Max holding Chloe’s belt loops and pulling her towards wherever she wants to go. Chloe is being all “yes, ma’am” about it and has a permanent grin on her face when her girl is leading the way. She is right where she needs to be.
She would switch to photography once that was invented and would near-obsessively try and capture every moment because she may be immortal, but she’s human enough to forget. She definitely has a whole collection of photos featuring just Chloe. She’s not going to forget anymore.
Immortal sculptor Max x mortal Chloe who keeps on reincarnating AU. She’s a sculptor by trade. Ever since she lost Chloe the first time, she’s been trying to sculpt Chloe’s face over and over until the minute details start to blend over and she’s in denial that she’s forgetting—
— what Chloe looks like. Forgetting her voice sent her in a spiral long ago. People would comment on how she tends to gravitate over a certain face whenever she makes her art.
Sometime in the future, a commissioner comes to her shop and Max looks up to see a familiar face.
It’s codependent, it’s toxic, they’re always looking over e/o backs, clinging to each other both literally and mentally because they don’t have anything left but each other. Nobody understands them the way they do. It’s isolating but it feels as familiar as her embrace, like home
Possessive Pricefield. At a first glance, it seems obvious that Chloe is the possessive one, then you see Max and the lengths she will go to keep her alive. They were basically stuck together throughout the game, yes, but imagine post-storm pf where they’re only relying on e/o
there's something abt chloe hating physical contact but always being the one to initiate hugs, hand holding, and even that one kiss with max like she just goes for it every time trusting max will always return the gesture (and she does)
It could be months or years since the destruction of their hometown before they actually got together.(Then broke up before DE and got back together in RE if you’re going with D9 canon)
I’m always down for pricefield dating shortly post-bae but imagine keeping the friend-crush line as blurred as possible, drawing it out, knowing that they like each other but not making a move on it for ages. They’re not in the headspace to start something just yet.
— her just as much. Then there’s the guilt of losing many lives from doing nothing. Losing Joyce was the nail in the coffin. They’re young adults navigating through so much but at least she’s alive. She just never wanted to pay the price (pun intended).