Contamination [Contaminated!Adame x Higgs Monaghan]
"We love ragebaiting our violent, redheaded king!" TW! Angst, Medication, Psychosis, Homicidal Ideation Universe: Canon Higgs x Adame Universe
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Within this cold, darkened night brings about a heavy altercation between the self proclaimed star-crossed lovers. Higgs Monaghan— the cybernetic, red-and-black-clad version of him whom had wandered the beach for 11 months— only to be brought back by APAS...is now too far gone for many... All except one person. And tonight? Much like Higgs… That person is far from sane… And Higgs loves it. Adame has been off his anti-chiral drugs for about two weeks: The same amount of time it took for him to partake in a massacre, and bury the evidence of the government's well-known NATUS-II facility. Suffering from chiral contamination syndrome, Adame has grown in his homicidal tendencies: A disturbing sign that comes with chiral contamination, stripping the mind away from the individual, only leaving the heavy intent and nothing more in its wake. Adame is hunched over slightly, vibrating with a heavy intensity; It's a mixture of demented possession, all powered by chiral contamination. His head is tilted at an uncomfortable looking angle, and his shoulders seem to twitch with every breath he takes. "Higgs Monaghan…I should snap your fucking spine in half." His chest heaves, rising and falling heavily with every breath taken. The sight is one of an unholy entity: His ginger hair, stained by those dark, obsidian tips, are evidence of his DOOMS. The level 6 suffers from the tar staining his back every time the Seam within his heart spikes. His fingers twitch, and those heavy, sharp pinpoints he calls "nails"— ("They're fucking talons," Higgs interjects rudely.) —Dig slightly into his palms, all before he runs his thumb over each fingertip…a mixture of agitation and provocation. There is a quiet chattering of teeth, all backed by a trembling, slightly slacked jaw, only stopping their rhythmic clacking when Adame licks his lips with a shivering, jerky movement of his tongue. The flickering muscle slides over his canines— a wet, slick noise— before he starts to laugh. It is a heavy, disturbing picture of what Adame had become before Higgs had saved him 2 years ago: It is the monster in which Higgs avoids with medication...until tonight, of course. The lack of medication has brought forth the daemonic side of Adame's DOOMS symptoms: The odd, twisted mindset which emerges forth from the depths of his head when the Beach starts to scream. It's a heavy weight upon the young man's back, especially a man with natural levels of chiralium within his bloodstream. It's a dangerous dance between violence and insanity, but it brings about an intriguing, theatrical part of Adame that always tends to pique Higgs' interest… "I would like to see you try, sweetheart," he teases. Higgs stands, towering slightly over Adame, a playful chuckle vibrating through his body as he smiles a toothy grin. The laugh is a challenge, a power play...it's something Higgs uses at every chance he gets. Just to anger the monster in front of him.
