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#HEARTKEYED : An independent roleplay blog of CLAIRE REDFIELD from the 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 series. Mixed media content but primarily remake focused. Currently unfamiliar with 'deep cut' lore but am working my way through the games and the movies to get caught up! Will happily toss Claire into any verse needed for the plot.
Jill Valentine blog at : @illgiveyoustars
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𝟎𝟎𝟐 . independent and selective. on the whole i am a mutually exclusive writing blog, but if you see my opens in the tags feel free to go ahead and reply to them! if i like it, but am not already following, i will follow and then reply - but if not no hard feelings. i never mean it personally if i don’t reply haha
𝟎𝟎𝟑 . i can use discord. i probably won’t use it too often for this blog in particular, but if you're wanting to write something there just let me know and i can set something up for us!
𝟎𝟎𝟒 . this blog will feature sometimes triggering, nsft, and dark content. if you do not like darker, or more taboo plots please don’t feel like that is all i do, we can by all means do something more light hearted or fluffy. sometimes i prefer that when the mood strikes. but if you don’t like to see them at all, i suggest not following. both claire and i are over the age of consent and therefore can and will dive into that world if my partner is comfortable with it.
Leon can feel the tickle of a laugh in his chest. Well, at least they have a similar sense of humour. He finds himself coping with smartass quips the longer he's here. It's a way to do something about the tension building inside him. He has an outlet and he's pissing off the people who have been making his time here miserable. Cheaper than therapy.
"Ugh, cake. I don't even like sweets but what I'd do for a piece of migliaccio..." His mouth waters at the thought. Between the rations and the slop served at their canteen, he's pretty certain there's even a war against good food here. Just another way to break down their spirits. Or save a buck.
His eyes track after the men in their path. It's weird, he used to be such a friendly guy, but now he's finding enemies everywhere he looks. It's his own paranoia creeping up coupled with the unethical methods of training that they deploy here. He exhales a small breath he doesn't realise he was holding when the moment passes.
He looks to Claire again, offers a brief smile and tips his head in a nod. It's as easy as that. He falls into step with her, seeking out the musty old gym like it's a type of refuge. "I'm allowed to leave base this weekend." He almost rolls his eyes. "Well, if nothing urgent blocks my leave. I'm half expecting a manufactured excuse, but... I'm gonna see Sherry. Wanted to offer, if you wrote a letter, you know..." He could pass it on. Not as good as the real thing, but Claire was as good as chained to base for the foreseeable future.
If she were being honest, working OUT was the last thing she wanted to do. Her body SCREAMED at her to hide beneath the covers and perhaps never emerge again - but that wasn't a possibility. And that hadn't been what Leon was OFFERING her, so she'd take what she could get and find an ounce of solace in it no matter what. Being alone with HIM would be enough, even if her body begged for something softer. Perhaps he could feed her soul in ways that she didn't know were possible if she just gave it the chance.
❝Yeah?❞ The mention of him leaving base perked her ears a little and blue eyes DANCED over to his as they walked. The distance between here and the gym wasn't far, but their pace was anything BUT fast. Anything to stretch the moment, you know? Claire's heart hammered in her chest suddenly at the idea of somehow finding a way to leave with him, but she KNEW no one would allow it. Leon, too, seemed to know as he gave her the chance to escape in the form of WRITING a letter. Not as good as the real thing, but it was something at least. ❝Do you really think they'd even let you LEAVE with it?❞
Him leaving BASE was already hard enough ... the chances of her letter making it over the campus perimeter was slim to none. The men in charge had it OUT for her after she had bested them with her escape plan. They'd likely do just about anything to squash her hopes and dreams even more. As a little TREAT for them. ❝Just ... tell her I MISS her okay?❞ It was SO much more than that, but it's all she could say before her bottom lip started to tremble and she forced herself to look back at the path ahead.
Leon would take partial fault for this situation as he could've asked Claire for more information on why she needed his help, but that would've delayed actually doing such and with how sneaky she had been with her scheme.. He doubted she would've answered honestly anyway.
Without even thinking he caught the object she tossed at him, looking at the swim trunks before returning his gaze to her, an eyebrow cocked slightly in an expression somewhere between disbelief and mild amusement. This was not at all what he was expecting to come out of this. "You can't be serious.."
Judging by her look though, she was indeed serious. His shoulders dropped slightly with a defeated sigh. "Alright... Fine. You win." He couldn't just leave now after already falling for her ruse. Besides, it wasn't often they actually got to hang out under a normal circumstance. Taking a couple days break wouldn't hurt. " You make a good evil genius. Remind me not to get on your bad side."
❝Oh I'm SURE I can be.❞ Her tone was firm, yet there was an underlying sense of playfulness to it now. He wasn't saying no yet, so that was a good sign and she was actually ALLOWING herself to get her hopes up here. Was he actually going to stay? Once her question was confirmed with the CORRECT answer, Claire's face lit up and her shoulders relaxed. She then crossed the short distance between them and gently patted him on the shoulder.
❝This'll be good for you ... trust me.❞ Nose wrinkled with a smile and she let out a short laugh at his comment on her being an evil genius. It'd be an insult coming from anyone else, but the HIGHEST form of praise when it came from him. She'd take it and wear it like a badge of honor. ❝Mm, you'll STAY on my good side if you go and change right now. Come on - hop to it Mr. Agent man.❞ With that, she nudged his shoulder and her hand dropped back to her side. ❝Poolside is waitin'.❞
looks like ... leon let out a huff of a chuckle as he too began looking around the room they were trapped in , his eyes scanning every possible route and the best probability of survival . so far there wasn't much luck . the agent took a few steps as his hand ran along the smooth , unwavering , concrete wall . oddly enough the place was furnished , a few chairs , a table ⸻ nothing too out of the ordinary other than the reinforced walls that surrounded him . like a gilded cage meant to keep things , or people , inside . the one draw back being was that there were no supplies in here . no fresh water or food , they had only what they came in with , which honestly wasn't a lot but it was enough to survive for maybe a day or two .
you feelin' the same sense of déjà vu as i am right now ? he didn't respond right away , still midway through his first initial inspection of the walls . there were a few hung paintings , a little out of place meant for a supposed cage , some unassuming boxes that later he'd find ammo in . finally he stopped somewhere near where he began and he knocked on the concrete , “ yes and no ... ” leon leaned closer as if to listen for something and knocked on it again , his ear near touching the surface when he spoke again , “ this is definitely made to keep something in , the walls are reinforced with metal inside , maybe rebar too ? ” finally he turned to look at claire , a small smile curling at his lip , “ ⸻ makes me wonder if we were the intended targets or something else . the chances are certainly not zero . ”
She should be helping, Claire knew as much but for the moment all she did INSTEAD was watch. Watch as he inspected the walls, knuckles tapping in rhythmic patterns, eyes scanning the CONFINES that they found themselves in. He was an expert, though she felt her heart skip a beat a little when he seemed to give up. At least for now. That meant they were TRULY stuck - but she didn't allow her panic to set in just yet. ❝You almost sound IMPRESSED.❞
They had been through enough together that she spotted it from a mile away. He wasn't HAPPY that they were stuck of course, but to pull one over on the BOTH of them? Well, it certainly took a certain level of intelligence or luck ... perhaps a combination of BOTH and Claire could see it etched into his features. He was giving credit where credit was due. She should have been MAD at the reaction, but instead she merely chuckled and shook her head. It was ridiculous. And yet, it's where they found themselves anyways. ❝Want to find the person that did this to us and take them out a date Kennedy? Or are we gonna kick some ass instead? Hmm?❞ With her playful taunt, she pushed off of the wall and moved to inspect the walls again. He HAD to have missed something.
Man, this tastes like shit, he thought while making a face of his own upon emptying the can. At least it was cold. No, actually, that didn't make it any better whatsoever. Maybe he should have asked Claire to pick out the booze... "Yeah, a lot of scary things happened. Nightmare fuel." He could feel the phantom fingers of his pursuer in the trenchcoat squeezing around his neck, tightening its grip and blocking his airway as he dangled helplessly off the ground. He'd been mere moments away from having his trachea crushed if not for the timely rescue from Ada. But he wasn't going to think about her right now.
"I don't regret it either." Leon squeezed Claire's hand before slowly letting it go. His other hand rubbed at his bruised neck then it reached for another beer, prying it through its plastic ring. His hand was shaking a bit as he cracked the tab and drank. He was choosing to ignore it, hoped she wouldn't bring it up. There was a lot he still needed to unpack mentally, but tonight wasn't the night. The rookie lifted his eyes to hers and offered a hopeful little smile. "We can... try a few dates? See where it goes? No pressure, no expectations." Them getting to know each other after the dust settled.
"I think-" He paused, rubbing his lips together before conjuring a smile more confident. "-we've got potential to be friends at least," he stated then lifted his beer in a little toast to them both. "To us." He gestured to the room as a whole. "Stuck in this dinky ass motel in the middle of nowhere. Having survived the worst we will probably ever face." Leon puffed his chest out just a bit near the end of his speech in an effort to make Claire laugh. She could either laugh at his toast or at him—it didn't matter because he thought she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, especially when she smiled.
And she'd helped him get through the darkness of Raccoon City. He would never forget that.
It was kind of insane to her, having THIS conversation so soon after what had happened. It felt so ... normal. She didn't really know how to handle it, so for a moment, she DIDN'T. Claire just watched him as he moved to grab another beer. Blue eyes DARTED as they followed his hands' movements and she felt herself grow still besides him. Not TENSE, still very much loose and openly relaxed like before. Just ... STILL. He was asking her OUT? Just like that?
Her mind reeled as she tried to come up with the right words but they simply wouldn't come. The answer wasn't NO, not really - she just couldn't find her voice. So after a pause that perhaps stretched too long, she decided that ACTIONS spoke louder anyways and she lent in after he lowered his can back to his lap.
Claire had no real plan here. Just like before. Her body simply MOVED on instinct. And while last time she had all but jumped him, this time was softer. She inched in, giving him a clear chance to ESCAPE if he wanted, before lips touched his own in a soft invite. It wasn't a real answer, she knew, but it would have to do for now. Eyelids then fluttered closed as she let a soft sigh escape her and Claire rose one to hand to touch his cheek. A ginger cusp of her hand as she poured everything she had into him.
All of her fears, all of her doubts, all of her FEELINGS that had bubbled to the surface hours ago. Claire hadn't always been good with her words, but this? This she knew she could control and say EXACTLY what she wanted to. The idea of dating right now seemed far off, but THIS is something she wanted. And she'd take it if he only allowed.
this week has been kinda crazy. the plan is to get my drafts done on here and jill tonight tho. then i have a long drive tomorrow morning so fingers crossed!
Watching wtrc for the first time and while I appreciate the aesthetics, thats not my leon lol. Story wise I guess I can get behind 1 and 2 happening at the same time (I think thats what's happening im only 40 minutes in) but oof.
Leon isn't blind. He can see Claire is struggling — not because she isn't strong, not because she can't handle the training, but because she is being actively singled out. Their training is punishing enough already and they're only human. He knows in himself that the cracks would be showing...
Must be a Redfield thing. They're built different.
"Hey." He quietly announces his presence, standing a few paces to Claire's side. It's a calculated distance. Respectable. Can't be seen acting like civilians on base.
He wants to ask how she is doing. More than that, he wants to ask what the fuck happened and who's responsible for the patchwork of fresh bruises blooming over her arms. Even looks like she's nursing a black eye but he can't be certain. Make-up is one hell of a spell.
"How are you holding up?" He casts a sidelong look. A beat. "I'm one small inconvenience away from a mental break myself."
There's more concern that lingers on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't know what to do with it, how to address it. While Claire was gone, he was the only one around to target. It was rough. No one else on base can know their story. It's being kept under wraps. They just know they have been training for years and have earned their positions here, and then a couple of brand new faces are simply stationed with them in a shroud of mystery.
He clears his throat. "You should hit the gym with me before curfew." He could use the company. More than that, he wanted to catch up with her, and their time crossing each other's paths has already been lean by design. They're trying to drive distance between the golden boy and the rebel.
Claire was TIRED. More than that, she was exhausted in a way that didn't even have WORDS strong enough to convey. Her body ached more than she ever thought possible and yet all she could think of was Sherry. Of the life that was LOST between the three of them in Raccoon City. Of EVERYTHING that she wasn't supposed to talk about for fear of retaliation. And the deep deep PAIN that trembled just below the surface at all hours of the day now. It was too much for one person, but she didn't really have anyone to turn to at this point. Chris was SAFE, that much she knew, but she had to come back. Lest something happen to the OTHERS that she had come to care about in such a short amount of time. Namely Leon, who somehow managed to surprise her as he gently slid up to her side. Her mind SCREAMED to tell him the truth, but she didn't want to burden him, so instead she merely smiled and shot him a small nod of her head.
❝Oh you know me ... couldn't be better.❞ A lie through her teeth perhaps, but the story that she'd run with anyways. It hurt, to be deceitful with him - but the truth somehow hurt MORE. Claire CAUGHT the way his light blue eyes flickered down to the bruises upon her arms, so before continuing the conversation, she tucked them behind her back. A casual enough stance amongst the company that they'd been keeping so not so out of PLACE, but a mindful maneuver to hide away all the same. ❝This place is a piece of CAKE.❞
Just as she spoke, two burly men crossed the younger pairs path and her EYES followed. Careful. Hesitant, but READY for anything. She had grown hardened by her time here already and while Leon was obviously a target as well, she felt an added layer of eyes on her. It made her uneasy, but she pushed the thought away at Leon's offer to get some alone time. It would be dangerous perhaps, but she nodded, and her heart yearned for more than what he was able to offer. Running AWAY together would have been better, but she knew it wasn't possible. Not again. Not without consequences. ❝I'd like that.❞ More than he knew.
Pursing his lips together didn't help to keep himself from laughing along with her. "Alright, alright, I'll take your word for it," he conceded with the smile still on his face. Leon could take the hint. It wasn't like he wanted to talk about his ex-girlfriend either. It took the edge off the recent loss of his relationship to be around someone like Claire—she didn't talk over him, she didn't make passive-aggressive comments about his life goals or choices, didn't hang out with other guys just to see if he'd get jealous (duh, it had only been them and Sherry this whole time).
Claire was kind to him and it was... a nice change from how he'd been treated by his ex.
This girl could make him smile without even trying. They'd only known each other a very short time, but he felt a real connection there. It was this feeling that gave him the courage to reach for her hand and hold it. Like it was something they'd always been doing and this wasn't the first time. He really hoped he wasn't imagining this to be more than it was, that this wasn't just two people crossing paths and not seeing each other again.
Leon watched her take that first sip of beer and he sputtered on his own at how her nose scrunched up. He laughed again; one of those laughs that came from the belly, unexpected but so unapologetically genuine. So she could stomach zombie viscera but not cheap gas station beer: noted. "You okay?" he managed to ask while the back of his hand was held up against his mouth. A bit of beer had dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. It wasn't really that funny, but still.
"Oh? That's good. I'm glad." Thank god Claire hadn't lost her brother during all of this. "At least he's far enough away from here then." There was a short lapse of silence between them after she finished speaking. He played idly with her fingers before looking up again. His eyes looked several shades darker with only the bedside lamp illuminating the room. The rookie took a deep breath and released it slowly. "We're safe." He lifted the can to his lips and drank what remained while ignoring the bitterness of it.
"It is... bad... that I've been thinking about us? Back there. When we, uh-" Why was he stumbling over his words? There was only one damn beer in his system so he could rule that out being the reason. "Have you been thinking about it, too?"
❝I'm okay!❞ She smiled at him with a nod and proceeded to continue drinking her beer as if to PROVE it. Maybe getting anywhere NEAR even tipsy was a bad idea when there was a young girl right next door that might need them on a moments notice, but that wasn't going to stop her. Not when she oh so desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. Well ... maybe not EVERYTHING. Leon brought up their kiss after a moment of silence and the smile still on her face softened just a touch. Then she nodded slightly as part of her answer. The words would follow after a moment, but first she decided to finish her first drink off and set it aside on the night stand.
❝It's not bad. TRUST me.❞ Claire had been the one to initiate it in the first place. For the very reason of keeping herself SANE. Perhaps that's why he had lingered on it ever since then. To keep HIMSELF sane as well through all of the nightmarish shit that they had all endured. She couldn't blame him even for a second. ❝I was too. When things got really scary, you know?❞ Licking her lips as if the memory made her do it, the young woman let out a wistful sigh. ❝I don't really know what it all MEANS going forwards here but ... ❞ At least she was being HONEST about her confusion, ❝but I don't regret it. That much I DO know.❞
It had been a spur of the moment thing. Something that had happened out of nothing else besides FEAR, yet here they were now. Safe and sound and on the other side of things. Now she COULD focus on what it meant. Claire didn't know what to do with that information, but with him by her side she figured it was worth at least the conversation.
please know when i make a new post for meme things you're all more than welcome to continue it or plot it out further to become a real thing! that's what i want to happen haha. that being said i have 1 draft that i cant seem to do, but i want to write. someone sos help me plot something good !!!
@biohazardsurviived asked : My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken. - from leon
❝Leon?❞ It was the MIDDLE of the night, in the MIDDLE of a thunderstorm. Claire hadn't really KNOWN who she expected it to be when she had heard the knocking upon her door, but PERHAPS Leon made sense. He DID after all always have the strangest way of appearing when she least expected it. Eyes grew WIDE still, and the look he was giving her tugged on her heart strings without him even saying a word. She hesitated, fearing the WORST, for just a moment before taking a step back and ushering him inside. He was drenched from head to toe and she wasn't about to STRAND him out there without a life line. ❝C..come, come on.❞ Worry SPIKED within her, but she tried her best to keep her voice even. She failed. ❝What're you DOING here?❞
