#agentkennedy-dso

[workxwifex]

"So...Adam sent me an invite to a fundraiser gala. Would you like to join me as my plus one?~"

@agentkennedy-dso

Her eyebrow raised slowly, leaning her head to peer at him overtop her glasses. She slowly stood from where she was sitting smoothing her hands over her business wear. “Interesting, you want me to be your plus one? For something this big? Are you sure?” She said taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling to maintain her professional appearance.

“I was certain you would be swimming in offers.” She teased with a half curved grin on her soft features. She left him in silence after that, not because she needed to think about her answer. That much she already knew, but to add a slight tension as he waited.

“I don’t think I can be your plus one Leon I’m sorry. All those people and our colleges. ” She finally said her tone completely neutral, but she couldn’t maintain her composure long. She wasn’t very good at drawing out teasing like this. “What I will be, is your date for the evening.” She wrinkled her nose almost playfully at him. Of course she already knew exactly what she would wear the night of. Her dark eyes remained watching for his reaction.

[xbeautifulxlie]

"Hey, Ada...I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I need your help. I need to get a tux and I have no idea where to even start."

@agentkennedy-dso

Her head tilted to the side amber gems narrowing into small slits, looking for the punchline. She hadn’t seen Leon wear anything outside of henley’s and boots. There was the time in Europe where he wore blue jeans, even then his sense of fashion never seemed to fall in the category of suave.

“You need a tuxedo?” She quipped tapping her chin in amusement as she started walking a circle around him eyes scanning over him as if she didn’t know his physique. “Adorable, plan on playing violin at a recital like a twelve year old?” A soft teasing laugh escaped her as she stopped reaching over and pinching at his clothing with small tugs.

“You’ll want black, classic, peak lapels well fitted.” *Her hands moved up tapping against his shoulders for a moment.* “No satin flames on the cuff or any hideous novelty against the collar. The salesman will lie to you about style.” She then stepped back crossing her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow. “On second thought the jacket to fit the shoulders, you’ll fidget all afternoon if it’s off and then completely loose the item before the nights end..” Her eyebrow arched for a moment. “Alright cough it up, since when do you care about style or picking out a tuxedo?”

[beautifulxliex]

Cleaning aid - Leon wants to wash Ada's hair

@agentkennedy-dso

Lying had been easy, after all she had made a full living over it. When she had been given the Elpis injection she simply smiled and went her own way. Letting Leon and anyone else involved think she would take the anti-viral. After all Ada wanted to live as much as anyone else right?

However, much like when she was infected with the Plagas she put it off, in a world where she had felt she caused more damage being alive than good she had come to terms with her own ending the day those black veins hit her flesh.

The Elpis instead was taken to a 30 year old girl who had only been an infant at the time of the outbreak. Someone who Ada felt could do the world better. Afterwards she didn’t reach out, her symptoms having shown later than Leon or Sherry. The Elpis was a miracle for those cursed that day and Ada Wong didn’t deserve miracles.

By the time Leon had discovered the truth, discovered she had given her injection to a civilian. She had been rotting from the inside out for nearly forty eight hours. It wasn’t dramatic, she carried the infection with the same elegance she carried herself with. She could hardly stand when she appeared at his household, wishing to spend her final days with the only person who had made her feel safe in this god forsaken world.

Even now as the steam filled the small bathroom, fogging the mirror. She had tried something so simple, wishing to wash her hair for her own comfort. Because as everything inside her rotted and churned, the last thing she needed was the itchy mass of greasy hair.

Physically she couldn’t herself, her arms so weak she couldn’t even raise them. She choked on the air, her legs buckling knocking over various items. The footsteps seemed louder than they should have, the tank top and shorts she wore didn’t hide how far the black veins had spread. In that single moment of vulnerability Ada’s bloodshot amber gems looked up to meet gentle blues. For the first time in her life with a broken weak voice. “Will you help me was the blood from my hair?” Her voice laced with a subtle embarrassment.