#destallo

[rnalum]

currently unimpressed with both leon and chris. get a room!

[erobret]

                                                      @destallo​

            DAD    .    LIPS    PART    ,    WANTING    TO    CALL    OUT    but    quickly    do    they    press    together    .    now    was    not    the    time    or    place    .    she    was    on    a    job    .    a    mission    .    ❝    leon    ?!    ❞    she    calls    instead    .    who    was    that    with    him    ?    claire    ?    .    .    .    no    .    .    .    not    claire    .    .    .    another    woman    .    who    ?    blue    eyes    stared    at    him    ,    a    plead    in    them    .    she    wanted    to    rush    over    ,    fling    her    arms    over    him    and    hold    him    so    close    .    .    .    yet    she    reframed    .    .    .    it    had    been    years    after    all    (    years    since    he    let    her    go    .    .    .    let    someone    take    her    away    .    .    .    )    .    did    he    even    recognize    her    ?

[jiandiie]

@destallo​ —  ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning .

Heavy  eyes  opened  and  a  warm  ,  fragrant  cup  of  coffee  appeared  in  front  of  her.  She  did  not  recall  falling  asleep  on  the  couch  covered  with  a  blanket.  A  gentle  grimace  appeared  on  her  face  as  she  sat  up.  At  first  she  looked  at  the  coffee  cup  and  then  at  Leon.  ❝  Sorry...  Tiredness  took  over  me.  ❞  A  calm  but  with  a  hint  of  embarrassment  voice  escaped  from  under  her  red  lips  as  she  angled  her  gaze  toward  the  blond  man.  

She  had  been  here  one  day  and  still  felt  uncomfortable.  Maybe  it  was  due  to  the  still  wafting  smell  of  alcohol  and  dirty  clothes  that  lay  everywhere.  She  couldn't  understand  what  pushed  Leon  to  such  neglect.  It  wasn't  like  him.  But...  She  didn't  want  to  leave  him  in  all  this.  Ada  knew  how  hard  it  was  for  him  and  couldn't  leave  him.  Even  if  he  put  her  out  the  door  she  would  still  come  back  here.  More  desperate  and  committed  for  this  one  person  she  would  shed  tears  over  for  the  rest  of  her  hopeless  life.  Only  he  —  Agent  Kennedy  —  makes  the  rose  bloom  inside  her  body.  Giving  himself  a  reason  for  her  to  bud  into  the  sunshine  that  he  was.  She  gently  took  the  cup  in  her  hands  smiling.  ❝  You  have  impressed  me  Leon.  I  didn't  think  that  you  would  make  such  a  surprise  for  me.  It  seemed  to  me  that  you  did  not  want  me  here  to  violate  your  'artistic  disorder'.  ❞  Since  she  came  here  she  wanted  to  help  him.  To  pull  him  out  of  this  hole.  She  didn't  care  how  hard  it  would  be  given  her  poor  experience  in  exploring  emotions.  She  wanted  this  one  time  to  be  useful  and  help  him  out  of  a  pure  ,  good  heart.  

[labgrown]

“What’s good, scruffy?”

@destallo​ bc abbey is being abbey.

[nestsurvived]

adrian didn’t miss the smell of the sewers but honestly his curiousity was getting the best of him. the pre-teen had been keeping an eye on the couple of strangers that arrived at the raccoon city police department for a bit now, but adrian always made sure to keep out of their sight and had a few close calls while he was spying on them ( that and keeping himself from becoming a potential target for that giant monstrosity that had been wandering around the building, his hat was cool though ).

why he and that other lady came down here, he would never know, unless he follows them of course, and so he did.

there was a bit of excitement beforehand so the brunette kept his distance, only coming out from the shadows when everything was quiet for more than a few minutes. you can say that he was somewhat shocked when he stumbled upon the cop not even a few minutes later, his torso wrapped up and looking practically dead.

adrian stayed back for a moment, just waiting to see if the man would wake up turned like those on the surface but when nothing happened, his curiousity fully took over. the pre-teen walked over and knelt down beside the stranger, hands cupping the man’s face, squishing his cheeks and moving his head about to see if he was really dead. 

with no reaction, the brunette immediately starting to check the man’s pockets and eyed his gun before something more shiny caught his attention. “ooooh, dibs.” the boy stated as he took the watch off the cop’s wrist, holding it up for examination before shoving it in his pocket. adrian then started on the police vest, trying to see if he could take it off to see if the man was hiding anything else underneath it.

⸻   @destallo​ gets a thing !

[vigil4nted]

@destallo ; plotted

     CAUGHT UP IN all the bullshit; he’s surprised he’s lasted as long as he has. He bites down on his lower lip, wrenching a knife free from a skull he’d implanted it in. A good throw, but he’s not here to praise himself. Odds are the whole family has written him off as dead by now, if news reached them. Which, well. Of course it would. Their star killer, Leonardo, taken out by the living dead.       As if.       Though he’s in no rush to get out and prove himself alive. Maybe he’ll slip out, restart a life away from it all. Make his own faction where he has control. Being a hitman doesn’t pay well. The way he’s bossed around ? It gets under his skin. Just as much as the cops here had. He’s happy most of them are dead. Most of them wouldn’t know a survival instinct if it came at the end of a loaded gun. Doesn’t matter. He’s dispatched many of them by now. Maybe some still living - he didn’t discriminate much.       He’s not about to either as he rounds a corner to see the uniform on someone else. Living, he can tell. His pistol is aimed well for the head, blue eyes narrowing. It’s as he approaches, to see if talking is of any use, if he can con this guy into being another meat shield for him, that he stops dead in his tracks.       Eyes widen, and his gun slowly lowers as he takes in features that are all too familiar. “ There’s no fucking god damn way... ” He mutters it, before rubbing at his eyes with his palm. As if this was a dream - a nightmare. His lips move but no sound escapes. He takes a minute to compose himself, a few steadying breaths, before he’s forced to lean himself against the hallway wall. There’s no god damn fucking way. That’s not right. This isn’t right.       “ Tell me your name is not Leon. Tell me I’m wrong. This isn’t who I think it is. Tell me. ”

[noonegetsleftbehind]

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Send 🤪 For a Random Dumb Headcanon I Have For My Muse - Still Accepting

If Guns N Roses plays on the radio or wherever, all bets are off. More than likely, Chris is singing along and/or turning it up.

Chris smokes Camel Menthol Lights.

Even though he'll usually drink beer around most people, Chris actually prefers "girly"/fruity drinks like margaritas, daquiris and Bahama Mamas.

[heavenprotect-moved]

“so, you’re the leon kennedy huh?” the redhead said with a small grin, the two of them ( along with his handler that sat off to the side ) were currently being transported to the drop-off site via helicopter. this was his first time working with the dso agent and he had to admit, there was a bit of excitement because he can recall him being the reason why claire was able to be reunited with her brother and her life being saved at antarctica. 

“special operations agent, steve burnside, at your service.” promptly giving the older man a small salute. it was common enough for the bsaa to work with other organizations, terrasave being one of their main partners when it comes to dealing with biohazard attacks and the aftermath. so it wasn’t a surprise when he got a mission to work with an agent of the dso. 

⸻   @destallo​ liked for a thing !