𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝐼𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃

[clairerevfield]

An independent roleplay blog of 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 from the 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 series. Remake based portrayal, unfamiliar with some of the original media. Welcoming and friendly to Alternate Universes / Duplicates / Original Characters.

ABOUT. RULES. VERSES. PROMPTS. PROMO.

[clairerevfield]

Claire was liked among her coworkers in Terrasave. Of course she was. Smart, headstrong, kind. And always with a goal to better the world. She was liked - and she was pitied. She would notice some of the looks from some of her colleagues. They had seen her with her boyfriend. Some researcher, who kept to the backgrounds of the labs. A little too brilliant, though. And a little bit of digging brought a past to light, that no one at Terrasave liked much. They just wanted to warn her. They just were worried for her. And they told her bluntly.

“You should know what he did.”

@arrepentirse

Claire doesn't like the shift through the office. At first people would look at her like some poor kicked dog. She doesn't know how many of her co-workers had initially known she was a survivor of Raccoon City, but after her first day she's pretty certain the news spread like a wildfire through the whole office.

She remembers her skin prickled feeling so many eyes on her. Now the feeling is back, creeping over and making the hairs raise on her arms. She already feels on edge when she's approached with such a blunt attitude. No warm-up or preamble, straight into the shit. It makes her huff a soft laugh of disbelief.

"You should know when to leave well enough alone." Claire steps in close, bordering aggressive intimacy though she hasn't touched them at all. She's just far too close for comfort and whispering to their ear. "Explain everything you know, how you know, and who else you've told. Now." It's evident how someone like good, kind Claire could survive a zombie apocalypse when she demonstrates how she reacts to being backed into a corner.

[clairerevfield]

06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

Non-verbal actions: caring.

There's a lot of silence between them. Claire feels like Jan isn't being upfront about something, not that she can really guess. They flew through... something bad. The transport ship crashed and... that's where her memory falls into a black hole.

She thought she died. Apparently not. Now she's in a makeshift hospital bed, she thinks it's Jan's former cabin, and there's a heavy silence. "So..." She finally speaks up, shifts a little. "I didn't die." That's a start. "Did anyone else...?" Not die...?

[clairerevfield]

05. pacing the room with heavy steps.

Non-verbal actions: anger.

Claire watches each pass from Shauna with quiet interest. She knows better than to comment on those borderline stomping steps, eventually her teammate will swing around and spit it out. For now it's like watching a wolf trapped in a cage.

Though even Claire Redfield has her limits. Finally she tosses her hands up. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Her own boots land on the wooden floor with an actual stomp. "If you're not going to say anything, YELL! GET IT OUT!" Something! Anything that isn't aggressive steps that leave her stewing in the mystery — what was wrong??

[clairerevfield]

cups claire's face with both hands + presses a kiss to her forehead in silence. — Leon

Non-verbal actions: love.

Claire nestles into Leon's rough palms. He can't help the callouses, a mark of his very active duty. She doesn't mind them, anyway. They're him. It's a comfort to be held by hands that love her. Before she can sink too much into that feeling alone, he moves in closer and she closes her eyes.

That kiss to her forehead blooms an immediate smile. She exhales a happy breath. Her lashes open again and she blinks up at him, eyes soft and full of love. After a moment she turns her own head to kiss at one of his palms.

[clairerevfield]

Spinning her around with no warning in a hug.

Non-verbal actions: happiness.

Claire clutches her hair. It's something like a crazed laugh bubbling from her chest. They survived. They actually — they walked away from a plane crash, that should have been the end, they should have been burnt to a crisp in this icy tundra.

Steve grapples her in a hug and spins, and her laughter picks up, briefly louder as she holds onto his shoulders. "Holy shit! We're not ghosts, right?! I do NOT want to be stuck haunting Antarctica."

[clairerevfield]

spins the other around without warning in a hug.

Non-verbal actions: happiness.

Claire watches Luis' advance. The hug she expects, but being lifted from the ground draws out a surprised exclamation and a trailing laugh as he spins her around. She almost tells him to stop it in the same tone he lightly uses.

Instead she wraps her arms around him and clings on tightly with a small kick of her feet. Her head tips back and she relaxes into the moment. Her body is no longer tense, she simply melts and trusts in Luis to deliver back to the ground safely.

"Nice to see you too, Señor~"

[clairerevfield]

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.

Non-verbal actions: caring.

Claire isn't quite asleep. She's blinking heavily, and more often. Her head threatens to lull forward but she pulls it back up again. She won't admit to waiting up for Chris — but she's waiting up for Chris. He can't pick and choose when he's called into his workplace, he just has to go.

Usually, that's fine.

Usually, Claire thrives in the independence of having no other guardian. Both parents are in the dirt and their spirits haven't managed to haunt her ass yet, she's exempt from punishment with no one around to witness her misbehaving as she pleases. If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it make a sound?

But there's something different. Call it a gut feeling. Chris is called out, and she waits for him. There's a small, irrational thought in her mind before she nods off, before she can feel the weight of the blanket around her — is she going to be alone in the world someday?

[clairerevfield]

"Can I offer you my coffee in this trying time?"

The 'trying time' is Monday. It's still nice and hot. Probably a terrible breakfast choice, but.

"I even got you your own straw!"

It's red. Like her!

"God. Please." Out of context it might sound like sarcasm, but Claire's tone is desperately sincere. She makes a grabbing hand motion and is surprised by the her-colour straw. It's... such a nice and thoughtful detail, where Ashley had fully considered this moment.

She knew she was going to offer this, before she offers. She prepares for the 'yes' with a kind gesture that gives Claire a brief moment of pause. The tiredness bleeds out and in its place a fond warmth blooms with a forming smile.

"... never change. You're such a sweetheart, Miss Ashley." The sip she takes is a slow and measured one. She's not so rude as to drink most of the offered drink in an uncivilised gulp. There's a sigh of relief as her shoulders sag. "I need that recipe. I don't know nothin' about no coffee." Other than how to drink it straight out of the pot during desperate times.

[clairerevfield]

It was innocent – this time.

How Luis laid next to her and seemingly just mustered her face. Intently. Though then he moved – careful. Gentle, his fingerpads just barely touching over the bridge of her nose, following along till the tip. And his smile grew at that.

“The swoop of your nose…”, he mumbled seemingly gleeful, before coming closer and placing a kiss on her forehead, his hand now cupping her face sweetly.

“I love it.”

Claire nestles in close and cozy with Luis. It's nice, to simply relax into a moment... she's just as much to blame, if not more-so, considering her penchant for draping herself over him. Innocent cuddles soon lose innocence once the kisses start.

This, though? This is nice.

A smile barely touches her lips. The expression widens when Luis' movement is feather-soft and absolutely not what she predicts. His words even more of a surprise.

"The swoop." She repeats, eyes closing and smile widening to a grin when he kisses her and holds her so nicely. She's been told so many times before that she's tough. That she can handle a lot. While true, it doesn't mean she craves this gentleness any less.

Her eyes crease from how much she smiles. There's the same amount of hesitance from her own touch, lingering before she commits to pressing her finger to his nose, gently tracing a path down. "Mh... if my nose is a swoop, does that mean yours is danger?"

[arrepentirse]

“Not just!”, Luis protests immediately, before he can clock the sarcasm she is using against him. Usually, he easily carried along with such in a conversation… but today was different. Today was an absolute shitshow, if he was being honest.

At least she give shim a second chance to catch up. She… seemed way too relaxed with all this.

Luis stares at her for a moment, then there is a slight little chuckle, full of disbelief.

“You should’ve told me it’s a date, señorita… I would’ve brought you flowers and dressed nicer, if I had known.”

Shaking his head a little, it does nothing to shake of the grin on his face. Looking towards the bus’ front again, Luis’ thoughts have the chance to circle back to what he had just gone through, though. And for the next bit, his voice drops to a whisper.

“You were right… they followed me to my apartment. I mean, they arrived there, when I was leaving… they didn’t see me. But. Joder. This could’ve gone so bad.”

Driving a hand through his hair, Luis looks a little lost, his eyes unsteady. It was hard to believe, what was going on. And he was even missing the most vital information.

“Where are we even headed to? What’s the plan?”

[clairerevfield]

Claire flashes a grin and raises her eyebrows in a quick gesture. "Surpriiiise." It's one hell of a first date. "Don't lie, you wouldn't waste flowers on some rude American." She looks forward rather than maintaining a familiar level of eye contact with him Tries to avoid staring at that grinning expression, it's a bit like staring directly into the sun... no good can come of it.

Her head involuntarily tosses from the movement of the bus. It's a rattling old thing. She presses the cold pack to her smarting nose for all of three seconds before the movement causes her to bump it too harshly. She pulls a face, nope, and wordlessly looks back to him when he lowers his voice to a whisper.

The sense of ease starts to seep out. His words remind her that she has her boots on top of Umbrella's latest in a line-up of bioorganic weapon series and that she would have abandoned it in the event that Luis was a no-show. She doesn't say that part out loud.

"... that was too close." Claire wants to say that they fucked up. Instead she holds up her ticket stub and taps Toulouse. "There's a cheap hotel I scoped out that will take cash. It'll be like a safe house, at least for a little while. I planned to rent a car to get into Spain and down to Barcelona to leave via a ship there, but... I kind of planned to have Chris with me. I don't know what to do."

After a beat of silence, she reaches and places the cold pack direct on Luis' forehead with a harmless slap. "You're the brains. What's your plan?"

[doomcomes]

*. It chose @clairerevfield for a Short Starter!

The college doors and gates had been closed off for hours, everyone that wanted to leave was promptly sent back in. Despite the seeming importance and severity of whatever the situation was, the student body had been yet to be informed of what was going on.

Among the uneasy students waiting to be let out of campus was Shauna, saving the notes and materials she had been using for her lab class. She'd placed her backpack on a table where a fellow student sat, probably, waiting to be let out as well. She turns to her, finally recognizing that she was one of the Redfields. Everyone knew them, one way or another... which made Shauna feel really uncool for not befriending them before. But she could change that now.

"What do you think is going on? I vote zombie apocalypse or something." Shauna starts the conversation, hoping the other was in the mood for idle chatter. They definitely had time to kill.

[clairerevfield]

Claire doesn't know what's happening, and she is far too calm about it. There is an uneasy buzz of tension and a lot of aggression spiking in intermittent mini-events. The funniest was watching someone throw their burrito at the closed iron gate like that would solve anything.

For all of the fuss, nothing changed. The smart ones just snuck out over the quieter stretches of the campus fence. She half-considers it too, but it looks like campus security have a police car patrolling. Sure, she could make a wild dash for her bike, but where would be go pumped up full of adrenaline? Her plans were mundane and she's kind of looking for an out anyway, she has to grab some dorm-suitable groceries though she thinks she still has enough snack food to save her the hassle. On the other hand, it's a once-in-a-lifetime shitshow to witness, whatever it is.

"Mmh." Claire hums without turning her head yet. "Hope not, I'm not wearing a cunty enough outfit." She looks and recognises the other young woman, a friend of a friend kind of college connection. Shauna, right? "I hope it's an escaped local psycho, I am wearing my final girl boots."

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[clairerevfield]

Oughuughh,,, stop beign nice to me...

[clairerevfield]

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝; 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!

Independent 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 from the 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 series. Remake based portrayal. Written by Muddy. Welcoming and friendly to AUs / Duplicates / OCs.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT *  i wrote these with the implication that the sender doesn't say a word before they perform the action. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ tug ] sender tugs receiver behind them during a tense moment

[ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second

[ tuck ] sender stares at receiver and quietly reaches up, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity

[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over

[ walk ] sender moves around receiver and walks closest to the street as they travel down the sidewalk, keeping receiver away from any potential danger in the roadway

[ untied ] sender drops to their knee and starts tying receiver's shoe for them

[ spoon ] sender lifts a spoon towards receiver's mouth, encouraging them to eat

[ trace ] sender traces receiver's lips with their thumb

[ pin ] sender pins receiver to a tucked-away spot in the shadows to avoid being caught

[ neck ] without a word, sender dips down to receiver's throat and kisses them soundly

[ handheld ] sender slips a hand behind their back and grabs receiver's fingers as they stand behind them

[ carry ] without asking, sender takes receiver's heavy bags from them and carries them

[ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink and holds it to their lips, insisting they take a drink

[ reload ] sender reloads receiver's gun for them in the middle of a fight

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shelter receiver from an explosion or attack

[ carry ] sender picks up receiver and carries them off the battlefield and into a safe spot before running back to the fight

[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)

[ stairs ] sender offers out a hand to help receiver ascend or descend a staircase

[ cover ] sender covers receiver's eyes so they don't witness something gruesome

[ fix ] sender comes up to receiver and fixes their collar and/or tie

[ shake ] to convince receiver not to do something, sender hastily shakes their head from a distance

[ watch ] from a distance, sender taps on their watch to show receiver they're running out of time

[ i'll go ] sender gently pushes receiver back, taking charge and insisting they will handle the dangerous task

[ reach ] through a locked gate, sender reaches for receiver's hand

[ ship ] as receiver's ship takes off from the planet, sender waves to them from the ground and watches them leave

[ protect ] after someone threatens receiver, sender rushes over and gets right in their face to protect them

[ punch ] after someone attacks receiver, sender rushes over and punches them in retaliation

[ nip ] sender playfully nips at receiver's neck

[ knuckles ] sender kisses receiver's knuckles in a polite gesture

[ squeeze ] sender gives receiver's butt a playful squeeze from behind

[ danger ] as an all-powerful receiver is about to lose control of their powers and cause massive damage, sender finds their eyes and tries to talk them down

[ goodbye ] without saying a word, sender approaches receiver and kisses them goodbye

[ wipe ] sender wipes a tear from receiver's face

[ location ] without saying anything and giving away the surprise, sender takes receiver to a secret spot

[ hold back ] sender has to hold back receiver from attacking someone

[ game ] sender lets receiver win a game they're playing

[ shower ] sender joins receiver in the shower they're taking

[clairerevfield]

Me upon seeing this blog:

Isn't she lovely, isn't she won-der-ful?