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Since she decided to intrude on your sanctuary can you confirm or deny that she is a blanket hog?
Leon scoffed, "Neither. We share a space for the moment but I have my privacy and I do not invade on hers. It is not the way that everyone is thinking it is.”
@beautifulxliex
Leon had been quiet for the past couple of days; work had him dealing with some shit. Ada had pushed him to get his ass up and stay busy. That, of course, led to Leon doing something dumb again. He stepped out of the bedroom and tugged his hoodie sleeve down, hiding the Ace bandage and hand brace the DSO’s medical bay had given him. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the sling he had tossed in the living room floor and if she did, she wouldn’t ask questions. Or maybe, he would appreciate her concern. Ah fuck. Leon did start to care how much he worried Ada.
She wasn’t certain if the sling left on the living room floor was an insult to her observation skills or a cry for her to notice. She had picked it up long before Leon had rose from bed, she still carried on with ensuring he was eating something and not just running on fumes. She had centered her world around his care, she wasn’t bothered if he liked it or not. “You’re getting sloppy.” Her words were harsh, they always were when they covered the hidden concern behind them like her own shield.
She hated that he was hurt, the wrapping around his arm. The fact he still needed to preform the tasks that hellish agency put him through. “If you don’t be more careful, then who will I have to look after?” She said her sharp tone shifting to a softer scale. “Is it broken?”
@dso-agent-kennedy
Doomed Aeon Playlist
"As of now, I am going to be creating a playlist and shuffling it while writing. So, with that being said, whatever you all decide should be added, you are only going to be causing yourself pain!
Happy Hurting! @beautifulxliex"
Leon swiped a glass of whiskey and just stared at it.
"Story of my Life written by other people, ha- classic"
Bitter end by Placebo
Every me Every you by Placebo
Sleeping with ghost by Placebo
: : // @rookieinglasses // : :
“Seems I’ll be adding these to the collection of ‘Doomed Aeon’ whatever that means. “
Leon sighed. His morning didn’t go the way he wanted it but hell, these anons made it so much better.
“Keep em coming, Rook.”
“You’re bleeding”
@beautifulxliex
Leon shrugged. “Yeah, looks like it.” He wiped the blood from his arm—a bite mark that might already be infected—then dragged his hand across his jeans, leaving a stain. “Seems I got caught off guard this time. Guess that’s what happens when you’re running on no sleep, little food, and whatever kind of water I’ve got left in my flask.” He chuckled as the bite mark began to ooze tissue fluid. “Did you get bit? Because if not, I think we’re fucked. Hopefully the DSO doesn’t find out we’re working together, because that’s a whole other level of problems I don’t have the fucking energy to deal with.”
He examined the bite mark again, unclipped his gun from the holster at his hip, and handed it to Ada.
“We both know where this ends. I don’t think there’s a cure out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. Sure, there are plenty of rundown buildings and whatnot, but there are no resources we can use.”
The DSO had sent Leon to an abandoned Umbrella facility to retrieve any information left behind. They believed that if they could recover it, they could understand the viruses and outbreaks before they became as bad as Raccoon City in 1998.
F U C K Y O U T W O C A N W R I T E
My Blorbo is your two’s versions of the characters.
Forever we will be in your service. We are really enjoying the story and watching you all interact with it, your theories, and your reactions. It is all amazing.
I have heard rumors about people making headcanons
@beautifulxliex
“Look, Ada . We are popular.”
@dso-agent-kennedy
Leon has a Nightmare Short Rp starter
It was 02:34. Leon woke up drenched in sweat, the kind that clung to his skin and left him shaking. The nightmares were always the same in different scenes : being hunted, trying to save someone and failing, or dying with his eyes open. This time he’d been running for his life, and the only way to survive was to stay perfectly silent—no breath, no twitch, not even a flinch as the thing drew near. In the dream it had leaned in close enough that he could feel its weight on the air, and Leon had bitten down on a scream until his teeth ached.
He jolted upright and kicked the blankets away. Heart hammering, he grabbed one and jammed it against the bedroom window like fabric could stop whatever had followed him out of sleep.
“Gotta keep ’em out,” he rasped. “Fuck… and I haven’t even been drinking. Fuck—drinking kept the nightmares away. When I drank, I didn’t dream. Goddamn it, I swore to Ada I’d work on it… but Chris would tell me to drink.”
He kept muttering, forcing the words out like a metronome, trying to steady his breathing before the dark could swallow him again. Soon enough the man would spiral if he didn’t call for help. Leon wasn’t one to do that.
Sleep wasn’t something that happened with Ada often. She would be lucky if she slept for two hours, it became a habit from nights of missions when sleeping was a liability. Though this wasn’t something she had disclosed with Leon, not even when she had been staying with him to try and get him through his breakdown.
Instead, when he went to bed she always did the small things. Cleaning and disposing of the piles that had accumulated while he was drinking. He didn’t seem to question it, therefore explaining it was unnecessary.
The woman usually in the highest form of fashion, silks and lace was replaced with a cotton black NIN tshirt and a pair of cloth shorts. Something comfortable for the night, even her face was bare showing the soft lines of exhaustion on her gentle face.
The air shifted, Ada wasn’t anything more than a human however her instincts told her something wasn’t right. A small twist in the pit of her stomach, a sense of dread. She walked over to the closed room,
At first her palm touched the door, observing wondering if she was just over reacting. Then she heard Leon’s voice through the door and she didn’t hesitate.
Stepping inside she seen him, the way he was starting to sink. She didn’t speak, a dangerous move she was willing to take it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle if he lost himself.
Soft hands moved into his hair from the back, nails scratching his scalp slowly. A small touch at first, something to shock his mind and focus on the pulse in which her hands moved. “You’re doing so well, Leon.” Her voice was low to give a calming effect. “Count with me. One, Two, Three.”
I want to say how damaged he is, Angry, clingy, a man obsessed, a man whose biggest addiction in the series is consoling him for the ways he copes with the damages she started in him.
this gives a whole new perspective on both characters pain. They are only human.
@dso-agent-kennedy @beautifulxliex
They are only human!! Beautiful, destroyed humans. Who deserves to be all angry and clingy as they need to be.
