She's always been the strongest, always been the rock necessary for his stability to maintain some semblance of footing; he hates these circumstances, her seeing him at his worst, bottles aplently on the floor, the evident stench of defeat in the air. He says nothing, not even when her arms come around him, when his shoulders shake, when that barrier of pent up emotion finally keels over, eyelids shutting, heart thumping at the chest. She's always been the strongest,and it's never been so clear.
EVEN THE STRONGEST WOULD HAVE THEIR MOMENTS OF WEAKNESSES, as time went on. The INEVITABILITY for when one’s legs would then give out, if only for just a moment. Never were they meant to be PERFECT CREATURES, this was why they had chosen to fight on. For a future without fear, where the light at the end of that tunnel would remain that of an ETERNAL SUNRISE to which they can then fully embrace.
ALWAYS BELIEVED TO BE THE UNTOUCHABLE, the hero who could be hardly fazed. So had many would come to believe of him as such, especially as the years went by. One of the survivors of RACCOON CITY– the first survivor, as many had begun to call him. For if he himself fell, what would have been the chances for the rest of them?
He certainly had made a name for himself, as he so rightfully deserved. RESPECT and ADMIRATION earned by many, as he perhaps might have wanted– during another lifetime. Bringing upon even teasing smiles from that of this one companion. To which he would remain connected with, for the years to come. While not necessarily a facade, Leon had certainly changed to some degree. HIGH EXPECTATIONS from even those that he had yet to meet– then again, maybe he hadn’t changed all that much. Having CRAFTED A SHIELD for himself, in some ways. Like necessary modifications to that of a once basic piece of firearm, so had he needed to become stronger for the sake of others. Even when he always had been so.
He was quick to recognize who it was that stood before him, despite the drunken daze that he had since fallen into. He would sought her embrace through that of a subtle lean, the moment her arms would reach out to wound themselves around him. There he was, that BRIGHT-EYED ROOKIE who had wanted to do so much, and still did. That optimistic teenager who would offer HOPE to all those around him, despite such grim circumstances.
Taking on RESPONSIBILITIES that he would believe were all entrusted to him, and him alone.
Her grip would tighten itself across his broad back, as her chin rested itself upon his very shoulder. Pulling him that much closer to her, the moment she would feel that first shake from him travel across to her own frame. BLOOD SO OFTEN SPILLED, as new scars would continue to mark an aging but still stubborn body. Here, they would remain, for what seemed like an AGONIZING ETERNITY in itself. When in truth, there was no telling what truly laid ahead for them all. But together, no matter what, they would eventually find some way to TURN THE TIDES themselves.
Knowing that he was still right there with her, along with her brother and so many others. She wasn’t alone, and neither was he.
It’s alright, Leon. This didn’t make you any weaker. It will be alright. She would believe, something that she would tell even herself, time and again. Fear doesn’t make you any weaker. For of course, even she herself was just as afraid.
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