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@forgotten-retrouvaille ↳ vendetta era starter.
the dealings of the bsaa aren't particularly any of leon's business. while the dso and them have similar goals, cross work doesn't tend to present itself unless absolutely necessary. he receives information when needed, and otherwise the two remain amicable. that being said, he recalls hearing a few things regarding one JILL VALENTINE a few years prior, back before the dso was formed, and he was instead USSTRATCOM'S ATTACK DOG. and even further before that, her name haunted the depths of the raccoon city police department. a smiling face on a s.t.a.r.s photo, that he can recall perusing in a brief escape from halls littered with horror beyond what one twenty-year old rookie could properly understand.
her existence wasn't one he expected to hear brought up again upon his agreement to help chris and rebecca with arias, she's been a mere enigma within his life, but then again the whole point of drinking your days away is to keep expectations and thoughts at bay. the whole situation was convoluted, as are many things for leon, and he's thankful for the whiskey still settling within his veins for keeping him drumming along.
but he supposes that isn't an entirely fair assessment- he's mostly sober now. and if the situation were slightly less dire, the agent would be itching for another drink in order to keep the hangover, that no doubt wants to form, from transpiring. rebecca's life is on the line, as is most of new york city's, so that'll have to wait. he'll absolutely have earned a celebratory glass once this is all wrapped up. maybe he'll even be feeling generous enough to invite their ragtag team along.
𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.
hunnigan's voice springs to life within his ear, sharp across the roar of his motorcycle veering against lanes. a quick confirmation on leon's end, before brief static as the two connect. " well, well, well, what a lovely surprise this is, " tone, while sarcastic, is poised with a smile biting at his lips. " jill valentine, i was wondering if we'd ever get to meet. "
Claire leaned in, guided by nothing but the quiet swell of her heart — gently pressing her lips to his temple in an unprompted act of affection.
leon has never believed himself deserving of anything gentle. he is a man of action- callused hands, and countless scars etching themselves alongside his body as the years drag on. a form built and perfectly tuned to take down b.o.w's singlehandedly. always alone in his approach, a singular wolf with enough bark AND bite to back up what other's might claim he lacks in appearance. a part of him believes that no matter how hard he pushes himself, he will never fit the mold every 'employer' has been quick to try and strangle him into.
though claire has never made him feel as though his hackles should remain up, even when his very existence is begging for rest, nor should he be anything other than himself. her presence elicits the peace of what having a TRUSTED COMPANION can be like. life does not always have to be tearing, biting, and clawing your way to safety. there can be moments of tranquility, the barking dog silenced in the face of love.
their kitchen counter is a hodgepodge of mail (both unopened and otherwise), dishes, a bundle of bananas ready to be pulled apart for a quick breakfast, and now two mugs of piping hot coffee. controlled chaos for an early morning whirlwind of two people attempting to get out the door in a timely manner. it's achingly mundane, a thought leon has to bite back a smile as a result of. they don't have time for much more, and yet here claire is, making the time.
her lips muse his hair as they press a gentle kiss to his temple, that fought against smile teetering out. perhaps the gentleness he thought himself undeserving of was merely a result of claire redfield not properly being by his side yet. " a kiss before coffee? " shifting to return the favor, his own lips find the swell of her cheek, as it has so many times before. " someone's in a good mood this morning. "
❤︎ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within. UPDATED 02/25 ! )
finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.
pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).
kissing your lover to show you forgive them.
a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.
an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.
wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.
a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.
a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.
a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.
a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.
a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.
biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.
heated kisses while tugging on their hair.
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.
a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.
standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.
kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.
a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.
a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.
kissing your lover to take away their pain.
colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.
a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.
a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.
an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight.
a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.
kissing them to shut them up.
urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.
kissing your lover just above their waistband.
kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.
a possessive kiss to stake a claim.
a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.
kissing the top of their head as you hold them.
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.
a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.
a kiss that means absolutely nothing.
kissing the swell of your lover's breast.
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.
sensual kisses down the length of their back.
kissing them to confess your true feelings.
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.
an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.
an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.
kissing your partner after they've given you head.
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.
a kiss after receiving good news.
an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.
a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends.
a kiss shared between enemies during combat.
a kiss that smears blood everywhere.
kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.
kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.
a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort.
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.
kisses while pulling them into your lap.
a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.
a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.
holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.
a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.
sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.
okay, perhaps like this for a small starter set within the vendetta era
q: what kind of herb are you? a: dandelion
you grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. you are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours.
you are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. you're safe. nothing will ever hurt you again. you're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you.
you are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. you are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.
tagged by: @houndw0lf (thank you! <3) tagging: @harleyridin @licanthropic @herslaughter and anyone else who'd like to do this!
happy pride month from leon and i! <33
someone take leon to play laser tag or paintball. i think he'd have so much fun
i think leon deserves to be a little evil. as a treat <33
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“ no one told us we'd be having a guest . valentina doesn't know you're here , does she ? ” @attckdog
valentina is of no interest to leon. truthfully, [ SENTRY ] isn't, either. his job was being tasked with infiltrating the tower* (*previously branded as stark, and then later avengers), gathering intel, and ultimately getting the fuck out before anyone could catch on. the duo in which all of this pertains to means nothing to leon, personally. a job is a job.
though when has a plan ever gone accordingly for him?
his fingers hover over the computer's keyboard, a manilla folder propped open to his side- information at his disposal, and yet he can already foresee himself batting zero. " the door was unlocked, so i let myself in. " he doesn't reach for his weapon, instead he goes to shuffle the folder into the crook of his arm, before fingers pry a usb from the side of the computer, the small item dropped into his pocket for safekeeping. everything he needs for a pat on the back. " valentina may know by now. that or she needs to invest in better security. . . not that it really matters, because i was actually just on my way out. "
leon with one ear pierced... thoughts are being thunk
just saw art of leon in a saw trap and am now Thinking
❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜
the rain spurred quickly. sunny skies until the duo's trek ran far enough away from the safety of the indoors to retreat back. then darkened clouds began their roll in, and the sky all but opened up. it was supposed to be romantic, a walk, hands almost connected, but leave it to fate to want to intervene. luckily claire's tone seems anything but angry, and the way in which her hair now clings to her face has leon's smile turning a bit too bright for such a situation.
" just like all the best movies, " he's peeling off his jacket, his frame already soaked, might as well succumb further. shifting closer to claire's side, the fabric is held above her head, a makeshift umbrella carefully keeping her as dry as it can. " there's a bar not too far up ahead that we can hide out in until this calms down- bet i can beat you at a game of darts. "
❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜
it's a simple question, and yet it sparks a small shift of frustration within leon. not as a result of kit's curiosity, merely the fact that no, he hasn't found the allusive being he's been looking for. days are bleeding together, and the stench of failure is soaking into the way in which his shoulders tightly shrug. " not yet. " an attempt to soften his voice, not wanting to appear ungrateful for the presence of an OLD FRIEND in the midst of his usual chaos. " whatever this is really wants to keep making their raggedy ann's, because they're covering their tracks damn well. " spoken while eyes glance over the shops shelves, hand hovering above what's sure to be a historic doll, though stops itself from touching, not wanting to disrupt the order in which things are presented. " but it's only a matter of time until i find an in. "
( I'M A BYSTANDER TO THIS MESS I CREATED . . . )
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