer's cheek before her feet touch the ground again, and she holds onto Adiris' arm with her whole body. She's led to the temple's big courtyard in the back where they sit on the edge of a fountain, and Adiris puts her censer down to push Susie's hair out of her face. "I'm glad you came to me," she says. "You're beautiful in the sunlight."
"Not like you," Susie tells her. "You're meant for the sun." She brings a hand up to Adiris' face, admiring the shadows of the dangling jewels of her headdress and the way the light dances through them over her skin. Susie's thumb slides over her lips before she presses a kiss onto them, a smile forming the moment they connect.
"It loves you just as much as I do." At this, Susie blushes and kisses her again, eager to return the sentiment even though she's too shy to speak. Adiris wraps her arms around Susie, combing through her long hair with her golden nails and admiring her in the light, wishing she still glowed the same way like she did before she fell ill. She's happy that Susie loves her anyway. It makes her feel like she does glow.
They spend as long a time together as they can before Adiris is reminded that she has a trial soon, and Susie leaves one of her pins for her that she clips onto the front of her dress. "I'll see you again, my love," the Plague tells her, and she skips off with a golden ring off of the Plague's finger. She wears it under the sleeve of her sweater, their secret safe under its thick fabric.
Two weeks had passed since Max stepped foot in Arcadia Bay again, but every day, when Max wakes up to the gentle morning sounds of a small town as opposed to the constant low rumble of Seattle she'd grown used to, it still feels incredibly foreign.
It's strange -- she grew up here, spent most of her life here, but it feels like a that was a different lifetime.
There are places in this town that are etched forever in her memory, but she hasn't had the heart to visit them yet. Her memories are, of course, what drew her here in the first place (she can go ahead and tell herself a million times it was Blackwell's photography program, but she'll always know in her heart that that was little more than an excuse), but at the same time, she's... scared of them, in a way. She's scared of tarnishing a good thing, and most importantly, of having to face her biggest mistake: not having kept in contact with her best friend.
It's like a game of tug of war -- at the same time that she's terrified, she feels something like an otherworldly call to just do it.
She's been playing that game for two weeks, and today, the side of her that wants to be done with it wins.
She packs up her camera and tells herself another little lie: that she's headed up to the lighthouse to take some nice shots she can show off once classes start for real. She tries not to linger on the thought, on the hope that maybe Chloe will be there, waiting for her at the spot they said they could always find each other at in another life, but it remains in the back of her head no matter how hard she tries to push it away.
It's a stupid wish, anyway. It's been five years and she doesn't even know if Chloe still lives here, let alone that she remembers or cares enough to be there.
On the hike up, it's not too hard to focus on other stuff -- the view is as beautiful as her memories would have her believe and late Summer means the wildlife is out and about. She can hear rustling coming from a little deeper in the woods and is about to investigate, when something bright blue in her peripheral vision steals her attention away.
She turns her head to look and sees that it's a butterfly -- a blue butterfly, bluer than any other she's ever seen before.
Entranced, Max starts walking towards it, camera in hand. The little critter doesn't seem phased by her presence at all -- it just goes about its life as normal, making a graceful landing on a yellow flower that contrasts beautifully with the color of its wings.
One Sony World Photography Award, coming right up, she thinks to herself as she snaps a picture.
Alex rocked slowly back and forth. Somewhere in their mind, they knew it wasn’t real, that it wasn’t happening. But the screams kept coming back, and the phantom smell of blood was getting stronger.
“Alex?” Hayden pushed open the door to see them a bit more. “You alright there?”
They couldn’t manage more than a whimper and a shake of their head. Hayden bit aer lip, staring at them. After a moment’s hesitation, ae came closer, crouching next to Alex.
“Still there, darling?” Alex never paid any attention to aer use of nicknames before then, maybe just a passing thought, but they latched onto it, searching for some familiarity. They took a shuddering breath before nodding, still rocking. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Hayden gently touched the part of their hoodie which they were chewing on. “Want to take this out?”
Alex fervently shook their head. “No,” they said, muffled by the clothe, “please.”
Hayden sighed before scooting closer. Ashton would be way better at this than aer. So would Kathie. Ae only knew Alex for a short time, and ae was uncomfortably aware of that fact right then.
Still, ae wrapped an arm around Alex firmly. Ae remembered that they didn’t like light touches and hoped that aer arm was heavy enough. Hayden rocked with them, making quiet comforting sounds at times.
A new oc,,, his name is Manuel de la Fuente and it’d be lovely if you asked him questions so I could develop him!
What I have so far
-Afro-Latinx from the Dominican Republic
-“Shut up fives, a ten is speaking.”
-Femme clothing(??)
-Dorian Pavus-esque: Flamboyant, takes shit from no one, smart and willingly will call you out/one up you
-His apartment is like a pit stop for ghosts/spirits, they just happen to drift to that spot
-it’s convenient tho bc he gets his magic from the spirit world/spirits/ghosts/etc.
-Panromantic, but he feels brief sexual attraction but it just,, fades?? And then it comes back depending on who he’s in a relationship with
-Open to poly relationships ;^>
-Burns from magic shit (some on his arms, chest, etc.)
