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[vagantum-custos]

     { @chrisp30redfield Continued from here }

Aeona raised golden eyes to the man’s face as he murmured the apology, securing the last of the bandages around his wrist. It had come to no surprise when she walked in to find he’d harmed himself again, it was a coping mechanism, and she couldn’t be mad at him for trying to find something to fill the emptiness.

     “It’s okay,” she told him softly, grasping his trembling hands and giving them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to calm them. “I know what it’s like, I understand.”

[darckcarnival]

chrisp30redfield replied to your post: TRUTH ARE YOU A VIRGIN DARCK

*Chris raises a brow and folds his arms* “People still care in our day and age?”

“Apparently. Trust me, happens all the time... It’s the dumbest shit.”

“Can’t we ask more about peoples taste in dates or drinks rather than virginity?”

[raccoon-rookie]

What do you actually feel for Chris, Leon?

He gave a half-smile, shaking his head.

“You just had to ask, didn’t you?”

He takes a breath, closing his eyes for the moment.

“I admire him, even idolized him a long time ago. He’s been through it, and he’s still here fighting like the rest of us. He was one of the people it started with. But sometimes I feel bitter, knowing he’s got people who would come looking for him. People who care and stay by his side. I haven’t got much of that in abundance, save for Hunnigan. But that’s her job.” 

Pause.

“In short, I’m like everyone else. I love him.”

[vagantum-custos]

     { Okay so, I was talking to @chrisp30redfield about this verse, about the possibility of Wesker capturing her and keeping her under control because she has magic and is very powerful, as well as Chris knowing it’s his fault she’s caught because she tried to help him. And it gave me the urge to draw this. Enjoy }

[vagantum-custos]

{ ANIKI SLOW DOWN } @chrisp30redfield

[daedalcs]

@chrisp30redfield sent me a  ♪  for a song starter || accepting

The Hard Sell - Coheed & Cambria

     Struggling out of her lab coat and gritting her teeth as the scratches on her ribs scream in protest at the rough movement the scientist flinches as there’s an explosion somewhere else in the facility. Way to go Wesker, another destroyed facility, and another outbreak! She thinks bitterly as her shaking bloody hands scrabble through a first aid kit that’s strewn about one of the examination rooms.       Pulling her shirt up and inspecting the ripped apart skin the doctor frowns deeply. Assessing her situation she wonders just how many experiments had gotten out? How bad was the outbreak this time? How much time did she actually have to high tail it out of here before all shit broke loose (quite literally)? Jean actually found herself wondering if Chris had made it out, and after she finished these stitches, hopefully not passing out in the process, she’d pay that cell a visit.