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@claisave
independent. rp blog for 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝, the story of a survivor and protector, as written by milla, 30, she/her. ♡ please read the rules before interacting : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 | est. -18 as clairedwings, revived -26.
often found in the company of ; @govrnsword , @replicae , @rhodeshillcare
headcanon driven, fluctuating activity, here for nostalgia and chill writing. ♡
a deep breath. ❝ call me whatever you like, but if you'll go and disrespect flowergirls, know that you're one small minded son of a bitch. get pricked. ❞
alright, so ! busy weeks behind, now i'll have more time for nice things ♡ i'll be replying to threads and asks from a lil while back, i hope they'll still bring you joy even if you've had to wait. sending some writing vibes to everyone ♡
@xbeautifulxlie ━━★ Private , selective , independent portrayal of ADA WONG from Resident Evil.In a study of deception , survival, identity , sacrifice, loneliness, and grief. Penned by Nixx. (She/Her | 21+ only) Please read the rules.
chris watched her settle in, wondering why she'd decided to come earlier than they'd talked about but not particularly caring, either. "is it so wrong to watch some television and try to nap in my own home?" despite the words he grinned at her, smile only growing wider when he saw what she held in her hand. "so what, now you're bribing me?" he paused. "it's working." though the bribe was unnecessary; claire was always welcome and never needed a reason. chris was admittedly happy to see her a little sooner. they'd spent so much time together that chris missed her when she was busy and enjoyed having her around. his apartment was a complete mess and he'd been intending to clean up just a little, but it wasn't like claire didn't know how he was.
he took the tape and stood up, joints popping from how long he'd been sitting on the couch. or maybe he was just getting old. but he squatted down in front of the television and started fiddling with it so that they could start the movie whenever they wanted. "you want to order a pizza? just get the usual. i have some coke in the fridge already." he paused, then added, "and get whatever else you want, too." he had more money than he knew what to do with nowadays, and it was nice being able to buy things they hadn't been able to afford before. "their mozzerella sticks are really fucking good."
with the movie ready to go, chris settled back down onto the couch but this time with room for claire. "are you going to tell me why you're early, or am i just going to have to assume you missed me so much you couldn't stay away?"
a grin of well earned victory graced her mouth as she raised her hands and fired a pair of playful finger guns, ❝ see, gotcha ! ❞ truthfully speaking, he would've had a valid reason to both feel and express real 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 over pretty much anybody barging in uninvited on his evening off duty, but claire had the younger sister's privilege on her side and she was unafraid to use it in moments of either want or need — not too often for it to have become a habit, but nevertheless. ❝ after surviving the thursday traffic before reaching rc's main street ? i'm not gonna lie, that does sound kinda awesome. ❞ she'd missed him more than she should, for complete independence had become something akin to an achievement waiting for every young adult on the highest possible pedestal, but in many ways their family dynamics weren't comparable to the average.
after telling chris to wait for the explanation behind her sudden appearance, a good ten minutes passed with claire changing to her soft flannel pajamas in the bathroom and ordering their go-to pizza's, as well as the highly praised mozzarella sticks. she left her collection of saved 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 to the kitchen counter, fully prepared to pay for her half of their food, before heading for the couch and conquering the other end of its comfort. with the movie all set and ready to go, there was one more obstacle to cross; the reason for her early arrival.
crossing her legs, she freed her hair from their too tight ponytail and allowed her shoulders to relax. ❝ long story short ❞, she began with her chin tilting upwards, ❝ i might've punched one guy in the face when he grabbed me by the jacket. after i told him i'm not interested in whatever party he and his friends were gonna host tonight, y'know. slimy bastards. these friends of his just laughed and agreed to drag him away, sure, but i wasn't feeling like seeing any of them tomorrow. so here i am. ❞ a smile 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 her lips, ❝ can't say that i'm proud of that right hook, but... anyways, how was your day ? ❞
hello my fellow survivors, i'll be here working on my drafts tomorrow ♡ and just so you know: you matter, you're important and we love having you on our dashes. we truly don't expect nor want perfection, we want to see your interpretation and for you to enjoy spending your free time by being here. this isn't a competition but an opportunity to meet people who also enjoy this piece of the rpc universe. so thank you so much for being here, for your posts are undoubtedly making someone smile. ♡
* wiping my tears * just... thank you for being here, too. really. this message means the world to me ♡ and what comes to friendliness, you deserve nothing less. thank you so, so much for making this platform much brighter and welcoming than some cynics might think. you're amazing ♡
"My apologies, Miss Redfield. Chris is on duty this evening. Is there something I can do for you?" Wesker was back in the late hours of the S.T.A.R.S. office, most of the lights out except where he was seated. Even that was dim, though the usual pair of sunglasses he wore were set aside in the dimmer night light, his blue eyes in Claire. Chris was a proud brother, so naturally--even without delving into personal files--Albert knew all about the younger sister. (I hope this is okay to toss him at you~)
a moment passed with claire's lips parting and closing again, one hand's grip of her backpack's left strap tightening before she released the least theatrical and somewhat disappointed pair of letters, ❝ ... oh. ❞ even though she'd been fully aware of the 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 demanding responsibilities that came with her brother's position within the ranks of S.T.A.R.S, she was still just a human being, unable to prevent feelings from flooding in. shifting her weight to one leg, she leaned her side against the private office nook's door frame, and offered a halfhearted smile to the captain and his striking blues that rivaled with the color of her own eyes, ❝ just claire. figured something was going on, i tried to call him from the gas station. ❞ now she had a good reason for him not picking up, at least.
exhaling soundly through her nose, the younger redfield glanced to the side and towards a very familiar looking leather jacket hanging on the wall, lingering there for a breath or two. had it not been a late spring's friday evening with her already being on the move with near empty batteries, she'd likely said her goodbyes and either left to find a place to eat or simply headed to chris' place to sleep. she wasn't lacking willpower but a mortal body had its limitations and hers was in a desperate need for two things; something to eat and a spot for resting her legs.
❝ i assume you can't really tell me where he is or when he should be back ❞, she thought out loud before offering another smile, guiding her free hand to feel the pockets of her jeans in hopes of finding some coins. ❝ there's one thing though. do you happen to know any nearby places that could be open at this hour ? ❞ cheap ones, preferably — an 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 she made only mentally. the little she knew about the man sitting behind his desk suggested that he didn't necessarily need to think about whether or not he'd have the money for a pizza.
hells, did people like him even go for greasy pizza's ? despite the limited light claire could've sworn his skin looked better than hers.
When they chose the route less taken by peers, they did so with the intention of reclaiming their future. That they refused to let darkness engulf what existence remained between outbreaks and recovery efforts. It was their radical act of love and hope, and like all efforts it didn't come easy. Tribulations tested their marriage ── tested their convictions ── all the while remaining in the line of duty with gritted teeth. And despite having every reason to turn their backs in the wake of tragedy , they still defended life with all the suffering and misfortunes that accompanied it, ── and for that they were rewarded.
Olivia's welcome was a gift. A gift they didn't take for granted ── and a luck they didn't push. Given the privilege of parenthood was more than they could ask for as is. So the conversation was swift and the terms and agreements stood. If Olive was their one and only, so be it. Not like they were vying for a big family to begin with, so the idea was an easy surrender. Regardless, their family was large through different flavors via an overabundance of aunts and uncles a single child could ever need.
── While they weren't actively trying . . . they weren't necessarily preventing either. It didn't even occur as an afterthought til now. In retrospect, the amount of quick entanglements did uptick ── who could blame him? Leon had to make time off count .
So when Claire stands before him with her grand reveal── Leon is dumbstruck. They were having another baby. Another baby. Leon couldn't believe it. ❝ ── Holy shit... ❞ Unaware he was holding his breath it fell out with awe. This was really happening?
Careful to not let excitement completely take over, strong arms curl around Claire's waist ── firm but gently ── tying the couple close. Laughter bubbling out of the agent. Overwhelming joy was hard to restrain as he lifted her off her feet in an embrace. They were far older now, but it was moments like this where that young rookie made his appearance.
❝ I'll be sure to keep the fridge stocked with all the mint ice cream you want. ❞ Words muffled as he spoke close into red locks. Pressing a kiss to the auburns temple, Leon eased her feet back to solid ground. It was obvious excitement was singing in Kennedy's veins by the beaming grin and hands tangibly seeking touch.
❝ After a tenth re-run, I have a feeling I know how it goes ── ❞ He chuckled. Blonde locks following as Leon gave a once over to their little ollie; attention still snatched by vibrant colors and patient voices. Subtly lowering his voice Leon broached the next move, ❝ Should we... wait to tell her ? ❞
when had she not been the one to pick up the torch and keep pushing forward in order to do what was right, even if pieces of her own health could be at stake ? it'd been an easy 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 to make over and over again when it had only been about her, or when she'd been trying to find and save those who she considered family. past dangers weren't something claire wanted to linger on for any longer than necessary, but a certain decision made with her loved one had required some glances towards what'd once been; choosing life hadn't been possible for some who they'd both known, but him and her still could.
having olivia had been no less than a wonderful miracle, and it'd taken a long time for claire to even dare dreaming about welcoming another child. still, once her and leon had decided to let it happen if it was meant to, she'd found herself hoping for it enough to pay just a little more attention to some markings in her calendar. and with the agent having more time off than he usually did, well... they'd undoubtedly made every moment count. 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, the third positive test she'd made before booking an appointment to the clinic had caught her completely off guard. it'd felt too unreal and terribly fragile, as if all could end if she'd do as much as step outside the upstairs bathroom.
but it hadn't. it hadn't, and witnessing the light of pure happiness finding leon's tired eyes made the weight of quiet worrying suddenly shift away, filling her chest with relief and anticipation instead. with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his pulling her into a warm embrace, they were all safe. she was safe.
❝ gosh, seriously. watch your fucking language, babe... ❞ she teased in a soft chuckle which led to her welcoming another wave of realization, one that made her lip quiver while she nuzzled his neck. what she murmured next was nothing more and nothing less than a 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 thank you. a sweet promise was one thing, and preventing the smart little olive from finding a stash of treats would surely become mr. kennedy's most challenging mission yet.
once her feet met the floor again, claire planted a kiss to the corner of leon's mouth before allowing her gaze to shift to their beloved beam of light whose pair of bright eyes were still very intently fixed at the television screen. ❝ a little yeah, i'd say. what do you think ? ❞ keeping her voice hushed, she added, ❝ maybe we could make it, you know, a lil' bit more about her kind of thing. ❞ in her opinion, a miracle in the shape of a girl deserved nothing less than truths and recognition. while still holding his hands, her thumbs gently stroked his knuckles and she pondered, ❝ i don't know if there's a right or wrong way to do it but since she's been hoping for it, maybe we could have a ' big sis talk ', whatever that means. ❞
when the sounds of the doorbell ringing reached the trio and the youngest one bolted up to run and meet jill, claire grabbed the remote control and offered leon a playful 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤. ❝ go on, dada. the t-rex backpack is in her room. i'll prep us some soda and gather all the blankets here in the meantime. ❞
❝ ...huh. ❞ red's in the name, babey.
“ OF COURSE, " she cackled in agreement jokingly.
Not that she actually agreed, because that was a silly outdated thing, but it was rather funny - and to be honest, Edward was kind of a freak. If she were Charlie, she would probably also passive-aggressively clean a gun at him. Or aim it at him and tell him to stay the fuck away from her daughter because he was a total freak from a freaky little family of anemic, young looking weirdos.
“ - I'd like him to point a gun at me, ” she cackled louder, turning just enough so Claire could see her wiggle her eyebrows suggestively.
“ I do love an older man in uniform with some authority - ” she continued, trying not to laugh too hard and take away from the movie.
Not that she would be taking away too much. The movie was insanely silly and had more holes than a back road in the middle of the Alaskan nowhere. Seriously, what kind of fever dream were the writers on when they greenlit this movie from whatever hell book a mormon woman had decided to publish to the unfortunate masses.
Ah well, at least it had made for great, meme-able momements.
truthfully speaking, claire wasn't the one to criticize anybody who felt butterflies in their stomachs upon seeing attractive people who simply happened to be older — that, or both born before herself and 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 in positions of relative power. it might be true she didn't know even a half of grace's story so far, but she'd learned early on that her preferences aligned with many of those which claire was able to recognize in her younger self, and perhaps in her present being alike. could it be called the syndrome of broken girls ? should the truth be of whatever kind, grace's statement brought a new curve of a smile on her lips and she was more than happy to tease the girl about it. and goodness, if that little wiggle of eyebrows wasn't basically as good as a written invitation to a new conversation !
❝ my, how scandalous... i would've never guessed ❞, claire weaved with a playful hint in her smile, the sounds of this iconic movie adaptation muffling within her mind to the background, ❝ your eyes light up every time an uniform hits the screen, you know. ❞ saying the 90's biker girl hadn't found something appealing in the figures of 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 in her early years regardless of being quite a rebel herself, would've made a poor lie, until the infamous events that'd taken place in a particularly fateful and gory september night.
❝ so. jokes aside, have you found anyone with the potential of becoming a part of your life, hm ? ❞ be it the motherly or the sisterly care stirring in the back of her mind in its usual intensity, she was 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 nevertheless and wanted to know if there was someone special in grace's heart. she nudged the younger one's arm teasingly with her elbow, ❝ uniform or not. ❞
❝ Is this what you wanted? Me, like this, ruining you? ❞ + [ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
what'd began as a genuine sound of half a laughter in the back of her throat, meant as a reply to his somewhat poetic groan, turned into a quivering exhale along the way and was 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 followed by a series of rhythmic gasps. claire wasn't the one to feel heat coloring her features too easily, for such tended to take place only during bursts of frustration or while exercising — in the moment neither of those applied, or perhaps the latter did, in a way. nevertheless, a rosy flush burned on her freckled cheeks now, a reaction as inescapable and demanding as the pressure once again building in her lower abdomen.
hello ♡ back to writing properly tomorrow, thank you for your patience, as always ! and here's a little reminder in case you need to hear it: you're needed and wanted here, and there's always someone out here who's happy to see you posting regardless of how often and what about. nobody can replace you because there is only one you, and as long as you like telling your muse/s' stories through writing, editing, drawing and so on, you're already doing enough. ♡
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Raising a sibling / Managing grief, trauma, depression / Recovering from abuse. / The cycle of revenge. / A caregiver with no dependent. / Being bestowed with great power but no control. / Moving on.
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"You wouldn't be the only one looking for her."
It was an offhanded comment, to be sure, but there were clearly connotations hidden in each syllable; he girl had a target on her back. And though Victor was not entirely bothered by it (let the pieces fall where they may), it was a kindness that he should be mentioning this at all. There was no falsehood when he said, "I should like to meet the young miss, one day. There is an interesting history behind that young lady."
He laughed, a chuffed sort of sound as he locked up some of the acids he kept. For medical use, of course. Great for cauterizing wounds quickly, in a pinch.
"Of course, she must have told you."
Sowing the seeds of doubt, of chaos? Perhaps, but iut wasn't like he was lying after all. It didn't matter if one worked on the human body, or on the plants sitting outside the door, every researcher, every scientist had their secrets, their skeletons that they hid from polite society. And mayhaps Emiya Fujimaru's research could have been deemed innocent enough, but it was simply more fun seeing doubt play on the features of others, the sting of betrayal and disbelief as they came to their own conclusions.
Victor's monstrousness was not in his appearance, but in how he handled other people.
As Victor spoke, he got closer and closer to the intruder, his foot falls softer than a kitten's step. There was no need to rush, nor to make the floor tremble and rumble, though it would have been so easy to do, to act as any other tyrant-like being as he had become. And the closer he got, the more apparent his appearance was less human and more closer to the things Claire had likely come across outside. Leaning a bit, almost looming over Claire ans he introduced himself.
"I am Dr Victor Gideon. And you must be the Redfield of the situation."
surely enough there had to be more to the flowergirl's story, so much more than whatever she had been able to put together during the hours that'd flown by in a somewhat chaotic pace. having grown up to be a woman who trusted in her intuition, claire was sure that the 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 pressing in the back of emiya's mind, as well as the ones that'd originally brought her to the heart of wrenwood's ruined peace, were stemming from something of importance and goodness. should she be wrong about these assumptions, some introspection might be in order... for now, however, her focus was on the doctor doom and his almost nonchalant tone.
❝ you sure do seem to know quite a lot of people before even meeting them ❞, she offered in turn, her head tilting slightly to the side while her hands remained steady and her feet faithful to their previously claimed spot, ❝ not to deem you a stalker, of course. though i believe doctors in general tend to be a little weird. no offense. ❞ claire herself had undoubtedly seen enough guts and other matters that should be on the inside of a body rather than splattered all across the surrounding surfaces, and to imagine somebody could somehow be fascinated by such things ? 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 questionable. then again, all kinds of saviors were needed in times like these and none of her past pains should make her resent gifted healers. this doctor towering over her mustn't be one of them, at least not today.
while not exactly the ordinary protagonist of a horror movie, she was still very much a human being, and so the closeness of a frankenstein'ish stranger made her body react before her mind could follow; two slow steps were taken backwards and closer to a file cabinet behind her.
❝ bingo. and you must be smart enough to keep a little more distance. ❞ she was uncomfortable, yes, but her worry for emiya and other people claire had been hoping to find did overdrive the 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of uncertainty. ❝ how about this. since you know her, in a way, name some nearby places where she could've gone to safety. in return, i'll be on my way and you'll get back your peace. deal ? ❞
