L, A, and W for Chixie please
A - Attachment: How do they become obsessed?
As a lowblood with burgeoning fame, to say that Chixie is incredibly stressed out and anxious would be quite the understatement. Any step further into the limelight increases her chance of assassination, of martyrdom. She always knew this, of course, but that didn't make the reality of the situation any more horrifying. Didn't stop her bloodpusher from clenching or her acid-sack from twisting and turning in fear and anxiety as the weight of her own mortality piles on top of her.
She knew this would happen, of course. It was her price to pay for trying to make a difference, to use her platform to draw attention to the horrific treatment her fellow lowbloods go through. And for that, she would die. It was inevitable. From the moment she made this decision, she had signed her death warrant. Every night, she was highly, uncomfortably aware that the clock was ticking, and she only had so much time left.
So, was it any wonder why she latched onto you, someone who approached her with stars in your eyes, a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on? You were kind and supportive. You never tried to take advantage of her or manipulate her, unlike some people. You quickly became a dear friend. Someone that Chixie talked to before shows when her nerves got the better of her, or rushed into your arms after a performance. Someone who brainstormed lyrics with her in her hive, or who she snuggled up to, to feel the embrace of another person, to distract herself from the isolating weight of her inevitable demise.
Or... Something more. Something much, much more.
Maybe... Maybe she didn't have to die. She could run away, after she takes her stand. Disappear with you.
Yes. Yes! She could go into hiding and live the out the rest of her days with you! Oh, God, she didn't have to die! She didn't have to leave you! Oh, thank you! Thank you for coming into her life, for saving her, for showing her another path! Oh, Chixie loved you! She loved you! She loved you so much!
L - Lust: What is the most attractive thing about their darling?
Oh, what's not to love about you? Though, if Chixie had to pick something in particular, it'd be your kindness. Your love. Your acts of affection. No matter how small or inconsequential it may seem to you, your every word and action of support means the world to her. In a world that was out to get her - in the spotlight where she had effectively put a target on her back - your support and love and kindness meant everything to her. You were so much stronger and powerful than you knew.
Much of the populace of Alternia had become cold and hardened from the set of circumstances presented to them, you chose kindness. You chose love. How could anyone be so wonderful? How could anyone be so perfect? To her, you are perfect.
W - Weakness: What is something that they can't resist? (Can be with their darling or not)
Honestly, she can't resist you. Anything you want, it's yours - well, aside from leaving her, especially if it's after you and her "elope" together. Just offer some honeyed, reassuring words and affectionate touches, and Chixie's putty in your hands. So much of her life is so stressful that just a slight reprieve will make her both incredibly flustered and much more at ease.
