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@lupusigne
that place is full of nothing --
#LUPUSIGNE. an independent & private portrayal of ELENA LUPU from resident evil: village. canon divergent, completely headcanon based. multiverse friendly. written by august (25+, they/them, est). triggering themes will occur. minors dni, 21+ only. sideblog to @ashcrft.
-- but BLOOD and d e a t h.
arcane (s2) sentence starters
ep1 - 8. warning for spoilers !
โ everybody wants to be my enemy. โ โ youโre our leader. they follow you. i follow you. โ โ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. โ โ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. โ โ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. โ โ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. โ โ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. โ โ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. โ โ if you see the opening...take the shot. โ โ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. โ โ you have no inkling what family is to me. โ โ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. โ โ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. โ โ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. โ โ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. โ โ no beast is more savage than man. โ โ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. โ โ the dirt was on both our hands. โ โ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. โ โ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. โ โ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? โ โ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? โ โ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. โ โ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? โ โ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? โ โ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. โ โ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. โ โ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. โ โ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. โ โ why is peace always the justification for violence? โ โ haven't i done you enough favors? โ โ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. โ โ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? โ โ people have lost their heads for less. โ โ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. โ โ wrath must be met with wrath. โ โ what you've stolenโฆis more precious than any gold. โ โ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. โ โ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. โ โ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. โ โ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? โ โ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? โ โ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. โ โ i'm sorry. iโm not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. โ โ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? โ โ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. โ โ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. โ โ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. โ โ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. โ โ i had a different name back then, you know. โ โ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? โ โ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. โ โ such force must be a final resort. โ โ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. โ โ every time it seems like we might catch a break. โ โ you're a monster. why? why do all this? โ โ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. โ โ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. โ โ itโs nice to know there are still good ones left. โ โ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. โ โ no matter what i do, i just canโt seem to die. โ โ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. โ โ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. โ โ like it or not, we're in this mess together. โ โ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. โ โ i have a plan. youโre not gonna like it. โ โ come closer, will you, babe? โ โ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. โ
โบย ย ย ย ย TENSIONย ย LINERย ย PROMPTSย ย ย ย
"Iย ย dareย ย youย ย toย ย try."
"Doย ย youย ย alwaysย ย getย ย close?"
"Youโreย ย pushingย ย myย ย limits."
"Stopย ย lookingย ย atย ย meย ย likeย ย that."
"Iโmย ย losingย ย controlย ย here."
"Youย ย haveย ย noย ย idea,ย ย doย ย you?"
"Iย ย canโtย ย resistย ย youย ย anymore."
"Stayย ย back,ย ย orย ย donโt."
"Iย ย knowย ย whatย ย youย ย want."
"Thisย ย isย ย gettingย ย dangerousย ย now."
"Youโreย ย tooย ย temptingย ย forย ย me."
"Iย ย shouldnโtย ย wantย ย this,ย ย butโฆ"
"Iย ย donโtย ย playย ย fair,ย ย remember?"
"Careful,ย ย youโreย ย testingย ย me."
"Youโreย ย justย ย makingย ย itย ย worse."
"Youโreย ย tooย ย closeย ย forย ย comfort."
"Doย ย youย ย alwaysย ย pushย ย buttons?"
"Stopย ย beforeย ย Iย ย kissย ย you."
"Youโreย ย makingย ย itย ย tooย ย hard."
"Iย ย canโtย ย stopย ย thinkingย ย aboutย ย you."
"Iย ย wantย ย youย ย tooย ย much."
"Youย ย knowย ย exactlyย ย whatย ย youโreย ย doing."
"Iโmย ย notย ย playingย ย gamesย ย here."
"Youโveย ย crossedย ย theย ย lineย ย now."
"Keepย ย pushing,ย ย andย ย youโllย ย regretย ย it."
"Thisย ย isย ย dangerous,ย ย isnโtย ย it?"
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย notย ย toย ย care."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย meย ย regretย ย this."
"Youโreย ย playingย ย withย ย fire."
"Youย ย donโtย ย knowย ย whatโsย ย coming."
"Iย ย shouldnโtย ย beย ย thisย ย close."
"Weโreย ย gettingย ย dangerouslyย ย closeย ย now."
"Iย ย canย ย feelย ย theย ย heat."
"Donโtย ย testย ย meย ย rightย ย now."
"Iย ย wantย ย youย ย tooย ย badly."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย meย ย chaseย ย you."
"Youโreย ย distractingย ย me,ย ย youย ย know."
"Iย ย wonโtย ย fallย ย forย ย this."
"Iย ย wantย ย you,ย ย butโฆ"
"Whatย ย doย ย youย ย wantย ย fromย ย me?"
"Iโllย ย neverย ย giveย ย in."
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย notย ย toย ย care."
"Youโreย ย playingย ย withย ย myย ย patience."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย thisย ย harder,ย ย please."
"Iย ย canโtย ย stopย ย thisย ย feeling."
"Iโmย ย alreadyย ย inย ย tooย ย deep."
"Youย ย wonโtย ย walkย ย awayย ย unscathed."
"Youโreย ย walkingย ย aย ย fineย ย line."
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย toย ย stayย ย calm."
"Whatย ย areย ย youย ย doingย ย toย ย me?"
" you just.. lived with them? " he wheels around on her, the firearm still in his dominant hand, heavy. grounding. the weapon too, an echo of the past, an anchor dragging him back into the nightmare of the swamp, despite the swirls of his breath on the frozen air, sweat sticks to the back of his neck, glues his clothes to his body. " those... things have always been here and you all just, didn't care? " the shock lifts his eyebrows, aghast in the ludicrous nature of such a suggestion. " what is with this fuckin' place? she could protect you but suddenly decided she doesn't want to anymore? she's fine letting the last of you die in some shitty basement while you prayed to her? "
ethan hooks a finger at his collar, tugs the fabric. it snaps back into place, little tufts of aches dislodged in the movement. his voice is strong, he was lucky to have not inhaled much of the smoke. he looks at her, eyes raw and bloodshot, angry from the irritation of the fire, the embers, the brutality of killing her father. she looks nothing like zoe, but the sensation hangs on him, dots his skin in gooseflesh. someone has walked over his grave.
" mir-- who the hell is miranda? that old man said something about miranda, the fucking... spooky witchy lady talked about her. the weird prayer you pulled me into. " his blood beats in his ears, thudding along his vocal cords while he strains to keep his tone even, quiet. he is talking to a woman, his father's voice flits through his mind. that keeps him more restrained than the fear of another dog man nipping at his heels. he holds out his empty hand, fingers splayed, attempting to soothe the rising tension in the space between them. " is that castle where i find miranda? if she's there, that's where i'm going, i need to ask her about rose. "
the turning, the weapon -- elena couldn't help but to take a few steps backward, hands immediately rising out of fear t hat he might turn that gun on HER. anything was possible at this point, and she was still fresh off of having pointed a gun at someone herself. oh, father... she wished that she could have saved him.
"what would you like us to have done?" she couldn't help but ask, feeling a foreign kind of... frustration bubbling up inside of her once she garnered that ethan was not, in fact, going to shoot her point blank. "you saw what happened to us now -- do you think we could have taken them before? mother miranda protected us. she kept the wolves at bay." past tense. used to. elena needed answers just as much as ethan did... only about incredibly different things. he was searching for his wife and daughter. elena? well, at this point she was just searching for ANSWERS. a purpose. a reason to keep going.
"something... must have happened." denial, denial, denial. it was so strong that elena herself could almost TASTE it. defending miranda didn't feel right, sat in her stomach just as comfortably as rotten food. but what else could she do without answers? was she going to immediately assume that her protector let them all die willingly? that she... that she might have WANTED this? no. it couldn't be. if this was a test of faith, elena would not turn her back at the first obstacle.
"miranda was -- is our protector. she has been for... as long as i've been alive. longer. she has kept us safe. she... she must be in danger, in TROUBLE..." the excuses, the reasonings. elena was a smart girl, more logical than even she gave herself credit for. and so there WAS that voice in the back of her mind whispering blasphemous things.
"this is our land, our lives. the only strange thing right now is -- is YOU." because she knew these wolves, understood the dynamics of her village. miranda was a constant, the beasts were a constant. this wasn't something that just appeared overnight... unlike a certain someone. eyes narrowed slightly. now that they weren't both in a life or death situation, she was beginning to nurture her suspicions. why would they take HIS daughter? the mention of the castle snapped her out of her thoughts, though. immediately, the hair on the back of her neck rose.
"the castle is home to nothing but death. monsters are there -- worse than the beasts." just the image of them in her mind sent shivers along her spine. "if miranda is there..." could she be? WOULD she be? elena knew nothing at this point; anything was possible. "lady dimitrescu is not one to be trifled with. they don't kill just to kill -- they kill because they LIKE to."
what kind of STUPID are you?
blissfully stupid.
they say ignorance is bliss and by god you are living your best life. you skip merrily into a bear's cave to pet it as your friends scream at you to run. the world is beautiful and everyone is your best friend, nothing can possibly go wrong! you are incredibly curious and probably believe in magic. this isn't to say you're an innocent little baby, just that you see the world in a more positive light then most. you face danger with a smile, not because you are particularly brave but because you don't know there's danger to begin with.
tagged by: @rothaunt TYYY tagging: anyone this was so fun.... and accurate
to lose your family is a terrible thing, he's been told, but the very notion is absurd to a man whose lifetime is longer than her and her fatherโs combined. family is naught but a target upon his back, a blade with which he has been gutted โ a cage he has long since outgrown.
"oh, you do, do you?" a lie lacking in conviction, but it would make little difference if she did โ a thousand bullets could not stop him and she would be wiser to turn the gun upon herself. his boot hovers momentarily, caught between the impulse of kicking the door once more despite how effortlessly he could pull it from the hinges and the desire to waste some time and make a game of the ordeal. to stand silent in the shadows until she summons bravery enough to exit. he does not have the patience โ never has. an old fable, the capriciousness of mother-god's children, whispered to those whose brashness could incite punishment. laughter like a brontide โ it grows quieter, distant, the trailing of it like a thunderclap moving across the horizon and beneath it all, barely audible, the resentful honesty spoken through a sigh : "never was." with a thud! the head of his hammer hits the ground, a temporary perch for him to lean upon whilst he waits, this little tรชte-ร -tรชte extended for as long as he is amused, "bet you've got more than enough ammo too, right? how convenient."
they are all that remains. them โ and god. it had not helped him. it will not help her, either. their god is a disinterested one at best, callous at worst, ignorant to the pleas of the devoted ; silent in response to the cries of suffering children. it is how she threaded herself into the tapestry of this village โ assuming the role of mouthpiece โ and in response they painted over the faces of saints with the black wings of their newfound mother. for decades they have laid flowers at his mothers feet in gratitude for the salvation she provides as if the monsters are not her doing, as if the beasts they fear are not them. had she seen it? understood it? the lifeblood of this village has been poisoned for a century, more or less, and they are no different.
does she recognise his voice? no, probably not. the iron lord cannot claim the title of recluse the way his more unfortunate siblings could, but rarely are the villagers privy to the conversations of their betters. livestock shuffled from field to abattoir whilst their masters discuss the quality of meat.
snow gathers atop the brim of his battered hat ; the infernal machine of his body too hot for frost-tipped epaulettes to grace his shoulders. he does not feel it, but surely elena must. sooner or later, she will seek warmth โ layers of wool and fur, the comfort of a roaring hearth. here, there is no safety the veil of night can provide, she should know that. beast-men see better in the dark and he is no exception. "come out, come out, little piggy!" he steps back from the door, the snow beneath his feet turned to slush where he has stood too long, "you've got five seconds - don't say i didn't warn you." there is nowhere else to run : the only window leads to a speck of land too small for her body to lay across, a single well depreciated from years of disuse. to flee would be to turn the village into a hunting ground and it is one he has had far, far longer to become acquainted with than she, "one."
he knew she was lying. and she knew that he knew -- but what could she DO? there was a scramble as elena dropped the plank of wood that she had been holding onto as though it was a lifeline, her quick (and useless) thinking causing her to take what was left of a table and push it against the front door. it wouldn't stop him, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. there was no arguing against it. she knew that this wouldn't even count as a delay in his movements. she hissed, eyes flickering down to her left hand that now had a sizable splinter digging into her middle finger. no time. focus.
elena could feel the falling of the hammer in her TEETH, in her very soul. she could picture so clearly how it would look smashing into her skull. good, she thought briefly. maybe then, her death would be swift. but nothing about him hinted that he would make ANYTHING quick... especially not something so merciful as her end. his taunting had caused the well of her bravery to run as dry as her mouth, her throat. trying to swallow felt as though there was a 50/50 chance she would choke on her own, tacky spit. she needed WATER. she needed...
"mother miranda, save me." a whisper, a reflex, a prayer -- religious muscle memory that couldn't help but to tumble freely from her dry, cracked, and bloodied lips. she knew there was no god who would answer her. the closest thing she had to one now was the beast outside of her door, considering the fact that heisenberg all but held her fate in his hands. she wanted to LIVE. god... she wanted to live.
and then, he began to count. elena hoped that his penchant for theater would make the countdown a slow one, might give her some time to think. think, elena, THINK. but you could only be so strategic with your heart in your ears, bile rising quickly in your throat. like a rabbit being chased through a thicket, backed up against a corner and hopelessly wasting its energy by jumping as high as physically possible in order to reach safety that didn't exist. tears and snot fell from her eyes and nose respectively, the woman pitifully wiping all of it on her sleeve.
" -- are you going to hurt me?" what a stupid question. elena was positive that he would laugh at her for even asking, but she couldn't control herself. she was afraid. and she had no options. would this really be it? has she survived this entire ordeal only to die now? "please..." a beg, a sob pulled from deep in her chest as she all but PLEADED. and it might all just be falling on deaf ears... or maybe he wanted this? playing with his food until she died of a heart attack? that would be nice, came a quick musing. at least then, it wouldn't be torturous.
"p-please..." but what even was waiting for her after this? where would she go, who did she HAVE? the realization hit her with an intensity that she was sure only that large hammer could rival and, for now, the fight seemed to melt away from her. the table she had just moved as a form of protection was being pushed away from the door now -- what a stupid girl she was. she deserved whatever was going to happen. pushed the door open with shaky hands and she backed up quickly, further into the house as she gazed outside.
โบย ย ย ย ย TENSIONย ย LINERย ย PROMPTSย ย ย ย
"Iย ย dareย ย youย ย toย ย try."
"Doย ย youย ย alwaysย ย getย ย close?"
"Youโreย ย pushingย ย myย ย limits."
"Stopย ย lookingย ย atย ย meย ย likeย ย that."
"Iโmย ย losingย ย controlย ย here."
"Youย ย haveย ย noย ย idea,ย ย doย ย you?"
"Iย ย canโtย ย resistย ย youย ย anymore."
"Stayย ย back,ย ย orย ย donโt."
"Iย ย knowย ย whatย ย youย ย want."
"Thisย ย isย ย gettingย ย dangerousย ย now."
"Youโreย ย tooย ย temptingย ย forย ย me."
"Iย ย shouldnโtย ย wantย ย this,ย ย butโฆ"
"Iย ย donโtย ย playย ย fair,ย ย remember?"
"Careful,ย ย youโreย ย testingย ย me."
"Youโreย ย justย ย makingย ย itย ย worse."
"Youโreย ย tooย ย closeย ย forย ย comfort."
"Doย ย youย ย alwaysย ย pushย ย buttons?"
"Stopย ย beforeย ย Iย ย kissย ย you."
"Youโreย ย makingย ย itย ย tooย ย hard."
"Iย ย canโtย ย stopย ย thinkingย ย aboutย ย you."
"Iย ย wantย ย youย ย tooย ย much."
"Youย ย knowย ย exactlyย ย whatย ย youโreย ย doing."
"Iโmย ย notย ย playingย ย gamesย ย here."
"Youโveย ย crossedย ย theย ย lineย ย now."
"Keepย ย pushing,ย ย andย ย youโllย ย regretย ย it."
"Thisย ย isย ย dangerous,ย ย isnโtย ย it?"
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย notย ย toย ย care."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย meย ย regretย ย this."
"Youโreย ย playingย ย withย ย fire."
"Youย ย donโtย ย knowย ย whatโsย ย coming."
"Iย ย shouldnโtย ย beย ย thisย ย close."
"Weโreย ย gettingย ย dangerouslyย ย closeย ย now."
"Iย ย canย ย feelย ย theย ย heat."
"Donโtย ย testย ย meย ย rightย ย now."
"Iย ย wantย ย youย ย tooย ย badly."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย meย ย chaseย ย you."
"Youโreย ย distractingย ย me,ย ย youย ย know."
"Iย ย wonโtย ย fallย ย forย ย this."
"Iย ย wantย ย you,ย ย butโฆ"
"Whatย ย doย ย youย ย wantย ย fromย ย me?"
"Iโllย ย neverย ย giveย ย in."
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย notย ย toย ย care."
"Youโreย ย playingย ย withย ย myย ย patience."
"Donโtย ย makeย ย thisย ย harder,ย ย please."
"Iย ย canโtย ย stopย ย thisย ย feeling."
"Iโmย ย alreadyย ย inย ย tooย ย deep."
"Youย ย wonโtย ย walkย ย awayย ย unscathed."
"Youโreย ย walkingย ย aย ย fineย ย line."
"Iโmย ย tryingย ย toย ย stayย ย calm."
"Whatย ย areย ย youย ย doingย ย toย ย me?"
ETHAN WINTERS & ELENA LUPU resident evil village, 2021
gonna do some replies here tomorrow :333 elena my belovedโฆโฆ.. elena my poor sweet religiously indoctrinated angel
she is not as docile as he had considered, her skirts still damp with the blood of her father, the two of them stinking of the house fire. he had expected hysterics. the woman to fall to pieces once the adrenaline washed itself from her system, leaving her with a pounding headache and a broken heart.
" that's an understatement... " he mutters under his breath as his eyes sweep through the filthy, soil roads, thin alleys between crooked shoanty-houses. rural homes spent a century or more slowly sinking into the spongy earth.
all of this is a reflection. it is all happening again. if he closed his eyes, it is zoe striding beside him.
" yes. what-- oh, no. " he is half listening to her, his pulse still hammering in his ears, the ache in his heart pushes him to move faster, strain his hearing, desperate to catch the familiar cry of his infant daughter. panic is a fluttering bird trapped in his throat. " sorry, no, i'm not a solider, but i've been trained by them. " he doubts that makes sense and wonders how much he should divulge while rose is lost to him and his brain replays the brutal murder of his wife behind every blink, once more. " i, something like this happened before. to me. it wasn't here, i'm american. i just move-- we, my wife and i, " agony. the brutal burning open wound, like that shotgun blast through the center of elena's father. his breath hitches. he cannot mourn mia, he has to find rose. " it doesn't matter, it's just... we were supposed to be safe here. what are those, things out there. what the fuck's going on around here? "
she was sure that the screaming would come later. it happened before, raw and akin to what she imagined banshees to sound like -- but her throat was so hoarse with the ash and the grief that it was taking everything in her not to beg for them to stop in order to find water. they didn't have time for that, she knew that. her family was gone... but he still had a chance. it wouldn't all be for nothing if ethan at least reunited with those he loved.
what would happen to her? the thought managed to weasel its way into the back of her mind, blood running just a bit colder than before. she would be alone, here in the carcass of her life. would it be just her burying all of these bodies? would she be the only one to give them all proper goodbyes?
his response had her snap back into the present, grateful for the distraction that was causing anxiety to build up inside of her like bile. head cocked at his answer. "trained by soldiers, but not a soldier. that sounds like a riddle." like the ones her father would tell her when she was young -- why is a raven like a writing desk? what lacks a body but always has a tail and a head? but she didn't have time for such things now. their current reality was the only riddle she could handle right now and BARELY.
"we were also supposed to be safe." and maybe she sounded a bit bitter, an underlying current of betrayal and white hot rage beneath every word. it wasn't his fault, that's what she was telling herself. but... was it truly a coincidence that miranda turned her back on them at his arrival? was it just RANDOM that this baby should appear when miranda let the hounds loose upon them?
was this his fault?
"miranda has always kept the beasts at bay -- the worst that they've ever done was come into the village and take some livestock. it was a nuisance, but bearable. and now..." there's an exhale through her nose, a roll of her shoulders before her pace quickened by a mere fraction. "something... must have happened. miranda would not abandon us without reason. perhaps she is also a victim."
i feel like sun bleached flies is such an overused / cliche song for muses at this point but โgod loves you but not enough to save youโ really hits for elena and her feelings abt miranda (miranda doesnโt actually love her or any of them, but she doesnโt get that)
โ you look like you've got something to say. โ @rothaunt
oh, did she. it was truly an understatement as she walked alongside him, her hands white knuckle gripping the shotgun she had so recently used on her own father. she'd found a few more bullets, not that she wanted to use them, but felt a bit of solace knowing that she wouldn't be completely helpless should the two of them be separated. her fluttering heart had finally settled into a steady rhythm -- less because of her acclimation and more because of the fact that she had run out of adrenaline for the time being. elena's eyes moved back to the man, curiosity so plainly written on her face that she could no longer push it down.
"you seem surprised by many of these things -- but you move as though you've done this before." at least, that's what she'd been noticing. after her screaming had finally stopped, after her tunnel vision receded so that she could take a look at the bigger picture in front of them... there was just something about his movements.
"like a man who has not farmed for years being able to harvest wheat without needing to be taught again. were you a soldier?"
&. ๐๐ง ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ.
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
โ i could keep you safe. theyโre all afraid of me. โ
โ iโm trying to fix your hair, so hold still. โ
โ your heart is beating so fast right now. โ
โ promise me youโll still be here when i wake up. โ
โ youโre not as bad as everyone says you are. โ
โ i thought youโd like some company. โย
โ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. โ
โ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. โ
โ you can kiss me, you know. โ
โ come back to bed. โ
โ you look good like this. โ
โ working together again, itโs just like old times. โ
โ how is it you always know what i need, huh? โ
โ youโre lucky you got away with only a scratch. โย
โ i canโt imagine losing someone like that. iโm sorry. โ
โ you know you can always talk to me. โ
โ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. โ
โ so, what do i owe this pleasure? โ
โ ah, so you arenโt heartless after all. โ
โ may i have this dance? โย
โ itโs okay, you can touch me. i won't break. โ
โ enemies make the best lovers, you know. โ
โ hold still. this might sting a little. โ
โ we can't keep doing this. โย
โ you look like you've got something to say. โ
โ just relax and let me take care of you. โ
โ thought youโd be lighter without all that blood. โ
โ i had it under control. you didnโt need to do that. โ
โ everything looks so beautiful from up here. โ
โ you treat all your ladies like this? โ
โ well? how do i look? โ
โ canโt sleep? โ
โ do you mind if i smoke? โ
โ iโm scared of ending up alone. โ
โ i donโt think iโve ever seen you smile. โ
โ how long has it been since you've slept? โ
โ you are losing my interest, and thatโs very dangerous. โ
โ iโd suffer hell if youโd tell me what youโd do to me tonight. โ
โ you look really pretty right now. โ
โ iโve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. โ
โ iโm not wearing any underwear. thought youโd like to know. โ
โ just a few more stitches and youโll be as good as new. โ
โ iโd say we make a pretty good team. โ
โ i want you to forget this ever happened. โ
โ i'm here for business โ not pleasure. โ
โ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. โ
โ you'd look better down on your knees. โ
โ fine, keep acting like you hate me. โ
โ kiss me again. โ
โ are you asking me out on a date? โ
โ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. โ
โ you okay? caught you staring off into space again.ย โ
โ well, i do feel better now that you're here. โ
โ i'm not drunk enough for this. โย
โ why is it whenever we see each other, youโre covered in blood? โ
โ i was wrong about you. โย
โ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. โ
โ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? โ
โ iโm not afraid of you. โ
โ books mean more to me than people anyway. โ
โ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. โ
โ how about a kiss goodnight? โ
โ i donโt have time for distractions right now. โ
โ you shouldnโt be out here by yourself. โย
โ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. โ
that place is full of nothing --
LUPUSIGNE. an independent & private portrayal of ELENA LUPU from resident evil: village. canon divergent, completely headcanon based. multiverse friendly. written by august (25+, they/them, est). triggering themes will occur. minors dni, 21+ only. sideblog to @ashcrft. rules found here.
-- but BLOOD and d e a t h.
โ Leah Horlick from โFor Your Own Goodโ
also, while i continue to work on my carrd for my RE babies, this is who my dear elena is:
elena lupu, born magdalena lupu to leonardo and cosmina lupu -- she is one half to a set of twins, her younger sister (by 4 minutes) being florentina lupu. cosmina unfortunately passed away when they were but a few years old due to a terrible fever and lack of medicine within the village. florentina managed to find her way into the dimitrescu castle as a maid only to never been seen again -- rumors around the village is that the middle sister, daniela, is florentina reborn. elena and her father lived in the village with only each other from there, tending to livestock in their small homestead.
elena became a gifted seamstress, a go to when it came to animal husbandry, and even spent time as a reading tutor for children in the village. wicked smart, brave, stubborn, and a bit dreamy with her fantasies of leaving the village one day to maybe go on an adventure of her own. but she wouldn't leave her father's side and as miranda's presence continued to be godlike, she cut her fantasies short and began a life of devotion to mother miranda. much like a nun in a convent, she dedicated her life and service to the faith in this woman who gave them protection for it all to ultimately be destroyed.
AUBRI IBRAG getting ready for the Rabanne Womenswear Spring/Summer 2026 show at the Paris Fashion Week
