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The zombie’s head was quickly relieved off its shoulders with a quick swipe of her blade. She turns to focus on the civilian. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

#fortanach #❝ starter. ❞ ╱ * ✲ﾟ * ❅#❝ ic. ❞ ╱ * ✲ﾟ * ❅#❝ v; i was raised in a deep dark hole ( resident evil ). ❞ ╱ * ✲ﾟ * ❅#/ hope this is okay ! decided to post it before I leave for the store #/ fmdklsmgds

she eyed up the prince up and down ... ❛ huh ... what happened to you? ❜ of course her voice was quite monotoned ... the prince wasn't the easiest to be around after all ... however, he looked rather ... dirty, maybe it wasn't the best idea to leave him alone to find a way out ... however, it was better than keeping him close and in danger. ❛ did the big meanies push you about? ❜ the small joke came out, along with a soft chuckle.

❝ Worse —! I laid down to just perish peacefully and the ground was far dirtier than I thought … ❞ In hindsight, he was fortunate to have been unsuccessful in his miserable ambitions. He would have hated that, to wither away forgotten in such a grimy, filthy place. His physical ( or emotional ! ) state no laughing matter by any means, Soma hoped to convey the severity of the situation by displaying the rip in the fabric covering — or that had once covered, his arm. ❝ And there was this nail in the wall that caught my sleeve and scared me half to death ! I realize I must smell awful too … Claire— is that why you went off on your own ? BE HONEST. ❞

#;; 👑 █ ic #;; 👑 █ an audience with his highness ◜ { ɪɴϙᴜɪʀɪᴇs. }#fortanach #claire: alright buddy you go on and find your own way soma: (vine of that kid looking straight into the camera and saying 'shoot me')

chris @ claire texting him constantly: new phone, who dis?

#chris vc: operator how do u block numbers i cant deal with this #is babey #hates technology #fortanach

fortanach asked: Gently places her hand on his shoulder. ‘ Leon !! You’re back.’

the touch isn’t what got to him, it is her voice. she sounds like a dream and among the busyness of the airport, she is the one thing that keeps him stable as he turns to face her. however, as he stands two feet from her, his eyes are dancing with the words he isn’t able to vocalize. he is silent and troubled.

❝ claire. ❞ he breathed.

he feels like a stranger as he steps closer towards her while closing the gap between them with trembling hands upon her waist. in that moment no one else mattered and if he could, leon would have frozen time right then and there. but existence is cruel and nothing stayed picture perfect. reality reminds him that he has just come back into washington dc after a two-month mission, one that he probably won’t be able to relay to anyone for security measures.

❝ it - god, it’s so good to see you. how have you been? ❞ he is hesitant to pull away, but when he does he knows he’s not going to retreat right back into her. even if he wants to.

#fortanach #ii. —— ic. » answers.#( uh hi i missed them )

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

one of his most humiliating memories (maybe even the only one) was the one where he got killed because he could have left in time and just continued his whole thing were it not for the fact he started to mock his victim and… enacted what deers were like (according to him) and comparing the person to it.