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7th Person gets: My muse to fall in love with them unconditionally 

      “So… Who is going to tell Redfield~?” Whispered gently as a gloved hand caresses the cheek of Piers, tugging him close to the Spy. Oh, this would eventually be a hard to explain truth. The idea made such even more alluring.

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"Have you ever even done this before?"

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts.

          This was definitely the last time Leon ever agreed to any road trips. Of course he would be stuck with the one member of the BSAA that didn’t know the general idea of how to fix a car.

                        Just his luck.

          So while Piers stood off to the side, his arms folded across his chest, and throwing a glare in Leon’s general direction—the agent had his head shoved underneath the hood of the car, screwing around with the engine and praying he didn’t tap something by mistake that would cause the thing to go up in flames.

       Probably taking him with it, too—it was incredible how flammable hairspray could be.

          Leon backed up a little, narrowly missing slamming his head against the hood in the process, and straightened out his back with a nearly inaudible groan. He was getting too old for this stuff. A quiet sigh fell from his lips as he glanced over at the other male, his hands resting lazily on his hips.

                   “How about you give it a try and ask me that again in five minutes?”

          Wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand, he walked around to the driver side and plopped himself down in the seat, picking up his cell phone and trying Chris for the nine hundredth time—he was pretty sure he wasn’t above begging for help anymore.

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"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

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"I might follow by example.”

Such a fun game of cat and mouse, and with Carla out of the picture, it’s been a Hell of a ride. This Ada Wong has no want nor need to harm the BSAA — not anymore than her interference had already caused. Focused, silver hues locked onto the male. Her gun wasn’t going to lower any sooner than his was. At this rate, they could be here for a while.

That was a problem, he would have back-up. So nothing a fox-like tongue couldn’t dampen spirits upon…

"You should trust me, when I say it’s not me you want to put into custody.” A steady hover over the trigger. A pause. Let him mull over her head games — for lack of a better term. “See — I could prove my innocence in this case, given proper time. Why bother to tell your Captain anything? Hm?”

She’s not playing a proper game. “He can be happy, knowing I’m supposedly six feet under. No stress on his shoulders. I could put your conscience to rest, Nivans.” Another pause. She can build people up. Ada is a master at escapism. “All you have to do is lower your weapon.” She’ll be gone the second he does.

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//INTERACTED OR NOT THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN BUT hehehe--// ‘I want the K’

4: Forehead Kiss

She’d read the report of course.

Now so, the male’s body was barely recognizable and the shot she’d darted into him wasn’t much help. Just another failed cure. His face, it was mostly human. His voice almost came across as more human than monster, but he was barely alive. The majority of his body is pinned beneath a two ton steel banner anyway. He’s not going anywhere. Maybe why Ada’s chosen to talk to him for a moment. To give him a little peace of mind, granted there’s anyone in there listening.

Knelt down, the creature half has sort of attempted to grasp at Ada, but she ignores it and holds the gun in her hands. Eyes searching the face of who used to be a BSAA hero — words would surprise most. Even herself.

"I wouldn’t…. Wish this fate on my enemies, but it’s the path most have taken. Piers, if you’re in there — I just want you to know how sorry I am. For all of this." A pause. There’s little response from the male now, and her finger is hovering over the trigger. She just needs to say a bit more. "See I’m not the woman you were chasing, she’s not me. I’m Ada. Heh, the real Ada Wong. I was the one who helped bring Simmons to justice, but…" Another sigh. There was a lot to say, but his suffering wasn’t making this easier. "Anyway, a lot of this is on my shoulders. I’ll make it right, I promise you that, Piers Nivans." The name, a mental reminder of a promise she can’t afford to break. "Your death will not have been in vain." At that, she places the barrel between his eyes and squeezes the trigger. A muttered apology one last time. The echo of the racing bullet bringing a deafening silence.

He should have lived, dying a hero? That’s for the older kind.

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♕ †

Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

Leon’s mother was very loving—making sure his breakfast was just how he liked it, that he had the right things packed in with his lunch, walking him to the bus stop, and waiting until it drove away to go back inside. Although, he very rarely showed her the same love in return. Often ignoring her verbal affections, pushing away from hugs, and not bothering to wave and smile back before the bus left the curb.

She passed away several days after his 15th birthday, causing his well-mannered and well-respected behavior (along with good grades), to vanish as if they were never there to begin with. Mostly due to self-loathing, for the things he did and didn’t do. Not knowing what to do with him, his father enrolled him into a military school, which offered discipline, and a side program for him to finish out the remainder of his high school years.

Send † for a RELIGION headcanon.

There isn’t a specific title he classifies himself under—there’s hope, but rarely a sense of belief. From time to time, he’ll try, and other times, it’s nearly impossible to. However, while he has no name for what he does believe in, who he prays to when things are at their worst… Leon is convinced there is a higher being of some kind. That just maybe he has a guardian angel, that’s somehow fought off the outcome of his bad luck, and maybe his life after this, won’t be as tiresome.

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"It’s amazing how proud you are of the moronic thing you just did."

Put one of the following for my muse’s reaction.

       Apparently the kid hadn’t gotten the memo to brief through, before coming face to face with Leon. Granted, the meeting was a little last minute, but regardless—it was sort of known around the BSAA and DSO by now, that Leon Kennedy was incredibly impulsive and even clumsier to boot, wasn’t it?

      With an arching brow, he tossed him a side-glance—able to make out a figure, in his peripheral view for a split second, before turning back to the task at hand.

         He arched a brow daringly, the hints of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.                          "—You should stick around, kid. I’m full of terrible decisions.”

     The agent tossed him a glance—hardly taking the time to even consider the possibility of him being injured from their previous encounter.

             The one in which he had done something…                                       impulsive and clumsy, who would have guessed?

     Starting a steady jog, Leon took off down the ruined road, wondering just how much weight his offer carried.

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[ Okay I will finish the rest of the giveaway stuff tomorrow when I get home from work. Good night, lovelies! ]