#chloelle

OC Femslash February

Day 9: Epistolary

[Send me a fact about an OC, and I’ll reply with one about mine!]

Oohh, Chloelle!! Chloelle and Bonna sound adorable though, ahhhh I love them!! (Even though they’re connected to death and stuff. Shhh.) I love their names, too~

Shall we talk a bit about the deities of OSS?

Light is remembered as a horrifying monster, an abomination of misshapen anatomy and malevolent tricks and illusions, words of light waves that warped the minds of all who came into contact with them.

But this is from the view of other sirens. Other sirens that wouldn’t even try to approach out of fear, who couldn’t comprehend Light’s only way of communication, who were terrified by this powerful ability to deceive their eyes.

Dark Side, by Kelly Clarkson

Nobody’s a picture perfectBut we’re worth itYou know that we’re worth itWill you love me?Even with my dark side?

Vibes, by Tove Lo

Painting starsIn our heartsYeah, you know I’m down for youI want you to lick my wounds

Faster, by Sofi de la Torre

And if you took me as i amWould it be such a bad thing?Saw me as i amWould it be so bad?If you felt what i hadWould it be such a bad thing?Be such a bad thing?

You Found Me, by Kelly Clarkson

You found meWhen no one else was lookin’How did you know just where I would be?Yeah, you broke throughAll of my confusionThe ups and the downsAnd you still didn’t leaveI guess that you saw what nobody could seeYou found me

Find a Way, the SafetySuit

Hold on, what’s the rush, what’s the rush we’re not done are weCause I don’t need to change this atmosphere we’ve made ifYou can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour

[ao3 link] @miraculousfluffmonth

“Well-a you done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted, I fell right through the cracks, and now I’m tryin’ to get back~”

Chloé sighed and put down her magazine, shooting Danielle an exasperated look. “Why?” she asked.

Danielle just grinned and grabbed Chloé’s hands, waving them around as she sang. “Before the cool done run out I’ll be givin’ it my best-est, and nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention, I reckon it’s again my turn, to win some or learn some~”

“You’re absurd,” Chloé said simply, but she let Danielle pull her up when she pulled.

Danielle began twirling around, taking her girlfriend with her. “Bu-ut I won’t hesitate, no more, no more, it cannot wait, I’m yours~” She pulled Chloé in close and whispered, “Forever.”

[ao3 link] @miraculousfluffmonth

“So you and Adrien are really related to Count Saint Germain?”

Danielle nodded and took another fry from the basket between herself and Chloé. “Yep,” she confirmed. “He was a butterfly, just like me. Very dead now.”

Chloé snorted. “Yeah, we killed him twice.” She took a sip of her water and immediately set the glass back down. “Takes effort to do that.”

“And we still need to find our peacock and close the circle,” Danielle added with a sigh. “Then we’ll be able to control when we travel, without the chronograph.” She looked at the wall next to them, dozens of photos printed out from around the world. “We’ll finally be able to go somewhere without the fear of elapsing into a battlefield or something.”

A small, sad smile worked its way onto Chloé’s face, and she reached out to hold Danielle’s hand. “We’ll find them, whoever they are,” she promised. She took a deep breath and straightened her back, forcing the mood to change. “So where are we gonna go first?”

Danielle hummed for a moment, eying the photos. “Shanghai.”

Random images from last tuition lesson ever with my two dearies, because I don’t feel right posting the more personal handwritten cards and pictures, heh. So here are: the nearby playground that I walk to during my break, the younger one’s (ever-growing) slime collection, and farewell presents from their mothers.

Will miss these girls! Older gal especially, for being my first student ever, giving me grief and amusement by fooling around during class, getting anything from 50 to 90+ marks for math, playing endless games of hangman, commenting on my hair (“Did you straighten your hair?” “...focus.”) …and the list goes on.