Autolatry, Basorexia, Lygerastia and Druxy, your favourite pairing- otp- w/e
AMG gonna really have to step up my game omg XD
Autolatry - the worship of one's self
Isabela stretched as she descended the stairs to the docks, murmuring happily as her back popped and crackled in places. Stifling a yawn she gazed around at her surroundings as she came to the last step, spotting the object of her affection a few yards ahead of her.
She smiled slightly as she grew nearer, the rogue holding a handful of flower petals, her eyes riveted to the large statue in front of her. As she stood next to her, Isabela could see even more of the petals around and on the statue. She sniggered quietly and eyed the woman next to her. “What on earth are you doing?”
"Isn’t it obvious? I am worshiping this mighty statue of myself!" She tossed the petals in her hand up in the air, a goofy grin plastered to her face. "Isn’t magnificent?! It looks just like me, from the ginormous helmet that covers my head down to the heavy, clunky, boots. The resemblance is just uncanny, Izzy; Finetia Hawke in stone!” She grinned slightly and elbowed the cackling Rivani in the ribs lightly, the sarcasm finally out of her voice. “What was the point of this, honestly? It could be anyone. Besides, it’s just a stupid bloody statue. I didn’t need it, nor did I want it.”
Isabela finally got her mirth under control and wrapped an arm around the disgruntled woman’s waist. “Oh come off of it sweet thing. You did deserve more than just a great hulking statue though. It’s not very flattering.” She kissed Fin’s cheek softly and pulled her towards the stairs. “Lucky for me I have the real flesh-and-blood woman all to myself!”
Fin blushed and followed, shaking her head slightly. “Isabela, flattery will get you everywhere with me.”
"I know."
Basorexia - an overwhelming desire to kiss
It was night, the group deciding that they had done enough traveling for one day. That area was like much of the unfamiliar wooden terrain they had come across, they weren’t sure as to where they had actually wound up, but were glad that it was fairly secluded.
There was no telling what else was in these woods with them.
They were pretty sure that they hadn’t made it out of the state though, the humidity was still awful during the day. But since the sun had gone down, and the stars now peppered the sky, it was bearable.
They made a small fire, hoping that they wouldn’t draw too much attention to themselves. The living could be about as bad as the undead that outnumbered them, if not worse. They managed to make a fairly enjoyable dinner out of the meager rations they had, and now the four sat around the fire, swapping stories and jokes.
Carmen sat back in her chair, watching the small woman next to her with a faint smile on her face. No matter how long they had all been together, or what they had gone through, it always amazed her at how happy Jovie could be.
Or at least how happy she passed herself off as being.
The older woman watched her as she threw jokes back and forth to Tod and Vi, the pixie of a woman giggling helplessly, sometimes telling a story to go along with the joke she had just told. The firelight bounced off of them, throwing them into partial light. Carmen’s roving eyes settled on Griff’s smiling mouth, an overwhelming urge to kiss her washing over her as intense as the fire in front of them.
Griff opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was forgotten as an arm curled around her shoulders and a mouth descended on to her own. She flipped Tod the bird as he sniggered loudly, her hands moving to Carmen’s face as said woman pulled her into her lap.
"Well hello to you too, gorgeous." Griff panted as her lips were finally released, Carmen smiling against her throat. They were both vaguely aware of the other two leaving; Tod saying he was going to take first watch, Vi yawning and telling them all good-night.
Griff kissed Carmen’s bottom lip and smiled, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head and smiled, content. “Nope. I just wanted to kiss you.”
Griff rest her had on Carmen’s chest and squeezed her, the two comfortable enough to drift off in front of the fire in the chair.
Until Tod came to scare them out of it, that is.
Lygerastia - the condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out
"Why is it," she asked breathlessly, shuddering as the cool air in the dark room came into contact with her heated flesh, clothes thudding to the floor as another body settled comfortably on top o hers. "That every time we do this, the lights have to be off? Are you afraid to see me naked?"
Sybil snorted, stopping her roving hands as she looked at the woman beneath her. “Mara, seriously? You’re really asking me that?”
Mara arched slightly at the feel of soft hands outlining her ribcage, breath catching in her throat as lips stroked her collarbone. “I-it’s….I’m not complaining, but it’s like you’re afraid of something. And why do you always keep your shirt on?”
Sybil sighed and moved off of Mara slightly, her head resting in her hand as she gazed down at the woman, stroking the side of her face slightly. “It’s got nothing to do with you, alright? So put that out of your head.” She faltered, unease washing over her. A slight smile graced her lips as Mara rose a hand to push a stray strand of hair out of her face, her thumb stroking her cheek softly. “There….there are just certain things, about me, that I’m not ready to show you. Not just yet, alright? I’m not comf-“
Mara silenced her with a kiss, rolling them over deftly. She knew that she was referring to the scars all over her back; she had felt them through Sybil’s shirt once. It did not bother her one little bit that she was “marred” in any way, not at all. As far as Mara was concerned, Sybil was the most beautiful thing ever. But, she did not want to cause her discomfort or any shame at all.
"When you are ready, then." Mara said softly, kissing Sybil’s arched neck and pinning her arms above her head at the same time.
She would wait for as long as she needed to for this woman.
Druxy - something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside
"Maddi…" Aveline said wearily, rummaging around in her pack for a bottle of water and an apple. "How many more apartments are we going to look at? We must have gone through thirty just today!"
Madeline chuckled and flipped through the paper in her hand, missing the glare that the ginger had thrown her way. “I’m sorry love; is it wrong that I want to find a nice place for you?”
Aveline huffed and smiled slightly, finally finding what she had been looking for. “No, I suppose there isn’t. I’m just tired, and hungry.”
Maddi folded up the paper and sat down on the bench next to Ave, the two ignoring the hustle and bustle of the city around them. She put her arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple lightly. “I know, dear. Just one more place, then we will go eat, and we’ll be done for the day. Alright?”
"You promise?"
Maddi took the water that was handed to her and took a swig, nodding as she swallowed. “Scout’s honor!” She eyed the apple in Aveline’s hand, her stomach rumbling audibly. “That is probably the reddest apple that I’ve ever seen in my life. How does it taste?”
Aveline eyed her and smiled mischievously, bringing the fruit closer to her mouth. “I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to taste it yet.” She giggled as Maddi made to snatch it away from her, both of their hands colliding and knocking the fruit to the ground, hitting a rock with a juicy THUD.
"Aww look what you did!"
"I beg your pardon?!" Aveline said incredulously, picking the apple up and rinsing it off with their remaining water. "Here look, it almost split in two."
As Aveline pulled the ruin fruit apart they stared down at it in horror, noses wrinkled in disgust. The inside was completely rotten to the core and smelled absolutely awful. They both ‘eeeeeeewed’ in disgust and found the nearest waste bin, chucking it disdainfully inside.
"Urgh, I hope that’s not some kind of indicator that the next place we-"
"Don’t even say it Madeline Hawke or I will…."
Whatever Aveline was going to threaten to do was forever forgotten as the two set off for their next destination, the red head giggling slightly as the raven haired woman kissed her soundly.