a study in: the chosen one, regrets of the past, facing your fears, haunting ghosts, upholding a legacy, found family, family lost, surviving the horrors. ( wishlist ) ♫
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𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 | 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙. 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐.
( rules can be found below. )
rules.
these are going to be really basic. first one is i only write with mutuals, and i'm selective about my mutuals. writing is a passion of mine and i expressive myself through it and i expect the same level of dedication from my writing partners.
i generally don't want my writing partners to be under the age of twenty-one, due to some dark themes that will be on this blog namely including: violence, gore, death, illness, parental loss, mental health, ptsd -- to name a few. grace is a complex character who was thrust into a dark world without choice. i aim to maintain as much of her innocence navigating the resident evils.
chemistry is shipping, and shipping is not just romance. i am obsessed with chosen family and best friend tropes in media, soulmates and everything in between. if you want to ship with grace please don't hesitate. i'm absolutely the most down to ship person on the planet.
finally, if you have the energy to be mean you will get hardblocked. i'm genuinely the most exhausted woman on earth and i disappear for stretches because of that. i don't have time for petty online drama.
discord is available upon request. if i'm not here then i'm usually on my main writing blog: croftborn.
hello i got distracted by reading project hail mary and ultimately decided i'll go watch it this weekend because i finished the book in 2 days. my muse for lara is insane so this is where i'll be found right now.
data analysts don't require firearm certifications to work in the bureau. however, it's already established that grace is somewhat of a protege in her field that even being very young in her career she's already assigned to field analysis for specific cases( she should have gone in with at least one agent come on. )
that being said, grace's gun is her own, and she's probably gotten herself firearm certified because we know she knows how to handle a gun. not necessarily work its parts or upgrade, like leon, and other characters. but the basic point and shoot and keep it functional of it all.
that being said, she also probably has learned self defense and is fit in the sense that i can see her being a runner. we know grace is not helpless, but she's also not the kick in the door type agent ... yet.
*̷ @prohdigal ... grace ashcroft, ❝ i just figured i'd come by. ❞
the office of agent kennedy could easily be mistaken for an abandoned unit, if not for the simple fact that he happens to be inside. otherwise, the space bears no personal effects, or signs of being frequently used. the only thing claiming it as his, is the narrow nameplate afixed to the desk — leon s. kennedy. leon himself stands behind the desk, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, as he sorts through a stack of documents. his office is a pit stop, and nothing more, to collect whatever's been left on his desk, choke down a cup of what the d.s.o insists of calling coffee, and move on again.
he slides a handful of papers into a manila folder, intent on leaving in the next few minutes, when there's a soft knock at the door ... and grace's voice that follows. ❝ hey, you. ❞ he looks up, tired eyes softening as a small smile tugs at his corners. ❝ you've got great timing, i was just 'bout finished here. ❞ the folder in his hands is tossed onto the desk, forgotten for now. the bureaucrats can wait. grace, on the other hand, has his full attention.
instinctively, leon's gaze sweeps over her, searching for any signs of immediate distress. ❝ everythin' alright? ❞ he asks, before the corner of his mouth tilts more into something of tease. ❝ not needing to borrow my gun again, are you? ❞ he jerks his chin toward the coat rack, where requiem sits within his hanging holster. leon then circles around his desk, and settles upon the front edge, with arms folded and ankles crossed. ❝ how's emily? did she, uh, get the bear i sent over? sorry i couldn't stop by, had to do some ... let's just call it damage control. ❞
she was testing the waters, in her mind there was a confident pep in her step rather than the actual shuffle against lineoleum as she approached security and briefly flashed her fbi badge. quick sign in and she's past the turnstiles, scrolling through texts to find out where leon had told her his office was. the hallways get dimmer, darker, office wall paintings and plants disappear. as if the interior didn't matter, this particular section of the building is usually empty. agents are never here, always off to somewhere remote. the quiet is as eerie as it is comforting, grace might like it more than the busy atrium and her chaotic cubicle.
she finds the door with the name in print and knocks, walks in to escape the empty hallways that stretch on both sides, swallowed by the dim lights. she didn't like the dark before but now she absolutely hates it. immediately, though, her heart settles when she sees leon. her eyes follow the folder as it lands on the pile of other folders, tugging on the strap of her backpack as tries to find anything to sit on and settles for an attempt at a laid back perch against one of the filing cabinets. ❝ everything's fine, great, actually. back at work, so that's great. ❞ grace rattles on, excited that her routine seems fit back into the fractured seams of her life again. she casts a look at the gun and laughs, ❝ no, nope. i can do without the firepower. ❞ she promises, holding her palms up to decline the offer.
she chews awkwardly at her lip as they settle in a static, very uncharacteristic for the two of them, and she tilts her head to meet leon's smile. ❝ she loves it. she's picked out a couple more, she has an army of them now. ❞ grace beams at the line up of stuffed animals that have become a necessity to daily activities. ❝ she's been asking about when you'd come over. ❞ she tacks on when he mentions damage control, and her face contorts. the ordeal in the bureau has completely been handed over to the DSO, done and dealt with after debriefing grace and no mention of it. she continues to dig, of course, but every lead is a dead end, and every file requires clearances she would spend months waiting for. she couldn't wait.
❝ hey, uh, i wanted to show you something. ❞ graces fishes out the report from her bag, sealed in a top secret folder she's learned how to reseal to ensure no one knows it's been accessed. the report that has it all. ❝ i've been working on this ... for years. it's everything i found from my mom's work, and everything i found in ARK and ...❞ grace's molars grind as she folds her arms back against her chest, ❝ it's shit. it's nothing. it won't change anything. ❞ she preludes as her eyes flit over leon's face again, ❝ but it could. if i...had access to the right resources. worked with the right people. ❞
