#herosace

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Would you like me to remind you that your last word was my name?

“Get out.”

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next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

              PATCHING UP WOUNDS // @herosace

              More often than not he was painted a villain, for it was much easier to put hatred to a face and a name rather than a concept that lingered from some years ago. It was something he’d grown accustomed to, knowing that despite the rights he tried to wrong, there would always be those who hated him for a cause he no longer worked for. A ghost from his past he’d never outrun, despite trying time and time again. Yet through the hatred, the cruelty, he held strong- not just for himself, but for the man he’d come to adore. Even as he took to their cause, played by the rules, took up a life of trying to fix what he’d broken so many years ago- there were those that would rather see him dead to avenge those he lost.

              It would happen at the times he’d least expect it. Be it coming and going from work, a midnight coffee break, or even out with his love on a Friday night, attempting a life of normalcy with his partner. Some faces he would know from passing, mainly field men working for the government, or the BSAA, those who took up arms to help the cause to avenge those they lost. It was often those that held anger when they’d learned of his past, thinking that maybe if they raised a fist or had a chance to spit in his direction it would bring peace to the dead that were long since gone.  And what was worse, was that he never knew when it would happen. 

              How it started with a cigarette, the day having shifted to night with hardly any notice as he’d work. It was only when he needed a moment of relief that he’d make his way outside, still in a fine pressed lab coat, name tag on with his lighter twirling in hand. At times he’d forget what significance that red and white logo held as it was engraved into gold. Certainly the last thing on his mind when he’d be approached for a light, another soldier in need of someone with a flame- and how he was more than willing to oblige. Frightening, the way light conversation could quickly turn sour, like watching a flame ignite in a stranger’s eyes, the rage that would overtake them happening in an instant as they’d realize who he was. 

              The rest was always history, ending up on his ass as a flash of white pain would overtake him. A single swift punch, and he’d be laid out on the floor, ears ringing as he’d clutch his bloodied face, scrambling for his lost lighter as he’d take a walk of shame back to his laboratory to smoke in peace. Though blood still stained his lab coat, and his head would ache for a while, at least in there came privacy, attempting to hide what was done before Chris would arrive to drive them home for the night.

              It was the sound of his voice that would raise his head from over the sink, the blood mainly clean from under his nose, lip slightly split as it held the cigarette loosely to a side. Given the chance he’d die with smoke in his lungs, so the sting was hardly noticed as he’d turn to greet the other. Hoping he wouldn’t notice- but the man was far too keen, too quick to catch on. All it took was a weak smile, and the cheery expression he often was met with was quick to disappear off his lover’s face. Concern mainly, as he’d feel him pluck the cigarette from his lips, never wanting to be the cause of the crease between his brows. “It was nothing, a misunderstanding-” so quick to brush off any worries he may have had. Yet still he was adamant, eyes never leaving his, feeling as though he could see right through his playful act to the fear he held inside. What would happen when one day someone would go too far? 

              ‘Next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.’

              Hands raised to gently take hold of his wrists, removing worried hands from his face. Instead he turned, lips meeting his palm in a tender kiss to soothe his troubled mind. “I promise, next time someone tries something, I’ll call you first thing. Then you can come down here, be the big man and scare them off for me. You’re good at that.” To think, he was just one more thing for the man to worry about- he never wanted to be that. Eyes dropped at the thought, attempting to try and shift the mood around to something lighter. “I was hoping you might play nurse for me- help take my mind off the pain for a while. I wasn’t done working- but I’m thinking I’ll cut it short, if you were planning on calling it for the night.” 

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✗ @herosace​​​​​​​​ → closed starter !

He had thought about how it would be to face Claire again after the last few months, his entire car ride here had been spent trying to figure out how to talk to her after everything that had happened since Raccoon City. She knew MOST of it already of course, about his forced participation as member of USSTRATCOM, losing Sherry to the government ... what she did not know about was how the last months had almost broken him ... or maybe she did, if there was one thing he had learnt about her then it was that she was incredibly observant and clever and hiding something from her was almost impossible. Either way, he had tried to come up with good explanations for why he looked so EXHAUSTED, just in case. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry about him, especially with everything she had gone through on Rockfort Island.

He was prepared for almost anything — except that when the time for their meeting finally came, it wasn't CLAIRE who approached, but her brother, Chris. " Chris? " Immediately in the motion of grabbing his jacket, expecting something had happened, he was reaching for his keys before the man had even taken another step towards him. " Is Claire okay? Does she need help? " It had become so normal for him to expect the worst. It had been one worst case scenario after the other for him and the Redfield siblings. Why should he consider any other possibility at this point? If Claire couldn't show up in person herself then clearly, something had to have gone WRONG.

Chris' body language suggested he had misread the situation however. He was way too calm as that something had happened to Claire. Or he had gotten REAL good at hiding it. Either way, Leon would hear him out before deciding to continue throwing everything in his bag and running off to get his car. This was not an emergency YET. Maybe for once it wouldn't be something world ending. He could only hope. " Tell me she's okay. "

[progenitormade]

Name: Christian Redfield.

Age: 25.

Do you like to cuddle?: If my partner wants to, yes.

Can we make-out?: I mean. Hopefully if I make you swoon enough?

A night in or dinner out?: A night in. Some candles, a nice dinner cooked. Have you all to myself.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: …Why do strawberries have to be a Valentine’s Day thing? Guess it’s ice cream but that seems sort of boring.

What makes you a good Valentine?: My rugged good look? Kidding (kind of) I like to think I’m a good listener and could make the day be nice. Not sure if I’m exactly romantic; but I can try. Hopefully my charming personality is enough.

Would you cook for me?: Planning on it.

Would you let me cook for you?: Maybe next Valentine’s. Let me woo you first.

Be his Valentine

Wesker was never one to half-ass anything.... And this was certainly no exception. A letter arrives at Chris's apartment-- how had Wesker managed to get his address? The envelope is sealed with gold wax in the shape of an elaborate, twisted serpent, the paper inside a sturdy, high-quality stock, printed with a custom letterhead.

Mr. Redfield:

I thank you for your submission. Upon a thorough review of your credentials, I am delighted to inform you that your bid to provide me with companionship on the 14th of February has been accepted. A separate communication with specific plans will be forthcoming at a later date.

Thank you for your interest.

Cordially,

Albert Wesker

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Chris eyes don’t miss how he hesitates picking up something else. He tries not to grin at that, “I can think of a way you can shut my mouth. And it does benefit us both.”

"Why must you always test my patience?!"

As if he ever really had any where Chris was concerned? The man was like a flint that set him off just by the mere crime of existing too close to Wesker's vicinity.

"I swear if you don't get out right now I'll make sure that the next time we meet you'll end up with my fist through your sternum- Entity's will be damned." His eyes emit a haunting glow from behind the glasses protecting them. "You'll learn to keep your mouth shut through misery and suffering."

[squarecranks]

I follow you because you’re an amazingly sweet person…and I love to see your writing on my dash and always look forward to a reply from you. I think you write Barry and Claire very well from why we’ve wrote together and other characters I’ve seen in passing you do amazingly well with too!

Please tell me anonymously or not why you follow me.

i am so sorry this took me some time to post, but i truly appreciate you saying that! we definitely need to get chris and barry on a roll (which is still totally up to me) and barry can finally just adopt him lol . but - again - thank you very much.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

You’ve literally tried to kill me on multiple occasions so don’t pretend as if me doing that is the worst thing ever.

"Take the attempts as a warning and leave me alone. I will not entertain you any further."

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You get annoyed so easily. You’re the one who keeps entertaining me.

"That's all then?

You merely antagonize me because you find it amusing when I react in anger towards the prodding.

You have nothing better to do other than seek out someone who you know doesn't like you and intentionally provoke them because you find their negative reaction towards the agitation entertaining."