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i'm finally free from working so don't mind me creeping around here.

#ooc. #tbd. #writing soon! #hope everyone is having a relaxing weekend c:

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Leon's giving him a kiss, and another one, and another one, and another one, and a-

              @fortrauma inbox prompts.

              It was something he would never tire of, these brief  and fleeting moments of adoration and affection Leon would rarely show. To think of how far they’d come, that once upon a time, Leon would soon rather bare his teeth and fight, guard raised high and bristling at the thought of him even coming near. Now here they were, tangled up in each other's arms, met with an unexpected flurry of kisses that left a fit of laughter rolling from his chest. Hands held tightly to his waist, drawing him in, never truly knowing what he did to deserve him- but never once taking for granted having him near.

              “It’s nice to see you too...” Lips came to meet his brow in return, one cheek, then the other, having no intention of letting him go. “How about one more…” A tempting thought, but before he could say a word, lips were quick to capture his in one last eager little kiss.

              " I love you, Leon.”

#fortrauma #v: main. #ask. #i care them sm.

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Ok ok but loving Luis, the man who hasn't had any sort of affection for years on end finally getting a chance to be close to someone. He's so touch starved and it doesn't hit him until he's being held or cared for and he just melts. The way he's never had any connection or real love, so when he finally gets that, he's so protective over the person he cares for, they are what matters most. Anyway I just think he deserves to be loved even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it. under all that flirting he really just wants to be loved by someone!!

#ooc. #tbd. #idk im rambling but. #trace his scars kiss his face watch him turn into a puddle. #ship brain go brrr today.

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              If there was something he’d learned quickly about Leon, it was that he was grounded, his roots firmly in the reality of the world around them. Where his mind was quick to dwell on the realm of the fantasy, the thought of being the hero, the adoration and attention of many- Leon knew all too well the truth of what they were to return to. There would be no cheering upon his return, no crowd of adoring fans to greet him, crown him with riches and gold, and give him a  proper place as a hero that was rightful of his own throne. No, the sad truth would be evident upon his tired face- he’d done this song and dance before. He was a dog, treated like one too, trained to fetch and to do as he was told, with hardly more than a pat on the head until he was needed once more. A never ending cycle, which is what he could never bring himself to understand, even as he grew older. There was no reward in doing the right thing, being the cop, the good guy, nobody ever appreciates them. So why suffer through it- to know Leon endured from Racoon City and on- why did he keep trying to do the right thing? 

              That’s what made them different, knowing that Leon was a better man than him- better than he deserved. Down inside he knew he deserved these wounds, deserved a proper death, down in those mines where no would one remember him. He did such unspeakable things, the years spent as a researcher on that island, working beneath Saddler, doing things no god would forgive him of. And even then he chose to betray those who trusted him, those who gave him a place to do all manner of unspeakable things. The monsters he created, the lives he helped take, destroying the place he once called home without a second thought. All the families he once knew lost, generations and neighbors and people he once called friends, sacrificed, like lambs to the slaughter as he simply stood by and watched. If there was a low enough level of hell, surely he deserved it- yet just when he thought his time was up, along came Leon, in bright and shining armor to save him from his wicked fate. 

              How it felt like a bad dream he’d suddenly woke from. Standing there in that small hotel room, the days of living in fear, fighting at any given moment, the looming presence of death- all gone in an instant. Now it was just the two of them, and that lingering ache to his body that brought him from his thoughts, eyes flickering to the extended hand before him, bringing a smile to his tired features, crooked and charming despite what lingered in the back of his mind. None of it mattered now- he was safe, and he was alive, all thanks to the man who still offered to help when he didn’t have to do a thing at all. Palm would come to rest in his leather bound hand, that strange stirring of his heart picking up pace in his chest. A touch he longed for, after so many years of being alone. It meant more than he could ever say, his brow knitting at the feeling of safety in another's presence. He couldn’t remember the last time he let his guard down to such a degree, let alone trust someone enough to accept their aid. Yet here he was, walking with him in slow strides toward the bathroom, the sound of his shoes on the clean tiles as he’d caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Tattered, disheveled, dirty, and his white shirt stained with blood down the back. Unable to even recognize himself, a shadow of the man he was so many years ago- the remnants of a once bright eyed man with a hopeful future, now nothing more than the tattered remains of what once was. He’d look toward the wall instead, the intricate floral patterns on each tile as he’d exhale shallowly, unbuttoning the front of his shirt, trying to roll it off his shoulders, feeling the strain of damaged muscles ache in response to him struggling. 

              “You know, you should give yourself more credit where it’s due. Here you are, saving the world, saving Ashley, saving me. You give and give, and never ask for anything in return- and never stop caring, despite the way they all treat you…” He couldn’t imagine what it was like for him, the guilt he felt churning in his stomach, knowing for years how Leon suffered since the incident in Racoon City, knowing he played a hand in the way his life was now. With luck, this mission, helping him out, would set him in a better direction, maybe earn him some easier jobs, peace of mind. “You don’t have to do this by the way- I don’t want to be a burden to you. I’ve already been enough of one as it is- you have your own wound to tend to…” Plenty of cuts and scrapes of his own, his palm especially, which he’d seen clear as day. “I can repay the favor at the very least, let me help you, like you helped me. Then we’ll call it even, ey?”

IT'S PAINFUL TO WATCH, the stiff, yet shaken movements luis made. the wince that would cross his expression with too much movement— the way something as simple as breathing looked so strenuous ( & rightfully so, given everything that'd happened ). it takes a deal of self restraint for him to STAY PUT where he stands a good several feet away, as opposed to rushing in to aid him .. a matter of pride, he supposes, yet not for himself but rather luis; allowing him to manage himself unless help is ASKED FOR ( a fear that he would overstep some unspoken boundary, despite all he'd helped with thus far ). & so instead do hands wring together, the agent's brows coming to furrow in a wince of his own as the slice 'pon his palm threatens to reopen with the gesture; his gaze drifting downwards towards shag carpet of hotel floors.

he listens INTENTLY to words spoken, nodding along in SILENT UNDERSTANDING of words spoken by the older. i'm alive. they're words that draw forth a swell of warmth in his chest, & a feeling of comfort ( or perhaps relief .. maybe a bit of both ). if he were less jaded by everything they'd gone through, he might've even allowed for a smile to cross his lips at the statement, rather than just offering a quiet hum of acknowledgement. his gaze lifts once more, following the path of the spaniard's hand to its place upon his shoulder before redirecting towards opposing gaze ( & faltering towards the smile that spreads 'cross his lips ) .. it only feels right that he offer one back; however brief it may be.

he can't help the scoff that falls betwixt parted lips ( though he's glad it comes out sounding more as though it were a huffed laugh ) at luis' words. soon you'll be home— an american hero. for such an outstanding title it certainly left a BITTER TASTE in his mouth. once more does gaze falter and fall, his brows knitting together as his head bows forward. ❝   yeah .. uh— i don't think this will be much of a story to share.   ❞ much like the events of raccoon city, valdelobos, too, would be a WELL KEPT SECRET; known only in depth ( & to its full extent ) by the three of them. ❝   —i can't imagine it'd be a real hit with the ladies, either.   ❞ voice holds a lick of humour to its tone; an attempt to cover previous sorrow that flooded it.

❝   besides,   ❞ blue eyes raising to peer towards luis once more, finally does he move closer towards him. ❝   i can't take all the credit. lord knows i wouldn't still be here if it weren't for you and ashley.   ❞ & ada, but that would be thanks for another time. with a sigh breathed out through his nose, a glove-clad hand is offered out towards the older. ❝   c'mon— we need to get you cleaned up, and i can take a look at that wound again .. get some new bandaging on there for you, anyway.   ❞

#v: main. #fortrauma

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              It was painful, to say the least, then again, the pain that racked his entire body was far better than the other outcome. To think that death was always licking at his heels, breathing down his neck for so many years that it felt more like a familiar friend, just out of reach- but never out of the realm of possibility. To think that he felt it’s cold grip, and were it not for Leon, chances are he never would have seen the light of day outside that old mine shaft. Never would there be a way to call it even now, the only logical thought in his mind to come close would be to stay with him. Now- and however long he’d let him follow. A silent vow of loyalty, even if it meant trading his life for the sake of the other.

              The breath that fell from him was shallow, light, difficult to inhale too deeply, simply from the pain of his close encounter. The leather jacket still bore a clean and distinct hole from behind, and as he rolled his shoulders to try and shrug off the coat, the shirt beneath it, still stained with old blood that wouldn’t fade. The strain in his jaw, his teeth clenched tight, it was all means to try and keep himself quiet, hoping Leon wouldn’t look his way. Yet silence seemed to speak louder between them, when usually there was none there at all. Like he knew he was struggling, his question was thrown to the wind as he’d move over to the nearby chair tucked into the desk in the corner of the hotel room. He couldn’t help but chuckle, a single breathy laugh, which felt more like a scoff at such a big question for everything they’d endured. Fingers would pause, feeling the hole in his coat- knowing it would have to be thrown out, no way of getting it fixed. The thought left him shaking his head, hair falling in a perfect curtain around his face as he’d turn around, leaning against the wooden back of the seat to brace himself as he’d reply.

              “Never better- I mean, that’s not exactly true. I’m alive, which is good- better than most, given what we just went through… Things were looking a bit rocky there for a bit but–” he’d wince, feeling the pain resonate, rippling through his muscles and leaving his brow pinched with discomfort. “I’d rather be here, hurting, than anywhere else right now. Mierda…” Cursing under his breath, a hand came to his shoulder, squeezing that spot to try and focus on something other than the lingering pain of his knife wound. He’d smile then, attempting to avert the attention to him.

              “And what about you? Soon you’ll be home- an American hero, saving the president’s daughter and all…” Which left the question lingering in the back of his mind, wondering where he would go, what he would do, once Leon and Ashley were gone. “Remember me, when you’re famous and all. The ladies are gonna love you, once you tell them that story…”

BODY ACHES FROM THE PAST DAY'S EVENTS, & now that adrenaline has long since subsided does he fully start to feel it .. he's not a clue where they ended up, off the coast of some small, quaint town ( he'd figure out just where come tomorrow )— for now, he wanted no more than to get some much needed ( & deserved ) rest; he wanted them to get some much deserved rest. it's not the fanciest place he could've chosen— some not-too-shabby, yet charming in it's own way, motel .. but with few options in current vicinity, it'd have to do. just TWO ROOMS to share amongst the three of them ( it was that or one ), he'd allow ashley the privacy of her own just down the hall from them.

buckle clasps keeping tactical pouches secured 'pon his thighs are promptly undone, followed in suit by the one settling at his waist; leon allowing for the gear to drop to the floor with a thud as heavy sigh escapes betwixt parted lips. it's a relief he hadn't expected, the removal of excess weight 'pon overworked body. with a firm kick does he move gear off to the side ( nestled up against the wall would it find its new home ), & soon does his attention shift towards him; blue eyes fixating their gaze upon luis' own battered form.

❝   —how're you holding up ?   ❞ voice is quiet, gentler than it had been in past conversations shared between them; an expression of concern painted clearly 'pon his face.

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#fortrauma #v: main. #slaps this down and runs.

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#   𝑅𝐸𝐷𝟿 .  | an indie, private, and selective blog for LUIS SERRA NAVARRO from the resident evil franchise, featuring an assortment of alternate verses. penned by Grandpa, strictly 21+, est 2021. | 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

#resident evil rp #resident evil roleplay #dbd rp #dead by daylight rp #horror rp #i need new ppl to follow!! #ooc. #sp.

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                            WHAT’S YOUR UNDERLYING MOTIF ?

              the coffee               whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. you aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. you’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? an unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone… I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.

tagged by: @fortrauma ty!!! tagging: @antiibow @moldcursed @pumpkinstabs @lordsrot @lasplaga anyone else who wants to!!

#ooc. #tbd. #dash games. #yes.. this is him.

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“why are you so concerned about me”

              @moldcursed // ask prompts.

              It was a question left lingering in the air between them for some time. A silent guilt, so heavy at times it felt almost tangible, like he could very well taste it on the end of his tongue. In all reality, it may very well have been out of his comprehension- most likely was, given the fact that Redfield wasn’t known to be the most open when it came to the truth. For the fact lay silent between them both: in some twisted way, they were connected by strings of fate, crafted by his own hand. To think, one simple decision years ago would change the lives of so many- a tangled web- a butterfly effect- leading them both to where they were now. Viruses, Las Plagas, the mold itself- all connected- and all the destruction brought to fruition by his hand. So it wasn’t even an option, nor a second thought, the day he walked into his lab. He had to help him, help right the wrongs of so many things he’d done those years ago. It was why, despite what he could do, what he could become, he didn’t flinch nor fear him like so many others- not a monster- but a man, a man who had his life stolen away by things he couldn’t control. 

              It was why he stood by him, even now as he pushed away the helping hand he offered. Why he’d follow, even as he tried to break distance between them. He was hurting in ways no regular person could understand. Why instead he’d give his space, even as he followed him, down long stretching halls of the Umbrella facility, into the cold air where he seemed to try to run just to be free of such a contained space. 

              Instead he said nothing for a long while, waiting for Ethan’s shoulders to settle from their tenseness, the thought still ringing in the back of his mind as he chose to light himself a cigarette. Hands buried into his lab coat, chin lifted toward the sky as he inhaled smoke and released it toward the clouds overhead. “Because you and I- we’re not so different. Physically maybe but…” the cigarette was plucked from his lips, letting out a half shrug as he explained. “We’ve both struggled, and though I can’t say I know exactly what you went through, I know what it’s like to have been a prisoner- not just during the events of what happened, but after. You, with the Bakers- myself well.. That’s a story for another time.” The cigarette was offered his direction, a peace offering, if he was willing to take it. It gave him a chance to focus on him, gray eyes searching for his own blue hues, studying, drinking in the sight of the blonde as if staring at a work of art. Captivated, as his voice grew low, soft and heated as he roamed over his features with a lingering smile dancing on his features.

              “We both have our fair share of scars… and that’s why I want to help you. Help make things right… If you’ll let me.”

#moldcursed #ask. #them them them. #luis in love with him yes ofc.

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↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

#ask meme. #pleaseeeee. #love on luis.

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              @lordsrot starter call.

              It was his footsteps that would break through above anything else- and if he hadn’t heard him from that, surely it would be his presence alone. Even while caught in a thoughtful trance, could the man seem to pull him from his focus, his aura often distracting- or more so alluring- a curious  moth to the flame when he would stop in to grace him with his presence. Not all too common a thing, but such meetings were not taken for granted, bringing about his full attention when the air in the room seemed to shift with his energy. 

              It would be a lie to say he wasn’t fascinated by him. The stories he’d heard about his rise to power, his condition, but also he as a whole. Not the rumored monster growing beneath the mask, but the man he was trying to help- offer his knowledge to him in exchange for his good grace. 

              “Ah, there you are, Señor. Just the man I was thinking of- '' Surely he looked like a mad scientist, a wizard's lair with every bottle of every color and ingredients wall to wall on each shelf. Anything from dragon scales to land octopus innards- there was never a single thing that wasn’t taken into consideration for his condition. Yet he was optimistic about his research, hence his smile, and the way he would shift through the room and piles of books to greet him with a charming bow. “Would you be willing to let me examine you for a while? If you have the time, that is, I think I’m onto something with my latest research- and I would like to get a better grasp on where your condition lies… If you don’t mind.” 

#lordsrot #v: fantasy. #my elden ring brain got me goin brr.

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Serenity | Resident Evil Four

This track always helps me to relax. It’s so calming!

#music.

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              A man of few words, often difficult to please, let alone be shown kindness. It seemed he was one of the lucky ones, to have witnessed sides of him so little ever had the chance to see. Something he’d not take for granted, knowing that at any given moment, he could choose to dispose of him- everyone had their limits, regardless of how knowledgeable they might be. He was no different, he knew that well, walking a fine line of being given a chance and knowing one slip up might end it all. 

              Yet times like these, a part of him wondered if this was his means of small talk, even kindness- since he was far from a man of humor and jest. Opposites, in that regard, but still, despite his firm tone, he couldn’t help but grin, knowing he was the man that held the needle in his arm- the man that helped him day in and day out. He was the man that chose his side over Leon’s back on that island- he put his faith in Wesker, faith that he’d keep his word and help him- and he did. Hence why he’d not hesitate to follow him, seeing how he owed him his life. 

              “I guess it's good thing, to know I haven’t disappointed you yet…” His hands were trained now in this, knowing where to find a vein or the spots that would make his jaw tense. Eyes flickered from his arm, to a gaze shrouded by dark lenses, as if looking for something, some response as he’d inject him. “You know you’ll miss me when that day comes, doing this by yourself- it’ll be less… entertaining, eh?”

@red9 ♡'d for a one-liner from albert wesker !

❝ you've yet to outlive your usefulness. ❞

#ofhatred #idk if u want me to tag ur other blog but! #uro6oros

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

yooooou.

              Giving an uno reverse right back to the best skrunkle man writer <3

#ooc. #ask. #gamblingluck. #ILYSMMMM. #luis and ace holding hands when. #he sacrifices himself for ace i just know it.

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next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

              PATCHING UP WOUNDS // @herosace

              More often than not he was painted a villain, for it was much easier to put hatred to a face and a name rather than a concept that lingered from some years ago. It was something he’d grown accustomed to, knowing that despite the rights he tried to wrong, there would always be those who hated him for a cause he no longer worked for. A ghost from his past he’d never outrun, despite trying time and time again. Yet through the hatred, the cruelty, he held strong- not just for himself, but for the man he’d come to adore. Even as he took to their cause, played by the rules, took up a life of trying to fix what he’d broken so many years ago- there were those that would rather see him dead to avenge those he lost.

              It would happen at the times he’d least expect it. Be it coming and going from work, a midnight coffee break, or even out with his love on a Friday night, attempting a life of normalcy with his partner. Some faces he would know from passing, mainly field men working for the government, or the BSAA, those who took up arms to help the cause to avenge those they lost. It was often those that held anger when they’d learned of his past, thinking that maybe if they raised a fist or had a chance to spit in his direction it would bring peace to the dead that were long since gone.  And what was worse, was that he never knew when it would happen. 

              How it started with a cigarette, the day having shifted to night with hardly any notice as he’d work. It was only when he needed a moment of relief that he’d make his way outside, still in a fine pressed lab coat, name tag on with his lighter twirling in hand. At times he’d forget what significance that red and white logo held as it was engraved into gold. Certainly the last thing on his mind when he’d be approached for a light, another soldier in need of someone with a flame- and how he was more than willing to oblige. Frightening, the way light conversation could quickly turn sour, like watching a flame ignite in a stranger’s eyes, the rage that would overtake them happening in an instant as they’d realize who he was. 

              The rest was always history, ending up on his ass as a flash of white pain would overtake him. A single swift punch, and he’d be laid out on the floor, ears ringing as he’d clutch his bloodied face, scrambling for his lost lighter as he’d take a walk of shame back to his laboratory to smoke in peace. Though blood still stained his lab coat, and his head would ache for a while, at least in there came privacy, attempting to hide what was done before Chris would arrive to drive them home for the night.

              It was the sound of his voice that would raise his head from over the sink, the blood mainly clean from under his nose, lip slightly split as it held the cigarette loosely to a side. Given the chance he’d die with smoke in his lungs, so the sting was hardly noticed as he’d turn to greet the other. Hoping he wouldn’t notice- but the man was far too keen, too quick to catch on. All it took was a weak smile, and the cheery expression he often was met with was quick to disappear off his lover’s face. Concern mainly, as he’d feel him pluck the cigarette from his lips, never wanting to be the cause of the crease between his brows. “It was nothing, a misunderstanding-” so quick to brush off any worries he may have had. Yet still he was adamant, eyes never leaving his, feeling as though he could see right through his playful act to the fear he held inside. What would happen when one day someone would go too far? 

              ‘Next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.’

              Hands raised to gently take hold of his wrists, removing worried hands from his face. Instead he turned, lips meeting his palm in a tender kiss to soothe his troubled mind. “I promise, next time someone tries something, I’ll call you first thing. Then you can come down here, be the big man and scare them off for me. You’re good at that.” To think, he was just one more thing for the man to worry about- he never wanted to be that. Eyes dropped at the thought, attempting to try and shift the mood around to something lighter. “I was hoping you might play nurse for me- help take my mind off the pain for a while. I wasn’t done working- but I’m thinking I’ll cut it short, if you were planning on calling it for the night.” 

#herosace #v: main. #ask.

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                            uno reverse right back at you because ilysm!!!

#ooc. #ask. #deadaim #ILYSM #my ride or die. #my sweet cheese.

[red9]

"What the hell were you thinking?"

              PATCHING UP WOUNDS // @antiibow

              There was not a single thing he would not do for her. To think himself so hopelessly devoted, willing to risk life and limb for someone who saw him as hardly more than a stranger. It was her kindness that stirred such recklessness, to think that not too long ago she would have seen him as the enemy. But she was the reason he was alive, she who trusted him when the rest of the world was so quick to call him a villain. She was the one who gave him a chance, saw him for what he truly was. In all reality, it would have been easier to just let him go, her partner seeming keen on the idea given his history with Umbrella- but she saw what good remained in him, and by some miracle, managed to keep him alive when the world wished him dead.

              He was living on borrowed time anyway, as cruel a thought it might have been. In reality he knew he should have been dead and gone in that village he once called home. Given a second chance at life, making the same mistakes, and it was only she that made him realize he had an opportunity to set things right. All he had to do was make it out alive. 

              And to think, in some strange web of connections, the things he’d done within his time in Umbrella unknowingly ruined her life. It was why she was here, why she risked life and limb for someone like him who was the cause of it all in the first place. He was the reason she was here- so it only made sense in his mind to save her, as if there wasn’t even a choice. A moment of swift action, working side by side to try and reunite with her partner. In a moment the tides would turn, and what seemed like a moment of peace would turn to utter chaos as she was attacked. Simple conversation seemed to move in slow motion- admiring her smile, her laugh, and the Majini that lurked just out of sight. In a moment he took hold of her, pushing her from harm's way, feeling the full swing of a blade as it slashed his shoulder, absorbing a blow that was otherwise made to be fatal for her. Red9 was quick to raise, a few shots ringing out as a body fell to the floor, and then silence as he hadn’t even let her go. Chest heaved as he held her close, felt her breath against his skin where his shirt lay open, and the throbbing pain that was soon to follow with the fresh wound that began to stain his white shirt a dirty crimson tone. 

              'What the hell were you thinking?' Her words rang out, faint, distant, like the ringing from bullets still drowned out reality that had not set in. It was then that his eyes met hers, piercing and bright and filled with concern. A sight that left the faintest smile on his lips, lowering the smoking barrel of the gun and holding her with what strength his arm still carried. “What, you expect me to just stand there and let it happen?” She could scold him all she wanted, it wouldn’t change a thing. “I owe you a hell of a lot more than you owe me, so as I see it- this? This doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” 

#antiibow #v: re5. #ask. #i care them.

[red9]

at least let me look at it.

              PATCHING UP WOUNDS // @fortrauma

              His words were often like this, the way they came across in such a blunt and monotonous way. Like that of a scolding parent, a superior with little patience for someone as witty as he. Complete and total opposites, in that regard, much like the moon and the sun in their respective places in the sky- one bringing light, while the other chased it away. Yet the sun could not live without the moon, nor could a knight be without his squire. After all, every good story, every good hero needed someone at his side to be the voice of reason- and Leon was just that person for him. 

              Why he could not bring himself to be upset at his request, for down inside he knew there was a heart of gold hidden behind a stern façade. The good cop, the hero through and through. No matter how the world destroyed him, somehow he still found compassion in his work. He could have left him, after all, refused his help and found a way without him- but he stayed, helped even, maybe knowing that down inside, he wouldn’t make it on his own. The wound he kept hidden was only evidence of this assumption, trying to keep it covered in hopes he wouldn’t worry him, or see him as dead weight and press on without him. Yet the man was smarter than that, a keen eye and quick to smell blood. Lying would only make it worse between them, why, despite the pinched expression on his face, the crease in his brow showing hesitancy, he offered his arm to him. 

              It happened quickly within their battle, the sheer rush of adrenaline having numbed the pain up until now. The rain had not stopped, leaving them tucked away within a run down house on the outskirts of the village. Serenity, for the time being, and with it the aches and pains of battle creeping up on him like a cold that would settle into the bones. Somewhere within their fight he’d been snagged, be it a kitchen knife or cleaver he wasn’t certain, all he knew was that the glint of a knife had come for him, and all he could do was embrace the blow. Forearm twitched and spasmed as the inside of his coat felt sticky and damp, shrugging off the leather to reveal a blood stained button up, elbow down soaked in blood. 

              “It doesn’t feel as bad as it looks, I can manage.” Yet the more he looked at it, the more the sting began to set in, as if his mind was finally catching up with his body, his hand slightly trembling as it clenched into a fist. “I’ve been through a lot worse, and it’ll take a whole lot worse to stop me from fighting. You don’t have to worry about me, Leon, I promise you that.” 

#fortrauma #ask. #v: main. #themst...