#╭─┳═一 mireille is speaking... ♡

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".. My, my. I forgot the dead could come back. I should've asked Ryder for additional details if we were boarding with those people."

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Tribe Nine (What If? AU) ft. Adalyn Adlere & Shiloh Monroe (OC from: @eucharist-eulogy)

If there was one thing the investigator hasn't forgotten, it was with a case.

Two actors. One lady and detective. Who won, who lost... It was all lost to time. But to her, who has been told to investigate this, to look into it like her life depended on it, she knew who it was.

Maybe she was desperate. She's always been, hasn't she? For years, decades, milennia even, she's remembered how she met him.

The meeting loaded with unanswered questions, spiteful words, and loaded intentions worthy of a score of death. A meeting where dying was nothing short of guarantee, simply because one knew too much.

And yet, as they got closer (be it by fate, or their own choice), the line between normalcy and abnormality begins to blur.

Adalyn remembered so clearly when he first started to treat her... Like a friend. Despite her actions befitting of an enemy's treatment, he didn't give her that, oftentimes toying with her and making her owe him 'favors' for the things she needed doing.

And though she's told him off multiple times for it, she's found herself coming to his aid—to keep his tracks clean. it was for the case, she tried to reason herself, and yet... She couldn't bring herself to it, could she?

That she, of all people... Started to reciprocate that feeling. Of having a companion, even if its out of mutual benefit.

That's when it first started. That, to her, was when the line started to blur itself out between them. What used to be done out of malice slowly turned to something more, and those lonely nights spent was now with him—breaking in and all.

She could still remember those late nights they spent, where Adalyn would simply spend it in silence by herself. Cigar in hand, she would simply smoke and listen to the wind, but with Shiloh, it was spent with his teasing, and less of smoking.

It was nice. The noise. She's hated hearing her thoughts, after all—gave her stress when it was unnecessary.

(It kept her from thinking of Liana. Of thinking what her life could've been, had she not spent it all in vices.)

Then, it became something more. Slowly, those borders between them got shorter—barriers got broken down, and it wasn't long until they started seeing the investigator (under the guise of 'newscaster') stuck by the actor's side.

Had an outsider looked at them, they'd mistake the two as a couple. Or even friends.

(Adalyn's smile to Shiloh was natural, but both knew it never reached her eyes.)

In that sense, Adalyn and Shiloh wore each other's mirrors; they both never saw each other in the way the public wants them to. Adalyn still saw him as a criminal, and Shiloh still saw her as a nosy detective of sorts.

That was the status quo for them.

Well, until now.

The soft pattering of the rain hit her body, feeling her attire get soaked under it's unforgiving blanket. Her hair was all but wet to its roots, her coat being the only grace she's had to cover her attire underneath, and her bag (thankfully waterproof) keeping her belongings secured.

However, she paid the rain no mind, her focus set from above while she's in front of an abandoned house. The rain drops slid down from her face, almost like a fleeting kiss.

(It reminded Adalyn of the time she spent it with Liana, playing in the rain like all kids do.)

(When was the last time she's done this?)

"Hm? Why are you standing here, little investigator? I thought you'd be smart enough not to stand outside for hours."

The sound of the umbrella being opened met her ears, but her lips moved without her gaze going astray.

"I know that, Monroe. But I thought of getting some fresh air."

The scent of pinewood and charcoal wafted to her nose, combined with another she couldn't name. She could feel the warmth on her back, but she paid it no mind.

The chill was permeating off of her, piercing to her skin—making her feel cold.

(Like a corpse.)

"Hah, fresh air? At a time like this?" Shiloh asked, snickering. "You make yourself an easy target, Adalyn."

"And you're too obvious," she retorted, her eyes finally closing. "Now, shut up and let me relax."

"Pfft, suit yourself~"

The two figures stood out in the rain, but for once... Adalyn didn't hate it.

(After all, the one who stood beside her was her reflection—the one to hold her close, dying with a smile.)

(Just like how Liana did while in Adalyn's arms.)

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Okay, either Tumblr is messing with me or it's telling me I can't post an rkgk

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"Oh? Is this the first time you're seeing me like this? How fascinating." (rkgk of my sona, nsfw below but it's because they're not wearing anything at all lmao)

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It'd be funny if I had my newest writing blog just set to a specific theme (Rain Code)

then have my oc stories there as well.

Why? Why not lmao, my other blog isnt taking off due to being shadowbanned anyways.

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Happy April fool's, have toxic yuri

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Gimme some cowards /aff

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Anyways fic posted because ITS MY BIRTHDAY WOOOOO

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Perfectionism is my biggest bane, isn't it, Chief?

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I finished watching Tribe Nine (the anime)

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What if I dropped lore on my older OCs that turned multifandom (Adalyn) and how it led to her changing entirely w/ her sister?

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Senshi acquired