dreaming of spring

[inkrbbn]

𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐫𝐛𝐛𝐧 : a resident evil multimuse featuring carlos oliveira. extremely low activity.

i. muselist / ii. rules / iii. memes

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥

. houndw0lf (chris redfield) . inkrbbn (resident evil multi) . millerlit (resident evil oc) . frostmourning (zayne li, resident evil verse)

[ofrequiem]

             her  lips  twitched  at  the  corners  as  she  tried  and  failed  to  hold  back  a  laugh  and  call  him  out  for  his  crude  joke.  but  it  was  funny,  and  it  wasn't  like  he  was  necessarily  wrong  about  any  of  it.  but  her  cheeks  still  flushed  and  she  shook  her  head  in  disapproval,  even  though  she  was  still  smiling.

“  awful,  awful  man…  ”  she  huffed,  teasing  him  in  response.

“  anyways  ,”  she  began  once  more,  still  shaking  her  head,  “  well,  i'd  like  some  answers  too,  s-so  a  little  bit  of  poking  and  prodding  is  fine…  i  guess,”  she  murmured,  smile  twisting  into  a  grimace.

she  had  so  many  questions  and  she  was  tired  of  questions.  she  wanted  answers.  was  she  really  a  clone?  who  was  she  a  clone  of?  was  raccoon  city  really  her  fault?  how  much  did  the  people  around  her  really  know?  was  she  immune  to  the  t-virus  and  it's  offshoots?  why  hadn't  she  turned  after  getting  bitten  at  the  hotel?  why  hadn't  she  turned  after  ingesting  copious  amounts  of  blood  in  that  insane  slaughter  house  at  rhodes  hill?  what  was  going  to  happen  to  her  now?  what  about  emily?  where  would  she  go?  what  would  happen  to  that  poor  little  girl?

the  grimace  morphed  into  a  frown.

“  d-do  you  think  they'll  be  out  soon?  ”  she  asked  softly,  looking  out  of  the  back  of  the  ambulance  where  they  sat,  towards  that  horrifying  building…  or  what  was  left  of  it  anyway. 

she  could  no  longer  hear  the  moans  of  the  undead,  and  only  heard  the  occasional  gun  shot  in  the  charred  remains  of  parts  of  the  buildings.  had  they  managed  to  find  emily?  was  she  safe?  did  the  cure  work?

[inkrbbn]

there's  a  smile.  he  would  have  said  it  out  loud,  but  there  was  too  much  about  her  current  situation  not  worth  smiling  about  that  he  didn't  want  to  put  that  weight  on  her  shoulders.  a  distraction  was  more  than  enough  for  the  time  being,  but  it  didn't  seem  to  have  worked  as  he  watched  the  cogs  in  her  brain  begin  to  start  moving.  the  smile  hadn't  lasted  as  long  as  he  would  have  hoped,  but  the  fact  that  he'd  gotten  it  out  of  her  at  all  had  to  mean  there  was  hope  for  her  to  get  out  of  the  dark  headspace  she  was  in.  right?

"soon  as  they  can  be."  with  a  full  team  and  all  the  resources  they  now  had  at  their  disposal,  carlos  had  little  worry  about  the  people  who  had  gone  inside.  emily  was  another  matter  entirely,  but  carlos  trusted  leon  kennedy's  word.  and  if  elpis  worked  for  her,  well…

"you  that  worried  about  kennedy?  he's  a  nice  lookin'  guy,  i'll  give  you  that."  he  smirked  at  her.  "you  got  a  thing  for  older  men,  or  is  there  just  something  about  him  in  particular?"  maybe  he  was  reaching,  but  carlos  had  seen  the  way  she'd  looked  at  him.  and  if  there  was  any  way  for  him  to  get  her  mind  off  of  things  the  two  of  them  couldn't  control,  it  was  by  getting  her  flustered.  which  so  far…  didn't  seem  to  be  too  difficult.  "maybe  he'll  do  the  prodding  if  you  ask  real  nice."

[inkrbbn]

who doin this to carlos (pussy optional)

[inkrbbn]

i want more stuff with carlos but i'm not certain on my activity levels this week (both on discord and tumblr). if y'all want to hit me up, please do.

[redemptioninterlude]

it's a nightmare, isn't it. born out of the worst that the research being done within umbrella could have produced. it stretched beyond the idea of greed, and ada, at least at this point in her life, could only see the bottom line of it. at least, she was trying to. better that, then allowing the inevitably TRAUMA of what they were witnessing allowing itself to worm its way too deeply between the cracks of her psyche. she sees a mother eating her child. she sees a man, killing his wife. it's visceral, it's messy, it's teeth, tearing, flesh, ripping. a sickening thing, and yet, carlos seemed effortlessly upbeat for it all. now. wasn't that just his superpower? and right now, perhaps, she appreciated it more than anything.

just shine a little brighter, WON'T YOU?

the recognition flickered to life across his face, aware, suddenly, that she wasn't the kind of threat he needed to be aiming his gun at ( well, that he KNEW OF at least ). he's looking at her with the kind of shock that she imagined aligned well with how he knew her last. the umbrella researcher. well. that'd suit her better than FBI today, at least, her head cocking to the side as he answered with a laugh. "you want to take over this place? well. i've done the work of clearing what i could but... there's still a lot of what used to be civilians wondering around here. i don't know if this is the safe haven that you want it to be but..."

well. at least they could help each other out for now. "our goals probably align. you want to clear this place out? then fine. you probably want to make sure you're taking out what's happening underneath it too, if you want it secured." meaning the labs down below. it's easy to explain. umbrella was always building labs in odd places. "the company wasn't willing to let everyone part without at least securing the RESEARCH." a beat. who knew what he'd been hearing outside of here? "if something was in what we did to trigger this, there's a solution in the same research. we have to secure it." and ah ; he was always playing the hero, wasn't he? could he really tell her no?

★— ATTN: @inkrbbn

[inkrbbn]

his trigger finger has been shifting between the trigger and its safe space just above for so long now that it's almost a relief to lower his gun completely, letting it fall to his side for easy access in case he needs it. all his muscles ache and he heaves an exhausted sigh as he leans back against a wall—as close as he can get to taking a load off of his feet given their current situation. he levels a glance at the woman in front of him as he listens. things can never be simple, can they?

"was more hoping to escape it, actually," he says with the faintest hint of annoyance. not at her—at who, really, he's not sure. their employer? the monsters outside? every individual who made the decisions that led to this breach of containment? but he lets himself close his eyes for a second before he tilts his head, looking at her again. as much as he wants to leave, wants to get out and go sleep for the next three days… he can't. not when he came here to save people and the best option for that is deeper within umbrella's labs. the only person he's found that still has the capacity to walk and talk to him is ada wong.

things happened quickly. it made sense that there hadn't been time to grab all of the necessary data before all hell broke loose. carlos isn't worried about that, exactly. "there's a chance it's way worse down there than it is here. we have no idea what other shit got out." the city was absolute chaos, but it was the sort of chaos carlos knew to manage. shoot first, ask questions later. clear a path forward. but he'd seen some of the creatures that lurked within the labs, had trained to fight some of them. the ones he's most worried about are the ones he hasn't seen.

but if she's right and the research is down there still… well, that's more valuable than either of their lives. and it's not like he's going to leave her to fend for herself. he pushes himself up off the wall and sighs. "you got any supplies? i'm good on ammo for now, but we'll probably need more if we're going down."

[traumaticchild]

“what happened to you made you stronger” 

i was a child. i didn’t need to be strong i needed to be safe

[galp4lentine]

Jill wondered when she would get used to people referencing her "death" and how it affected them. How were you supposed to get used to a thing like that? She squirmed on the inside thinking about what it must've been like for Chris, Rebecca, and Carlos to just lose someone, only for them to discover you were "working" for the enemy years later. Surprise! I'm alive, as evidenced by my crimes and beating your ass with super strength! It was only…a week ago at best?

"I think you're right, Chris never stopped believing in me, even as I was trying to kill him with my bare hands." She shook her head, because Chris Redfield was ridiculous sometimes, but he'd saved her life, even if she struggled to believe she deserved it.

She groaned dramatically at his swagger, "And here I thought I'd managed to ditch your cocky ass for good after RC. Lucky me," she groused in mock annoyance. But she grabbed one of his hands and gave it a squeeze, though she didn't let it go.

"You are good at what you do, I'm glad to see you're living in the real world again," her voice was as small as her smile. She knew how difficult of a decision he'd had to make in the aftermath of the outbreak, it was a miracle he'd evaded detection. But she'd missed him terribly, even if she understood why a distance came between them.

"I can't be trusted yet…" she said darkly.

She launched into a story she'd only told two other people, the only other people who deserved to know everything, and now Carlos. She told him of how Wesker saved her life only to use her body for experiments while she was in a com; farming her blood for antibodies. How she was the guinea pig for P30; showed him the scars healing on her chest from where the device was ripped off her. How she'd been controlled as easily as someone speaking their desires into existence, which became compulsions for her to obey. She glossed over the details of the horrible things she'd done, but told him enough for him to get the gist.

"I remember everything, Carlos. Everything I did. I was aware the whole time, but couldn't stop it, for years." So much of her life had been taken from her, and best estimates from the medical team projected a grueling recovery period. She was trapped here until she was "better," whatever that even meant. She flopped back against the bed, feeling too raw to say much else on the matter.

"Sorry, I'm not very fun company am I?"

[inkrbbn]

carlos listened without interrupting, more than happy to be the person she could talk to about everything. he hadn't been there. she hadn't tried to kill him—even if she would have, had the situation been any different. that hadn't been her though, no matter how much guilt she felt over it. carlos knew insisting on that fact wouldn't change anything for her though, so insisting on it would just be a waste of time and energy for both of them.

so he listened, watched as she showed him the horrors forced onto her body, scars that would probably stay with her for the rest of her life. and he wasn't stupid; there were mental ones, too. those would never go away completely even if she managed to recover from everything else. that was something carlos knew well enough from the few days spent in raccoon city during its demise. but to lose her body, all control of her actions? to remember what she'd been forced to do against her will? he had an idea of what that might be like, but it was one of those things no one would ever truly understand the depth of.

"you've never been fun company, valentine." his voice was playful, a grin playing at his lips. "always getting me to do weird shit and bossin' me around." it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. maybe their experiences together hadn't been carlos' definition of fun, but being around jill had always felt like a weight off of his shoulders. he could nip at her and she'd bite right back.

and even if he couldn't convince her that she hadn't done anything wrong, carlos had to say something. couldn't just leave her thinking she was horrific. "that's the thing though, isn't it?" he leaned forward and tilted his head to the side. "that wasn't you. it was someone else controlling your body, your movements. those aren't things you would have done." he hesitated, then placed a hand on her arm. "i'm not a scientist. but wesker is dead. there's no one left to control you even if there are remnants of whatever the hell he did left in your system." that wouldn't stop the BSAA from crying about the risks until they were blue in the face though. "i trust you. don't care what they say. you ask me to break you out right here, right now? i'll do it." and he would. he'd learned a long time ago not to trust anything a company told him, and the BSAA was no different. if jill wanted to dip then he was gone, too.

[ofrequiem]

grace was momentarily stunned when he flicked her back on the forehead and she couldn't help the smile that cracked at her lips once she realized what had happened. she had done it to him first, it was only fair - and honestly, it was kind of funny and she had needed the pick me up.

part of her wasn't that surprised that he used to work for umbrella. a lot of people did after all, or had, back in the day. she doubted they had all been evil and known what they were signing up for. people just needed work, and umbrella had been good at scouting talent. it was one of the reasons they had gone so far for so long undetected. she still remembered her mother's papers and notes on them. remembered the court battles.

most people already knew umbrella was bad. but the extent... well, some of that had been hidden and swept away by the government. but not this time. she was going to follow in her mother's foot steps and bring as much to the light as she could. it was the least she could do for her part in all this mess. for her very existence.

" i hope so," she murmured, a little unsure she'd be able to get very far. as part of the fbi, she knew just how much shit got buried. but she would use every connection she had and do her best.

" i just hope to avoid getting poked and prodded," she added, half-joking.

" if i have to skip getting abducted by aliens, i'd like to skip the awful prodding parts too - "

[inkrbbn]

he smirked as he watched the cogs turn in grace's brain, thinking about what he'd just done. two could play at that game and he had no reservations about mirroring her actions. and it'd made her smile, so that was a win enough for him. being able to smile after everything she'd just gone through wasn't easy, but it did mean that she would eventually get over everything that had happened. she'd heal. just like he had, even if it had taken him a lot longer than he cared to think about.

carlos raised a brow at her next statement. "y'know, alien abduction might even be easier than all of this." and, fuck it, he couldn't resist, his smirk growing even bolder. "though gettin' prodded isn't the worst thing that could happen. from the right person, that is." the innuendo landed between them and carlos wondered if grace would catch it or let it bounce away. instead of waiting to find out, he continued on as if he hadn't just said what he had. "they'll let you do whatever the fuck you want. if you tell 'em no, they'll listen to you. you just gotta avoid the big doe eyes from people like chambers who'll tell ya your blood plasma or whatever will be good for scientific research."

[coffinshared]

@inkrbbn - continued from here.

“ No, but... does Gatorade work okay? I dunno about Red Bull. ” Manuela offers, holding up the blue flavored bottle. she's kind of an expert on passing out, at this point; when the U.S. government had first met her, they'd wanted her to see what the absolute limit of her powers was. which... was draining and tiring and she got lightheaded sometimes. a lot of times, actually. “ You're supposed to drink a lot of electrolytes after you faint. I know that this doesn't taste very good, but I think blue is the best flavor, so... hopefully it's okay? It has the Jill stamp of approval if that helps. She'd always bring me some whenever I felt lightheaded. ”

Manuela sees the laptop screen in front of Carlos, and with a single finger, she pushes it shut. she's no nurse, just a botanist here to visit friends, but she's learned a lot about first aid from being around Jill. if it's serious enough, he might have a concussion, which means that screentime probably should be reduced. she smiles at him, fidgeting with her own bandages while she waits for him to say something. anything.

“ I'm going to call someone, okay? I don't really know who I can call here right right now, but keep talking to me. Um... ” Manuela wishes she knew Carlos better, but she does know how to make small talk. she'd had to learn, and while she's still not great at it, she thinks she's a lot better than she was when she first came to the States and could hardly speak English to the standard she was expected to. she frantically searches through her contacts, eventually clicking dial on Chris' name. “ Are you watching the Wor.ld Cu.p? Or have you been? I keep trying to see if Jill wants to watch it with me, but she's too busy to catch all the matches, and I don't know if she's the biggest fan of fútbol. ”

[inkrbbn]

carlos  can't  help  the  bark  of  laughter  that  escapes  him  when  manuela  hands  him  the  blue  bottle,  wincing  in  pain  as  he  does.  he  takes  it  and  twists  the  cap  off  before  he  takes  a  drink,  the  sweet  flavor  flooding  his  mouth  and  admittedly  making  him  feel  a  little  better  almost  immediately.  sometimes  it  was  the  smallest  things  that  managed  to  surprise  him,  even  after  all  the  time  spent  fighting.  he  rasies  a  brow  when  manuela  closes  the  computer  screen  in  front  of  him  and  it  almost  earns  her  a  glare,  but  he's  more  amused  than  anything.

"stop  worryin',  i'll  be  fine."  though  the  thought  of  chris  finding  out  he  received  a  head  injury  and  didn't  get  it  checked…  well,  as  long  as  chris  never  finds  out  it  won't  be  a  problem.  she's  definitely  not  calling  chris,  right?  carlos  can  barely  think  through  the  pounding  of  his  head  though  even  as  manuela  speaks  to  him.  "watchin'  it  when  i  can.  not  much  time  in  this  biz  though,  so  i  haven't  been  able  to  keep  up."  if  there  was  one  thing  about  his  days  before  joining  the  BSAA,  it  was  that  he'd  been  able  to  do  things  like  catch  the  occasional  sporting  event.  "don't  think  she  is,  but  guess  i've  never  talked  to  her  about  it."

he  takes  another  drink  of  the  gatorade  before  lowering  it  and  giving  manuela  the  smallest  of  grins.  "i  promise  i'm  fine.  just  gotta  not  fall  asleep  for  a  few  hours.  promise."  he  hopes  that  it's  true,  but  the  last  thing  he  wants  is  to  write  an  incident  report  for  something  as  fucking  menial  as  passing  out  from  exhaustion.  "hit  my  head  pretty  hard.  i'll  have  a  headache,  maybe  a  bruise.  that's  it."  he  tries  to  reassure  her  even  as  she  messes  with  her  phone.

[inkrbbn]

➔ it's not that bad.

"there's  a  fuckin'  hole  in  your  chest."  carlos  wasn't  sure  what  the  process  for  finding  one  of  the  lead  researchers  impaled  by  his  own  weapon  was  supposed  to  be.  especially  so  when  they  weren't  fucking  dead.  "…  sir."  he  knew  that  some  of  the  bioweapons  they  had  to  contain  had  advanced  healing  factors.  but  carlos  had  never  seen  a  human  survive  something  like  that.  which  could  only  mean  one  thing.

yet  albert  wesker  didn't  seem  to  be  more  than  a  little  annoyed  by  the  situation.  carlos'  team  had  been  sent  to  the  remains  of  spencer  mansion  to  contain  any  rogue  bioweapons…  but  what  did  that  mean  for  dr.  wesker?  carlos  frowned.  "you  uh…  need  a  first  aid  spray?"  like  that  would  fucking  help.

[inkrbbn]

thinking  about  rose  meeting  more  bioweapons…  it  seems  like  she  was  pretty  isolated  from  that  life  growing  up,  because  otherwise  i  don't  think  she  would  have  felt  so  alone.  even  if  she  is  different  due  to  being  mold  instead  of  infected  with  a  virus,  i  think  meeting  other  bioweapons  is  probably  a  big  deal.  i  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  keeping  them  apart  is  intentional  lest  they  have  an  x-men  situation  develop.  sane  human  bioweapons  aren't  exactly  common,  but  surely  they  could  have  done  something  to  make  her  feel  less  alone.  i  don't  think  it  would  have  helped  much  since  she  is  still  a  teenager  who  does  not  fit  in,  but  it's  something  i've  been  thinking  about.  what  her  reaction  would  be  to  meeting  others  like  her. 

i  know  the  answer  is  that  capcom  probably  didn't  think  about  it  when  making  the  rose  dlc,  but  i  do  think  rose  should  have  had  a  friend  in  emily.  it  just  makes  me  think  about  how  rose  was  probably  under  a  lot  closer  watch  than  a  lot  of  people  realize  and  that  there  were  a  lot  of  intentional  attempts  to  keep  her  away  from  certain  people.

[ofrequiem]

            “  if  anything,  a  stupid  dumb  mistake  should  worry  you  more  now  that  you  know  you're  going  to  live!!”  she  huffed  at  him,  flicking  him  in  the  forehead  like  she  was  speaking  to  a  particular  stupid  toddler.

and  perhaps  she  was.  perhaps  that's  just  what  all  men  were.  between  him  and  leon  she  was  going  to  have  a  heart  attack  about  how  little  these  twits  seemed  to  value  their  own  lives.  she  was  seriously  beginning  to  wonder  if  it  was  a  symptom  of  the  bullshit  they  had  contrived  from  raccoon  city.  could  stupidity  be  contagious?  she  was  starting  to  think  so.  and  it  came  in  the  form  of  the  t-virus.

that  stupid  cute  little  grin  of  his  was  not  going  to  smooth  things  over.  she  blew  a  hair  out  of  her  own  face  and  finished  washing  his  face  and  hair  up,  finally  tossing  the  gross  cloth  aside  and  sitting  back  down,  eyeing  him  up  and  down  with  stern  disapproval.

“  yaaay,  love  to  be  part  of  the  club,”  she  drawled  out  dryly,  not  looking  impressed  what  so  ever. 

it  was  one  club  she'd  be  more  than  happy  to  not  be  a  part  of  her.  her  mother  already  was  and  had  already  regaled  her  with  the  sorrowful  and  horrifying  tales  of  those  last  nights  of  raccoon  city.  she  didn't  want  to  be  part  of  it  even  more  now.  but  alas,  if  zeno  and  gideon  were  to  believe  -  that  whole  thing  was  her  fault  to  begin  with.  her  very  existence  had  caused  this  whole  nightmare.

her  mood  turned  solemn  at  that  once  more. 

[inkrbbn]

"i've made plenty of dumb mistakes in my life and i'm still kicking." he furrowed his eyebrow when she flicked his forehead, and then he laughed. "you should've been around when i willingly walked back into this life. stupidest mistake i ever made in my life." he was joking. mostly. and after tonight… well, with his RCS taken care of, carlos didn't have to worry about what might have happened had he decided to stay in south america instead of joining the BSAA.

carlos doubted he looked much better than when she had started wiping his face down, but he appreciated the thought nonetheless. he watched her face fall as something seemed to cross her mind and carlos was again left to wonder what he'd said to upset her. though it might not be entirely his fault considering everything she'd just been through. carlos certainly hadn't been in the best mood after his escape from raccoon city.

he flicked her forehead this time. "hey. you survived. and you got emily and leon out, too. and kennedy… well, he's a fuckin' handful." it was true enough even though carlos had only interacted with the man a handful of times. "plus all this shit…" he sighed. "i used to work for umbrella. i didn't know what the fuck they were doing down there. still wouldn't if i hadn't been in the right place at the right time. but what you did tonight? everyone's gonna know what happened here back in 1998. what they were still doing to this day. you're gonna rain justice down on those assholes."

[inkrbbn]

sighs  and  thinks  about  rose  in  a  ship  with  any  of  the  lads  boys

[galp4lentine]

Jill huffed out a breath indignantly at his tease. Why the fuck did she put up with this man? As if it was easy for her to speak when his hand held her mouth and his fingers played just above where she really wanted him. It took considerable effort not to stamp her foot in frustration, though he'd probably enjoy that, so maybe it wasn't the worst idea.

With the way he'd pull her higher she was completely at his mercy, her body stretched just enough out of position that she couldn't reach his cock no matter how hard she tried. All she could manage from this angle was playing with the unruly hairs above. He looked like he was absolutely loving this, and while it annoyed her to no end, this all felt safe, familiar. He was getting everything and she was getting nothing but sweet torture. The hand in her pants even shifted upward with the motion of her body, maintaining the same insufferable distance from her clit.

"Kiss me, fuck me, do something besides leaving me teetering on the edge," she whined. She wanted him to come to her even if it was on his terms alone. She needed to feel his want for her burning as deeply as she did for him.

"I want you to worship my body, Carlos," she whispered. He knew that she still felt weak, knew that she still didn't feel comfortable in her own skin most days. Her recovery was going well by all accounts but it was agonizingly slow for her. But with him she could take her mind off it for a few precious moments and bask in someone caring for her despite all she'd been through. Only with him. She'd let him do whatever he wanted, however he wanted for that bliss.

[inkrbbn]

he  smirked,  wondering  just  how  long  he'd  be  able  to  leave  her  teetering  on  that  edge  until  she  completely  succumbed  to  him.  worshipping  jill  would  be  the  easy  part;  getting  her  to  feel  like  he  meant  it  would  be  something  else  entirely.  callused  fingers  dug  into  the  hair  just  above  where  he  knew  she  wanted  him  the  most,  exploring  without  touching  her  the  way  she  was  practically  begging  him  to.  "don't  you  get  enough  worshipping,  supercop?"

carlos  closed  the  last  few  centimeters  between  their  lips,  cupping  her  cheeks  gently  with  his  other  hand.  he  released  her  chin  to  tangle  his  hand  in  the  back  of  her  hair,  tugging  gently  on  the  still-blonde  hair  near  the  nape  of  her  neck,  moving  her  head  where  he  wanted  to  in  order  to  keep  the  kiss  deep  as  his  other  hand  finally,  finally  dipped  between  her  legs.  a  finger  swiped  between  her  folds  before  he  dipped  it  in  further,  feeling  how  wet  she  was.

coated  in  her  wetness,  carlos  brought  his  finger  to  her  clit  and  rubbed  a  rough  circle,  not  releasing  her  mouth  as  he  did.  his  teeth  nipped  at  her  lower  lip  before  he  finally  pulled  her  away  by  her  hair,  smirking  down  at  her.  "all  this  for  me?"  he  removed  his  hand  from  the  nape  of  her  neck  and  used  it  to  unbutton  her  pants,  giving  himself  more  room  to  maneuver  his  hand  as  he  pulled  her  pants  and  underwear  down  around  her  ass,  just  enough  to  expose  her  completely.  it  gave  him  the  room  to  add  another  finger,  thrusting  them  in  and  out  as  he  watched  for  her  reaction.  "what  if  i  told  you  to  go  lay  down  on  that  table  and  spread  your  legs  for  me?"  he  nodded  toward  the  table  in  the  corner  of  jill's  tiny,  BSAA-assigned  room.

[houndw0lf]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥

. houndw0lf (chris redfield) . inkrbbn (resident evil multi) . millerlit (resident evil oc) . frostmourning (zayne li, resident evil verse)

[galp4lentine]

Carlos' naked admiration even in her sorry state felt familiar—like coming home after a long time away and recognizing the smell of your house for the first time before your brain began filtering it out again. Their initial meeting in Raccoon City had been tense and charged, just another man casually underestimating her because she was a woman. But he had changed his tune very quickly, after a bit of scolding from Mikhail, of course.

They'd grown close over those nights, a constant buzz in each other's ears through the radio, him building her up despite her constant sass. He'd swooped in a number of times when things with the Nemesis reached a breaking point—not to rescue her, but to support her. He'd even trusted her at the last moment when the worry had been clear in his eyes. She tapped some spare space on the bed next to her, though if she knew him, he'd probably resort to bringing over one of the chairs.

"So it was my ass specifically you were taking care of, eh, Oliveira?" she said with a small hint of her old bite. He was lying to her face about seeing her in a worse state, though it was kind for him to try. This was unequivocally the lowest she'd ever been in life, and she had a long road ahead of her.

At the mention of Chris' last name, Jill was briefly transported back, that same word, "Redfield" growled by Wesker, dripping with vitriol. It triggered another sharp compulsion to hunt, so familiar, yet definitively not her own. Her hands twisted in the sheets of the bed briefly as her breathing sped up. She knew it was just her body reacting to stress, trying to sort out her true feelings versus what had simply been an effect of the drug.

"Can we just go with 'Chris' for now? The last of the drug left my body days ago, but the memories are…fresh. It controlled me by replacing my own desires with someone else's, through suggestion" she said by way of explanation.

She hadn't pressured Carlos to join the BSAA the way she had really wanted to. She'd sent a few half-hearted missives but ultimately respected his desire to leave this whole mess behind. Why had he come back now? What had changed? It certainly couldn't have just been because Chris finally wheedled his way into the other man's ear.

"I wanted you here with me, you know," she said quietly. "But I didn't want to take away your opportunity to escape this life; look where it got me."

She paused for a moment and examined his new uniform, deeply familiar to her of course, but utterly foreign on him. She placed a hand on the BSAA emblem on his shoulder running her fingers along its raised edges.

"It's a whole hell of a lot better than the U.B.C.S uniform I met you in, that's for sure." It was the first time during his visit that she'd been able to meet his eyes.

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glancing  between  the  proffered  spot  on  the  bed  next  to  jill  and  the  chair  across  the  room,  carlos  decided  to  drag  the  chair—but  he  got  close  to  her.  it  wasn't  that  he  didn't  want  to  be  next  to  her,  it  was  that  he  wanted  to  look  at  her.  the  chair  was  comfortable  enough,  he  decided  as  he  flopped  down  into  it,  legs  spread  as  he  leaned  back.  "it's  a  nice  ass."

he  watched  her  tense  and  furrowed  a  brow.  maybe  he  should  have  asked  for  more  details  before  visiting  her  just  in  case  he  said  something…  but  he  would  rather  hear  jill's  story  from  her,  not  a  report.  "…  yeah.  chris."  it  wasn't  weird  to  call  him  that,  necessarily,  but  it  was  weird  that  she  had  asked.  but  he'd  respect  her  wishes  all  the  same.  what  kind  of  effect  had  the  drug  had  on  her  that  the  mention  of  her  partner's  last  name  triggered  her?

carlos  was  silent  for  a  moment  as  she  spoke.  the  truth  of  the  matter  was  that  her  alleged  death  had  hit  him  harder  than  he'd  expected  anything  to  be  able  to  ever  again  after  those  nights  in  raccoon  city.  and  yeah,  she  was  fucked  up—but  she  was  alive.  that  had  to  mean  something.  it  did  to  him,  at  least.

he  cracked  another  grin.  "i  dunno,  the  green?  it's  okay.  say  what  you  will  about  umbrella,  but  red  on  black  is  always  a  good  look."  how  long  was  he  going  to  beat  around  the  bush?  he  stared  at  jill  and  decided  if  she  wasn't  going  to  talk  about  herself,  he  was  going  to  have  to.  "chris  told  me  when  you…  died."  he  didn't  know  what  other  word  to  use  for  it,  because  that  was  what  had  happened  to  her  from  their  perspective.  the  world  had  shifted.  "for  what  it's  worth,  i  don't  think  he  ever  really  believed  you  were  dead.  and  he  didn't  ask  me  to  join  the  BSAA.  i  asked  him."  the  admission  was  a  weight  off  his  shoulders—something  he  wished  he  could  have  done  when  jill  had  originally  asked  him  to  join.  "with  you  gone…  there  didn't  seem  to  be  a  point  in  going  on  the  way  i  had.  turns  out  life  is  kind  of  fuckin'  boring  when  you  can  barely  leave  your  house  and  you  know  the  monsters  that  live  under  your  bed  are  real."

every  day  had  been  stressful,  wondering  what  he  was  going  to  do  if  the  wrong  people  found  him.  if  the  wrong  thing  found  him.  there  was  always  the  chance  of  a  stray  document  getting  leaked  to  the  wrong  person  and  tracking  him  down…  and  he  had  to  be  honest,  going  by  his  real  name  again  was  a  sort  of  relief.  "and  now  that  i'm  here,  you're  not  getting  rid  of  me."  he  smiled  again,  leaning  back  with  his  hands  behind  his  head.  "you  guys  got  like,  health  insurance  and  a  401k  and  shit.  and  i'm  good  at  what  i  do.  so  why  not  do  it?"  and  he  might  not  trust  the  BSAA  as  an  organization,  but  he  trusted  chris.  and  now  that  jill  was  back,  he  trusted  her,  too.

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cont'd from here ! / @inkrbbn

               she  tiredly  wondered  if  he  knew  how  horrifying  that  last  sentence  was.  surely  there  wasn't  so  much  monstrous  bullshit  in  the  world  that  he  had  to  deal  with  it  every  day,  right?  grace  wasn't  sure  she  wanted  to  live  in  that  kind  of  reality.  his  words  were  anything  but  reassuring  for  her  future  self  and  had  she  not  been  so  tired  she  might  have  started  laughing  and  then  crying  hysterically.  as  it  was,  she  was  choosing  to  focus  more  on  cleaning  him  up  than  on  the  new,  horrifying  facts  and  figures  she  now  knew  about  life  around  her.

instead,  she  let  her  expression  do  the  work  -  telling  him  he  was  horrid  at  comforting  someone  with  his  words  when  he  said  things  like  that.  but  at  least  emily  would  be  safe.  she  trusted  that  leon  would  do  right  by  her,  get  her  that  cure  and  save  her  if  he  could.  if  anyone  could  do  it,  he  could.

she  let  out  a  sigh  from  her  nose  and  went  back  to  cleaning  him  up.  it  was  scabbed  over,  but  he  still  looked  like  a  mess  -  not  that  she  didn't.  but  she  was  choosing  to  ignore  that  part.  for  now,  she  was  focusing  on  something  else,  anything  else,  which  meant  she  was  now  focused  on  his  hair,  trying  to  use  a  damp  cloth  to  clean  that  up  too.

“  i-i  know  they  bleed  a  lot.  th-that  doesn't  mean  they  shouldn't  be  taken  care  of,”  she  huffed,  arguing  back  half  heartedly  as  she  cleaned  him.

“  take  better  care  of  yourself  or  you  won't  be  dealing  with…  this,  uh,  every  d-day  for  much  longer,”  she  grunted.

[inkrbbn]

somehow,  carlos  was  under  the  impression  that  he'd  said  the  wrong  thing.  but  he  offered  her  an  apologetic  grin  that  he  hoped  smoothed  everything  over.  if  she  needed  to  busy  herself  by  fruitlessly  cleaning  him  up,  he  wasn't  going  to  stop  her—though  he  sort  of  wished  she'd  get  some  rest  instead.  she  deserved  that  much  after  everything  she'd  gone  through.  and  like  he'd  said—he  dealt  with  this  every  day.  he  would  survive.  grace  ashcroft,  on  the  other  hand…

"i  had  that  same  shit  kennedy  had  going  on,  you  know."  he  said  in  response.  "up  until  an  hour  ago,  i  didn't  think  i'd  have  much  longer  myself.  so  a  stupid  injury  from  a  dumb  mistake  is  nothing."  his  shit  was  bad  enough  that  chris  had  tried  to  insist  he  stay  home,  but  there  was  no  way  carlos  was  about  to  miss  returning  to  raccoon  city—even  if  the  thought  of  doing  just  that  made  him  want  to  throw  up.  not  going  would  have  been  worse.  and  he'd  been  rewarded  with  an  instant  cure  to  all  of  his  woes,  so  carlos  thought  his  recklessness  had  worked  out  pretty  well.

"guess  now  you're  part  of  our  little  raccoon  city  survivor  crew."  he  wasn't  sure  how  much  she  knew  about  what  had  happened  that  night,  but  somehow  this  moment  didn't  feel  like  the  time  to  dump  it  on  her.  "maybe  you'll  get  an  invite  to  the  burton  family  cookout.  barry's  smoked  brisket  is  the  only  reason  i've  stuck  around  this  long."