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“ Seems like we could both use a drink. “

- @rxcooncityy

His words didn’t fall on deaf ears, she always had a habit of not reacting right away. The stale air that surrounded them consumed the tired cadence of a woman who had swallowed too much of the world and still chose to walk the darkened path alone. For a moment she let the smoke settle, the silence wrap them in a calming embrace.

Silence was always Ada’s way of feeling like she had control over a situation, even one as gentle as this one. She was always guarded despite the exhaustion that filled her amber gems consuming the sparkle that had once been there. Even now she hadn’t learned how to drop her shield, to cease the fight within her.

A slow smile curved on lips stained in red as her eyes slowly turned to the male standing next to her. The one person who managed to become a constant in the world she called her life. “A drink, I remember I once thought coffee would be enough to get by in this lifestyle.” She hummed as she returned her gaze to the horizon. There was a time she had assumed people drank to celebrate and to forget.

As it turns out, most drink to remember a reason to feel something. She tilted her head her raven-colored locks framing her face. “I suppose if you are buying, I could tolerate one glass or two.”

The silence that came from the spy seemed reassuring for a while. He was used to the silence from the other end, especially from Ada. She had a complex way of how she handled things; whether it be keeping herself locked away from the rest of the world, or the solace she felt when she continued to walk through the empty streets alone despite the smoke that threatened to consume her entirely.

It was always a game with her, Leon knew it. He still decided to participate being wrapped around her finger even if it dug a bigger wound on the inside. Sometimes he figured he enjoyed being led on by Ada, knowing it always led to them surviving in the end and there being a chance that he’d see her again afterwards.

Leon observed her closely with her being within his reach, with her beautiful black-locks that framed her face perfectly despite that years that have worn them both down—it was surprising she could still hold herself with the same poise he knew so well.

The agent followed the way her head turned towards the horizon that fell upon the two, the same sky that had seen them do horrific things to survive during missions. “ That makes two. “

The agent puffed out a short breath in placeholder of a laugh at her acceptance. “ It wouldn’t be gentleman-like if I didn’t buy you a few drinks, right? “

Silence drifted between them the moment he responded, something that could easily be mistaken for distance. For those who knew better, knew that the soft silence that fell with Ada was her both her means of control and her biggest betrayer. Often telling when her walls were softer in nature, the world she often tried to hide from the world.

She studied him the way the years had carved themselves into him, into the both of them. Exhaustion wasn’t something easily hidden, the things they seen where sleep escaped them to bitter nightmares of the things they had seen, the things they had lost. “Don’t think a few drinks will get me home with you.” A playful tease that he was one of the few who got to see.

Her eyes returned to the calm horizon before she shifted to move. She could feel his eyes on her, she always did when he was looking. It wasn’t the same look at mosh looked at her with, with Leon it was always different. Missions, intentions, somehow even the lies she told herself became obsolete when Leon was near. A truth she wouldn’t admit too, nor allow herself to accept.

She looked back to where the vehicles sat empty, he may have been paying for the drinks tonight but accepting them would cost her something far deeper than anyone could realize. Ada didn’t form connections or bond easily, yet this one clung to her like a mission she couldn’t outrun. “Do we take one vehicle? Or should I meet you there?”

The silence wasn't uncomfortable for Leon; he had welcomed the solitude with open arms after enduring being alone after completing missions. It impaired him and molded him into the man he was today. He snorted at her playful tease--it was one of the rare sentimental moments he had with her after their assignments. " I consider it more of a... " He leaned subtlety into her side, his head tilting as a playful lilt appeared in his eyes. " Repayment... than taking you home with me. " He rotated his head to meet the two empty cars behind them, seeing their reflections on the films--it felt like he was looking in the mirror. Seeing his weary face next to the woman he had met when he was a rookie. " I reckon it'd waste less gas using one. " He gestured towards the cars ahead, coming to lean off of the railing and walk towards the two parked vehicles, now coming to lean against his car.

She regarded him from the corner of her eye, an eyebrow arching as his shoulder met her own. The playful glint that she had always found endearing about him. “Repayment? Such an expensive word for a man who insists on buying me dinner everytime our paths cross.” She hummed a gentle sound that vibrated from her throat.

She stood fully slowly walking ahead of him, her eyes trained on the vehicles. Ada always made sure to walk a few feet in front of him, so that she remained within his view at least when they weren’t working. “I’ll let you drive..much like the gas, it’ll save you the pride of not loosing the debate of whose car.” She quipped as she brushed her fingers against the hood of his car.

Before she helped herself to the passengers side car, her eyes lifted meeting his blues. “This isn’t a debt Leon, you owe me nothing.” She let the curve of her smile be seen before opening the door and sitting. She tried to be the same mysterious woman she was when they met in Raccoon City, however the years had given her a softer place. Perhaps it was the exhaustion.

She leaned back in the seat, adjusting the bottom of the red button down she wore. Still her signature color, still wearing heels that made her seem taller than she was. “Consider this a protest against saying goodbye.” Then a slow exhale of a laugh. “For the time being.”

Leon's arm swept over the hood of his car while he watched her enter the passenger seat with his treat in her mind. He smiled back, though he was sure she didn't see it before entering. His hand slid down towards the handle and pulled it backwards, also coming to slide into the car. " It seemed to work, didn't it? " His smirk grew, his dull eyes lingering on Ada for a moment longer before starting the engine of his car. " Besides... We both deserve a night off. "

A few moments later, they both had arrived at a small bar that Leon had went to on his nights off...The sun had officially set now, leaving the sky a beautiful array of stars across the black canvas. It was quiet on days like these. Leon had gotten out of the car and was already on the way to open the passenger side for the woman sitting comfortably against the car-cushions. Before opening the car door, he gave her a small smile, then opened it and stepped out of the way--holding onto the door. " Let me get that for you. "

“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “

The two were always inevitably tied in virtually everything they did, despite consistently ending up on opposite sides. This time is no different. Leon's presence is a nuisance and a blessing all at once.

She can't focus on her objective if he's standing here, but she's never able to shake him off. Mostly because she doesn't really want to.

"You're feeling sentimental today."

So is she. It's been a long time since she last ran into him during one of these missions. He looks more worn down each time, but there's still that same look in his eyes that he had back in Raccoon City.

That twinkle of hope for an impossible future that he would keep fighting for anyway. Ada never understood that.

"Still don't work and tell," she hums, readjusting the black leather glove on her left hand. "But it looks like neither of us have settled down."

It had always been the two of them, regardless of what work they did or whether they were on opposing sides…Leon had always found himself attracted to Ada like a moth to a flame; whether he wanted to admit that outloud or not. Somehow he thought she knew—with the same knowing smirk and the way she had held herself even during the numerous hideous mistakes that humanity created. They were always there, the elephant in the room never fully being addressed.

He had always risked his life for Ada without a second-thought…Thought about her on multiple occasions when the world was finally quiet. He never understood why he could never physically leave her be—even when she slipped through his fingers every time he had finally grabbed ahold of her.

Leon grunted in response about sentimentality, a playful tiny smile molding on his lips.

“ Better enjoy it while it’s still there. “ He quipped, though there was barely any energy behind his tone. Leaving only room for the weary look and the similar glint in his eyes of the rookie cop back in Raccoon.

“ I hoped that you changed throughout the years apart, “ He watched as she adjusted with her glove with a look of familiarity. “ Seems like I was wrong. “

Of course, the constant sacrifices Leon makes still remain on Ada's mind. The bullet he took for her in Raccoon. The time he saved her in Spain. The way he held her in China.

It's dangerous. For both of them.

Distractions are something Ada can't afford. Weaknesses are something Ada can't have. And Leon is both of those things.

"You always hope for the impossible."

She tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling too vulnerable, as if she thinks that physically blocking her heart will make it any harder for Leon to weasel his way in. She knows it won't.

"You haven't changed," she sighs, overcome with déjà vu.

Leon is both heroic and full of mistakes he can never redo. The night of Raccoon City…With numerous of people dying on him despite his efforts and barely making it out of there alive, or maybe the time in China where he had nearly watched Ada die right in his arms. He could never truly undo letting people down.

It was part of the job, but the same rookie cop Ada had met still remained on the inside.

“ Nothings ever impossible…And it’s part of the job to keep holding on. “

Leon noticed Ada had crossed her arms over her chest, seeing the way she had subtly attempted to lock away her heart in hopes he wouldn’t dig deeper into it. He knew she was never one for being cornered…He wasn’t either.

He was quiet for a long moment. His weary blue eyes were staring into her black orbs—weighing his options.

“ … Seems like we both have a lot in common than I initially thought. “

The tiredness in Leon’s eyes only gets worse with the passage of time. It’s the same for Ada, too.

She’s still dressed to the nines, of course. Still prepared for anything the world might throw at her. But she’s exhausted, and riddled with guilt for all the bad men she’s helped.

They’ve both been tangled up in this sort of business for much longer than either of them wished to— yet they both cling to this cycle. It’s the only constant they have.

“All of the worst things,” she remarks, a bittersweet chuckle escaping her as she reminisces their decades-long shared suffering.

The regret ate at him too, for different reasons entirely. Ada only seemed to worsen it and sweeten it at the same time, something he didn’t understand.

His instincts and combat had only gotten better throughout the years; though he flinched whenever he heard something relatively close to the events that had ultimately destroyed his life.

He was always on his feet, and so was she. That was what made them the same. But for Leon, it was one of the only things he was holding onto.

“ Maybe it’s fate everytime we see eachother, “ He spoke, his voice low. “ A funny way of saying it. “

His stare never let down, his eyes still trying to pierce through the hard exterior of the woman standing just before him. Wanting to understand where she stood for once.

Fate. Ada would be a liar if she were to say that that very same thought doesn’t cross her mind too every now and then— so she simply refuses to admit it. It’s the safest route. It always has been.

But it’s true. This invisible string that ties them together has never once failed at pulling them inevitably closer— and it’s a stubborn thing. One that Ada can’t cut, no matter how sharp the knife is.

She can’t escape him— and, truthfully, she doesn’t even want to.

“Fate isn’t something you and I are allowed to believe in.”

The smile on her face exhibits no joy as she looks around them, looks down at her gloved hands, at the firearm clutched in her left.

Just the pained acceptance that:

“This, is it. This is all we get.”

Years of frustration and running away had finally come to a stop in this very moment, where the two were being pulled together like a magnet being attracted to iron. Magnets can attract but can also be ripped apart at any given time by a burden. That's how it felt to him--they were opposing magnet pieces that go together, but fate continued to tear them apart and put them back together. He let out a sigh at last, a breath he didn't know he was holding. Watching her looking down at her firearm with a tired look. " Fate is the only valuable thing left in the dirt to grab. " He stared at her for a long time. She was his fate, how he had stared at her back for longer than he could remember. " Whether we're deserving of it , or not. " His fists clenched at his sides, then unclenched. The thought ate him alive. " It doesn't have to be this way. "

Ada's gaze lingers on the dull gleam of her firearm before the finally looks up at him. There's exhaustion in his eyes— but not surrender. Never that.

"You call it fate." Her voice softens, carrying none of its usual teasing edge. "I call it gravity."

She takes a slow step toward him, stopping just close enough to see the conflict etched across his face.

"No matter how many times we pull away, we always find each other again."

For a fleeting moment, she reaches up, her gloved fingertip brushing against the back of Leon's clenched hand in a touch so light it could have been imagined.

"But every time we do," she whispers, "someone pays for it."

Her hand slips away before he can hold it.

"I don't want that someone to be you."

Leon watched her with an intrigued look on his face--seeming mesmerized by the way she held herself so well, walked into places like she owned it...Then there was him, still chasing after the ghosts of the people he couldn't safe. Though, without a doubt...She felt the same regret he did. He stayed quiet for a long moment, his eyes tracing the way she had ever so gently brushed against the back of his hands, his dull eyes moderately widened just a fraction. " It wish I could promise it won't be. " He sighed, glancing back down at the barrel of her gun. " But I've found you, every time for the past few years, haven't I? " The agent's hand reached out, as if wanting to grab her hand again...But he retracted it before it got anywhere near her. " I'm hard to get rid of, I promise. " He smiled, though the smile didn't fully reach his eyes.

“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “

The two were always inevitably tied in virtually everything they did, despite consistently ending up on opposite sides. This time is no different. Leon's presence is a nuisance and a blessing all at once.

She can't focus on her objective if he's standing here, but she's never able to shake him off. Mostly because she doesn't really want to.

"You're feeling sentimental today."

So is she. It's been a long time since she last ran into him during one of these missions. He looks more worn down each time, but there's still that same look in his eyes that he had back in Raccoon City.

That twinkle of hope for an impossible future that he would keep fighting for anyway. Ada never understood that.

"Still don't work and tell," she hums, readjusting the black leather glove on her left hand. "But it looks like neither of us have settled down."

It had always been the two of them, regardless of what work they did or whether they were on opposing sides…Leon had always found himself attracted to Ada like a moth to a flame; whether he wanted to admit that outloud or not. Somehow he thought she knew—with the same knowing smirk and the way she had held herself even during the numerous hideous mistakes that humanity created. They were always there, the elephant in the room never fully being addressed.

He had always risked his life for Ada without a second-thought…Thought about her on multiple occasions when the world was finally quiet. He never understood why he could never physically leave her be—even when she slipped through his fingers every time he had finally grabbed ahold of her.

Leon grunted in response about sentimentality, a playful tiny smile molding on his lips.

“ Better enjoy it while it’s still there. “ He quipped, though there was barely any energy behind his tone. Leaving only room for the weary look and the similar glint in his eyes of the rookie cop back in Raccoon.

“ I hoped that you changed throughout the years apart, “ He watched as she adjusted with her glove with a look of familiarity. “ Seems like I was wrong. “

Of course, the constant sacrifices Leon makes still remain on Ada's mind. The bullet he took for her in Raccoon. The time he saved her in Spain. The way he held her in China.

It's dangerous. For both of them.

Distractions are something Ada can't afford. Weaknesses are something Ada can't have. And Leon is both of those things.

"You always hope for the impossible."

She tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling too vulnerable, as if she thinks that physically blocking her heart will make it any harder for Leon to weasel his way in. She knows it won't.

"You haven't changed," she sighs, overcome with déjà vu.

Leon is both heroic and full of mistakes he can never redo. The night of Raccoon City…With numerous of people dying on him despite his efforts and barely making it out of there alive, or maybe the time in China where he had nearly watched Ada die right in his arms. He could never truly undo letting people down.

It was part of the job, but the same rookie cop Ada had met still remained on the inside.

“ Nothings ever impossible…And it’s part of the job to keep holding on. “

Leon noticed Ada had crossed her arms over her chest, seeing the way she had subtly attempted to lock away her heart in hopes he wouldn’t dig deeper into it. He knew she was never one for being cornered…He wasn’t either.

He was quiet for a long moment. His weary blue eyes were staring into her black orbs—weighing his options.

“ … Seems like we both have a lot in common than I initially thought. “

The tiredness in Leon’s eyes only gets worse with the passage of time. It’s the same for Ada, too.

She’s still dressed to the nines, of course. Still prepared for anything the world might throw at her. But she’s exhausted, and riddled with guilt for all the bad men she’s helped.

They’ve both been tangled up in this sort of business for much longer than either of them wished to— yet they both cling to this cycle. It’s the only constant they have.

“All of the worst things,” she remarks, a bittersweet chuckle escaping her as she reminisces their decades-long shared suffering.

The regret ate at him too, for different reasons entirely. Ada only seemed to worsen it and sweeten it at the same time, something he didn’t understand.

His instincts and combat had only gotten better throughout the years; though he flinched whenever he heard something relatively close to the events that had ultimately destroyed his life.

He was always on his feet, and so was she. That was what made them the same. But for Leon, it was one of the only things he was holding onto.

“ Maybe it’s fate everytime we see eachother, “ He spoke, his voice low. “ A funny way of saying it. “

His stare never let down, his eyes still trying to pierce through the hard exterior of the woman standing just before him. Wanting to understand where she stood for once.

Fate. Ada would be a liar if she were to say that that very same thought doesn’t cross her mind too every now and then— so she simply refuses to admit it. It’s the safest route. It always has been.

But it’s true. This invisible string that ties them together has never once failed at pulling them inevitably closer— and it’s a stubborn thing. One that Ada can’t cut, no matter how sharp the knife is.

She can’t escape him— and, truthfully, she doesn’t even want to.

“Fate isn’t something you and I are allowed to believe in.”

The smile on her face exhibits no joy as she looks around them, looks down at her gloved hands, at the firearm clutched in her left.

Just the pained acceptance that:

“This, is it. This is all we get.”

Years of frustration and running away had finally come to a stop in this very moment, where the two were being pulled together like a magnet being attracted to iron. Magnets can attract but can also be ripped apart at any given time by a burden. That's how it felt to him--they were opposing magnet pieces that go together, but fate continued to tear them apart and put them back together. He let out a sigh at last, a breath he didn't know he was holding. Watching her looking down at her firearm with a tired look. " Fate is the only valuable thing left in the dirt to grab. " He stared at her for a long time. She was his fate, how he had stared at her back for longer than he could remember. " Whether we're deserving of it , or not. " His fists clenched at his sides, then unclenched. The thought ate him alive. " It doesn't have to be this way. "

“ Seems like we could both use a drink. “

- @rxcooncityy

His words didn’t fall on deaf ears, she always had a habit of not reacting right away. The stale air that surrounded them consumed the tired cadence of a woman who had swallowed too much of the world and still chose to walk the darkened path alone. For a moment she let the smoke settle, the silence wrap them in a calming embrace.

Silence was always Ada’s way of feeling like she had control over a situation, even one as gentle as this one. She was always guarded despite the exhaustion that filled her amber gems consuming the sparkle that had once been there. Even now she hadn’t learned how to drop her shield, to cease the fight within her.

A slow smile curved on lips stained in red as her eyes slowly turned to the male standing next to her. The one person who managed to become a constant in the world she called her life. “A drink, I remember I once thought coffee would be enough to get by in this lifestyle.” She hummed as she returned her gaze to the horizon. There was a time she had assumed people drank to celebrate and to forget.

As it turns out, most drink to remember a reason to feel something. She tilted her head her raven-colored locks framing her face. “I suppose if you are buying, I could tolerate one glass or two.”

The silence that came from the spy seemed reassuring for a while. He was used to the silence from the other end, especially from Ada. She had a complex way of how she handled things; whether it be keeping herself locked away from the rest of the world, or the solace she felt when she continued to walk through the empty streets alone despite the smoke that threatened to consume her entirely.

It was always a game with her, Leon knew it. He still decided to participate being wrapped around her finger even if it dug a bigger wound on the inside. Sometimes he figured he enjoyed being led on by Ada, knowing it always led to them surviving in the end and there being a chance that he’d see her again afterwards.

Leon observed her closely with her being within his reach, with her beautiful black-locks that framed her face perfectly despite that years that have worn them both down—it was surprising she could still hold herself with the same poise he knew so well.

The agent followed the way her head turned towards the horizon that fell upon the two, the same sky that had seen them do horrific things to survive during missions. “ That makes two. “

The agent puffed out a short breath in placeholder of a laugh at her acceptance. “ It wouldn’t be gentleman-like if I didn’t buy you a few drinks, right? “

Silence drifted between them the moment he responded, something that could easily be mistaken for distance. For those who knew better, knew that the soft silence that fell with Ada was her both her means of control and her biggest betrayer. Often telling when her walls were softer in nature, the world she often tried to hide from the world.

She studied him the way the years had carved themselves into him, into the both of them. Exhaustion wasn’t something easily hidden, the things they seen where sleep escaped them to bitter nightmares of the things they had seen, the things they had lost. “Don’t think a few drinks will get me home with you.” A playful tease that he was one of the few who got to see.

Her eyes returned to the calm horizon before she shifted to move. She could feel his eyes on her, she always did when he was looking. It wasn’t the same look at mosh looked at her with, with Leon it was always different. Missions, intentions, somehow even the lies she told herself became obsolete when Leon was near. A truth she wouldn’t admit too, nor allow herself to accept.

She looked back to where the vehicles sat empty, he may have been paying for the drinks tonight but accepting them would cost her something far deeper than anyone could realize. Ada didn’t form connections or bond easily, yet this one clung to her like a mission she couldn’t outrun. “Do we take one vehicle? Or should I meet you there?”

The silence wasn't uncomfortable for Leon; he had welcomed the solitude with open arms after enduring being alone after completing missions. It impaired him and molded him into the man he was today. He snorted at her playful tease--it was one of the rare sentimental moments he had with her after their assignments. " I consider it more of a... " He leaned subtlety into her side, his head tilting as a playful lilt appeared in his eyes. " Repayment... than taking you home with me. " He rotated his head to meet the two empty cars behind them, seeing their reflections on the films--it felt like he was looking in the mirror. Seeing his weary face next to the woman he had met when he was a rookie. " I reckon it'd waste less gas using one. " He gestured towards the cars ahead, coming to lean off of the railing and walk towards the two parked vehicles, now coming to lean against his car.

“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “

The two were always inevitably tied in virtually everything they did, despite consistently ending up on opposite sides. This time is no different. Leon's presence is a nuisance and a blessing all at once.

She can't focus on her objective if he's standing here, but she's never able to shake him off. Mostly because she doesn't really want to.

"You're feeling sentimental today."

So is she. It's been a long time since she last ran into him during one of these missions. He looks more worn down each time, but there's still that same look in his eyes that he had back in Raccoon City.

That twinkle of hope for an impossible future that he would keep fighting for anyway. Ada never understood that.

"Still don't work and tell," she hums, readjusting the black leather glove on her left hand. "But it looks like neither of us have settled down."

It had always been the two of them, regardless of what work they did or whether they were on opposing sides…Leon had always found himself attracted to Ada like a moth to a flame; whether he wanted to admit that outloud or not. Somehow he thought she knew—with the same knowing smirk and the way she had held herself even during the numerous hideous mistakes that humanity created. They were always there, the elephant in the room never fully being addressed.

He had always risked his life for Ada without a second-thought…Thought about her on multiple occasions when the world was finally quiet. He never understood why he could never physically leave her be—even when she slipped through his fingers every time he had finally grabbed ahold of her.

Leon grunted in response about sentimentality, a playful tiny smile molding on his lips.

“ Better enjoy it while it’s still there. “ He quipped, though there was barely any energy behind his tone. Leaving only room for the weary look and the similar glint in his eyes of the rookie cop back in Raccoon.

“ I hoped that you changed throughout the years apart, “ He watched as she adjusted with her glove with a look of familiarity. “ Seems like I was wrong. “

Of course, the constant sacrifices Leon makes still remain on Ada's mind. The bullet he took for her in Raccoon. The time he saved her in Spain. The way he held her in China.

It's dangerous. For both of them.

Distractions are something Ada can't afford. Weaknesses are something Ada can't have. And Leon is both of those things.

"You always hope for the impossible."

She tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling too vulnerable, as if she thinks that physically blocking her heart will make it any harder for Leon to weasel his way in. She knows it won't.

"You haven't changed," she sighs, overcome with déjà vu.

Leon is both heroic and full of mistakes he can never redo. The night of Raccoon City…With numerous of people dying on him despite his efforts and barely making it out of there alive, or maybe the time in China where he had nearly watched Ada die right in his arms. He could never truly undo letting people down.

It was part of the job, but the same rookie cop Ada had met still remained on the inside.

“ Nothings ever impossible…And it’s part of the job to keep holding on. “

Leon noticed Ada had crossed her arms over her chest, seeing the way she had subtly attempted to lock away her heart in hopes he wouldn’t dig deeper into it. He knew she was never one for being cornered…He wasn’t either.

He was quiet for a long moment. His weary blue eyes were staring into her black orbs—weighing his options.

“ … Seems like we both have a lot in common than I initially thought. “

The tiredness in Leon’s eyes only gets worse with the passage of time. It’s the same for Ada, too.

She’s still dressed to the nines, of course. Still prepared for anything the world might throw at her. But she’s exhausted, and riddled with guilt for all the bad men she’s helped.

They’ve both been tangled up in this sort of business for much longer than either of them wished to— yet they both cling to this cycle. It’s the only constant they have.

“All of the worst things,” she remarks, a bittersweet chuckle escaping her as she reminisces their decades-long shared suffering.

The regret ate at him too, for different reasons entirely. Ada only seemed to worsen it and sweeten it at the same time, something he didn’t understand.

His instincts and combat had only gotten better throughout the years; though he flinched whenever he heard something relatively close to the events that had ultimately destroyed his life.

He was always on his feet, and so was she. That was what made them the same. But for Leon, it was one of the only things he was holding onto.

“ Maybe it’s fate everytime we see eachother, “ He spoke, his voice low. “ A funny way of saying it. “

His stare never let down, his eyes still trying to pierce through the hard exterior of the woman standing just before him. Wanting to understand where she stood for once.

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“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “

The two were always inevitably tied in virtually everything they did, despite consistently ending up on opposite sides. This time is no different. Leon's presence is a nuisance and a blessing all at once.

She can't focus on her objective if he's standing here, but she's never able to shake him off. Mostly because she doesn't really want to.

"You're feeling sentimental today."

So is she. It's been a long time since she last ran into him during one of these missions. He looks more worn down each time, but there's still that same look in his eyes that he had back in Raccoon City.

That twinkle of hope for an impossible future that he would keep fighting for anyway. Ada never understood that.

"Still don't work and tell," she hums, readjusting the black leather glove on her left hand. "But it looks like neither of us have settled down."

It had always been the two of them, regardless of what work they did or whether they were on opposing sides…Leon had always found himself attracted to Ada like a moth to a flame; whether he wanted to admit that outloud or not. Somehow he thought she knew—with the same knowing smirk and the way she had held herself even during the numerous hideous mistakes that humanity created. They were always there, the elephant in the room never fully being addressed.

He had always risked his life for Ada without a second-thought…Thought about her on multiple occasions when the world was finally quiet. He never understood why he could never physically leave her be—even when she slipped through his fingers every time he had finally grabbed ahold of her.

Leon grunted in response about sentimentality, a playful tiny smile molding on his lips.

“ Better enjoy it while it’s still there. “ He quipped, though there was barely any energy behind his tone. Leaving only room for the weary look and the similar glint in his eyes of the rookie cop back in Raccoon.

“ I hoped that you changed throughout the years apart, “ He watched as she adjusted with her glove with a look of familiarity. “ Seems like I was wrong. “

Of course, the constant sacrifices Leon makes still remain on Ada's mind. The bullet he took for her in Raccoon. The time he saved her in Spain. The way he held her in China.

It's dangerous. For both of them.

Distractions are something Ada can't afford. Weaknesses are something Ada can't have. And Leon is both of those things.

"You always hope for the impossible."

She tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling too vulnerable, as if she thinks that physically blocking her heart will make it any harder for Leon to weasel his way in. She knows it won't.

"You haven't changed," she sighs, overcome with déjà vu.

Leon is both heroic and full of mistakes he can never redo. The night of Raccoon City…With numerous of people dying on him despite his efforts and barely making it out of there alive, or maybe the time in China where he had nearly watched Ada die right in his arms. He could never truly undo letting people down.

It was part of the job, but the same rookie cop Ada had met still remained on the inside.

“ Nothings ever impossible…And it’s part of the job to keep holding on. “

Leon noticed Ada had crossed her arms over her chest, seeing the way she had subtly attempted to lock away her heart in hopes he wouldn’t dig deeper into it. He knew she was never one for being cornered…He wasn’t either.

He was quiet for a long moment. His weary blue eyes were staring into her black orbs—weighing his options.

“ … Seems like we both have a lot in common than I initially thought. “

“ Seems like we could both use a drink. “

- @rxcooncityy

His words didn’t fall on deaf ears, she always had a habit of not reacting right away. The stale air that surrounded them consumed the tired cadence of a woman who had swallowed too much of the world and still chose to walk the darkened path alone. For a moment she let the smoke settle, the silence wrap them in a calming embrace.

Silence was always Ada’s way of feeling like she had control over a situation, even one as gentle as this one. She was always guarded despite the exhaustion that filled her amber gems consuming the sparkle that had once been there. Even now she hadn’t learned how to drop her shield, to cease the fight within her.

A slow smile curved on lips stained in red as her eyes slowly turned to the male standing next to her. The one person who managed to become a constant in the world she called her life. “A drink, I remember I once thought coffee would be enough to get by in this lifestyle.” She hummed as she returned her gaze to the horizon. There was a time she had assumed people drank to celebrate and to forget.

As it turns out, most drink to remember a reason to feel something. She tilted her head her raven-colored locks framing her face. “I suppose if you are buying, I could tolerate one glass or two.”

The silence that came from the spy seemed reassuring for a while. He was used to the silence from the other end, especially from Ada. She had a complex way of how she handled things; whether it be keeping herself locked away from the rest of the world, or the solace she felt when she continued to walk through the empty streets alone despite the smoke that threatened to consume her entirely.

It was always a game with her, Leon knew it. He still decided to participate being wrapped around her finger even if it dug a bigger wound on the inside. Sometimes he figured he enjoyed being led on by Ada, knowing it always led to them surviving in the end and there being a chance that he’d see her again afterwards.

Leon observed her closely with her being within his reach, with her beautiful black-locks that framed her face perfectly despite that years that have worn them both down—it was surprising she could still hold herself with the same poise he knew so well.

The agent followed the way her head turned towards the horizon that fell upon the two, the same sky that had seen them do horrific things to survive during missions. “ That makes two. “

The agent puffed out a short breath in placeholder of a laugh at her acceptance. “ It wouldn’t be gentleman-like if I didn’t buy you a few drinks, right? “

“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “

The two were always inevitably tied in virtually everything they did, despite consistently ending up on opposite sides. This time is no different. Leon's presence is a nuisance and a blessing all at once.

She can't focus on her objective if he's standing here, but she's never able to shake him off. Mostly because she doesn't really want to.

"You're feeling sentimental today."

So is she. It's been a long time since she last ran into him during one of these missions. He looks more worn down each time, but there's still that same look in his eyes that he had back in Raccoon City.

That twinkle of hope for an impossible future that he would keep fighting for anyway. Ada never understood that.

"Still don't work and tell," she hums, readjusting the black leather glove on her left hand. "But it looks like neither of us have settled down."

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It had always been the two of them, regardless of what work they did or whether they were on opposing sides…Leon had always found himself attracted to Ada like a moth to a flame; whether he wanted to admit that outloud or not. Somehow he thought she knew—with the same knowing smirk and the way she had held herself even during the numerous hideous mistakes that humanity created. They were always there, the elephant in the room never fully being addressed.

He had always risked his life for Ada without a second-thought…Thought about her on multiple occasions when the world was finally quiet. He never understood why he could never physically leave her be—even when she slipped through his fingers every time he had finally grabbed ahold of her.

Leon grunted in response about sentimentality, a playful tiny smile molding on his lips.

“ Better enjoy it while it’s still there. “ He quipped, though there was barely any energy behind his tone. Leaving only room for the weary look and the similar glint in his eyes of the rookie cop back in Raccoon.

“ I hoped that you changed throughout the years apart, “ He watched as she adjusted with her glove with a look of familiarity. “ Seems like I was wrong. “

I never did find out who the blue man was. I suppose he wasn't too upset with me. Who knows! Perks of working in a casino, I suppose.

Thank you for the hug!

Seems like a pretty nice guy if he wasnt pissed.

stay safe<3

#ooc asks

“ Still chasing loose ends? Or did you decide to finally settle down? “

- @rxcooncityy

Ada quirks her brow, a small smirk tugging at her glossed lips.

“Settle down?”

She lets out a sharp breath from her nose in lieu of a genuine laugh.

“You know the answer to that.”

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Leon watched Ada with hollowed-eyes, it was a question of genuine interest... Yet it felt so foolish asking her such when they both find eachother regardless of their mission.

“ I can only assume, you are pretty… enigmatic. “

He replied somberly, though there was a spark of curiosity that crossed his mind.

“ I can never seem to track you, everytime we seem to wonder into eachother, it’s… “ He paused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as if he were trying to discover something behind a locked doorway he didn’t have the key for. “ Tied to finishing cleaning up after someone, or chasing dead-ends. “

His gaze lingered on the way her lips curved, his head tilting just barely before asking.

“ So, who are you working with this time? “