#jecnsuax

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

@jecnsuax || [X]

Sterling looked at his lover's appearance and let out a soft scoff through his nostrils, a grin twitching at the corner of his good mouth. The coffee machine was ready and he poured the first batch into her mug first and then his.

"Would you like the human equivalent of a painkiller to get rid of it?" He teased her once more. "No one will be safe from your wrath."

[prcjectdaybreak]

Wrong Place Wrong Time (Closed Rp)

(Closed rp for @jecnsuax)

Leon peeked around a corner of a dimly lit hall, there was no sign of undead, which was a blessing considering the two lickers he just fended off with the help of none other than Albert Wesker. Well, rather an imperfect clone of him. Either way it left him uneasy, having to rely on a printer error version of a monster with a god complex really made him twitch on the trigger just trying to get out of here. “Alright... map says down this hall and then around the corner, should be a safe area in the archives room...” He would say looking back at Al who wore a frown but nodded to him, ready to follow and keep anything from coming up behind them.

They moved forward towards the Archives, hopeful for a moment of reprieve and rest. “Are you sure it’s this way, and not the other way?” Al would inquire, making Leon look back at him annoyed before double checking his watch’s integrated map feature. “Yeah, it’s this way.” He’d reply in a sort of growl. Two more steps, it was only two more steps when he heard something move from around the next corner. He gave a quick motion to Al behind him before swinging around the corner ready to pop an undead skull. Instead he finds himself aiming at a woman. “DSO, Put your hands in the air!” He stated out of reflex, Al rounding the corner behind him to see who he had found.

[miiireux]

Reference / / @sercne-dcxd

"I already had but that old rag mustache doesn't let me go ... I wish I could shove his ass out of the department. I wish he retire soon ...." He murmurs out. He's still extreme tired to the point that he don't want to get off the bed and don't wanted to go work tomorrow.

“Did you shower in cotton candy? ’cause you smell so heaven, hun ..” He continues again, this time he tilt his head up and allowing his sore eyes to look up to her face.

[aetxrnus]

𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁: 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔶 . 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼:  𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪

First of all, he felt nothing within the pitch black void. Empty void of nowhere. Just empty and echoing void within his head for a limited time, until the sudden headache jabbed through his skull, causing the man to wince in his slumber hibernation. It feels like someone who is quite a merciless soul had stabbed him in the head, endlessly for multiple times and proceeds with playing along with what is left to known his brain. This feels like nightmare. The worst nightmare he never wanted to sees again. The visionary is worst than being sacrifice in his own ritual. Was this the suffering he gets or deserve? The same suffering of his ritual victim to the Beast of Many Name?

His eyes shot wide open, greeted by the sight of renaissance painted ceiling. He can felt the sweats on his forehead then comes the heat down his body. It took him a long time to fully register that he was in his room and still wearing the same suit he wore last night. He do realized now he is in the bedroom within the glorious cathedral, leaving him to wonder how did he got onto his bed and where did he go last night? William couldn’t be able to recall where he was previously, on yesterday night. These vivid images wasn’t a big helping hand. He only barely able to remember the presence of the lady with a blonde colored hair with the distinct floral scent perfume. How could he not forgot the catchy perfume smells? That is all he could recall within his vivid memory. The rest images afterwards? William had lost it to whatever strikes his head at the beginning of the day.

Folding his blanket sheet away, he then attempt sat up but only then making the headache worsen. And again, he surely could imagine someone knocks a hammer against his skull. He felt completely dizzy, heavy headed enough that makes him falls back against the king-sized mattress. A slight wincing noise emits from him after a long sore silence as he did so. Now he felt the incredible pain on his back, mostly on his shoulder. Was the blonde haired lady laced something into his drink or knock him out badly to the point now that his body is in pain? That was a very nonsense question to say at least. Whatever he was having last night that puts him into this state, he advised himself to not drink it anymore. Perhaps this could be the better lessons for him to not drink a whole alcohol on an empty stomach. Even a single sip or single, tiniest drop. William forgot when was the very last date he had alcohol and the drinking issue. 

He attempt to sat up again slowly bringing up his upper limb to work on that aging metabolism to work on for the day. Being old was suck, indeed. He hasn’t aged yet physically but he can tell himself that he was too old to handling the everyday problem. Most of it was the personal problem but half of the problem itself also dealt with his previous job, as the Godfather of Underground World. He was already leaving that world to continue this path of his life, rather than waking up to a life-threatening issues.

The knob of his main bedroom were twisted open by someone else on the other side, in which William had his head turned to. He expect nobody asides from his loyal servant, who is working alongside him since the beginning of the cult in 1983. Perhaps 1983, yet William had terrible memory of remember numerical dates. On the servant’s hand, there was a tray containing what it looks like a pill, glass of water and his usual black coffee with no sugar.  “You’ve awake Sir .. “ 

William was trying to answer and even telling his head was struggling in pain and vain, instead the servant told him, “I was told by your guest that you would be needing a proper medication for the heads. Would that be a help?” Eyeing the servant with questionable and highly bamboozling looks, William had caught up to the words ‘guest’, escapes from his mouth. Who was his ‘guest’? He never invited anyone else besides his old mafia colleague. The only recent friend he made was the blonde from last night.

“Guest?” He inquires again, watching as the servant place down the tray on the table. “What happen yesterday?”

[primis-richtofen]

Reference [ via sercne-dcxd ]

"You cannot refrain an old man or babysitting it .. trust me, jou would want to cover your ear because his mouth never shuts."

[gun-trick]

@sercne-dcxd // Interaction Continue

He felt heavy and mostly smells like shit .. most of time he did if he's gotten himself to get drunken around his friend but this time some scumbag 'volunteers' himself to challenge him on some sort of fight he'd never wanted to be involve. He don't know why he'd involves in this shit ton of problem but he sure is too drunk and not like himself. At the end, he won but that man still won't gave up.

It was when Dempsey got out after paying for his drink and on his way home back to his apartment, he was suddenly jumped by someone. He cannot remember was happen afterwards and the next thing he barely knew was a bright sillhoutte was trying to wake him up.

Moments later he woke up to a spinny head, worst smells from him obvious and barely cold. He then realized that he was half naked, his shirt and his jacket was taken off and found part of his body were covered with a clean bandages. If he's not wrong, those cut he got is frrm recent bar fight he got earlier.

His thought were disrupted when the familiar sight of that woman comes to greet him. Was she the one who treated all this?

"I thought I was gon' end up dead on the road .. and- Ow!" He flinched as he shifted to the other side. He felt his rib was about to break apart on the inside. How bad was that .. "Sorry I stain your place with my shitty smells."

[gun-trick]

Anonymous asked: ♯ Our muses wake up in each others arms after accidentally falling asleep.  //:  Harper  |  CUDDLE & PLATONIC TOUCH MEME  |  @sercne-dcxd​

He was a bit tired last night and couldn’t even remember how did he even fell asleep on the bed .. with the daughter of former kingpin. To be honest, the both of them really exhausted after all that running and evading danger all around the corner, then trying not to get hurt because of one silly little mistakes. They know they cannot forever running away from all of this trouble. This all happen just so suddenly.

This morning he woke up and greeted with the sight of the blonde haired female tangled her arm around him and face buried against his chest. He doesn’t dare to move an inch, afraid of waking her up so soon at this rate. The bed is too comfortable to not leave, the cuddles he would not have expected and the first thing he had thought since the awaken was: how did his arm found its way to wrapping it around her back? He knew he shouldn’t have done it, considering his job were to protect her. Perhaps the instinct of his, trying to keep her safe from danger out there, even in the sleep. It’s hard for him to leave her all alone last night, so they talk until its late night.

Dempsey is hardly ever showing the other sides of him, that craving for affection sides - now long gone from himself. He had a rough life as a marine, often finding himself getting too tired to care about the world’s condition outside and rather says ‘fuck off’, in a nice way.

The expression she had, currently, it made him think of something. Was his mind playing some kind of trick, now that he barely felt melted over this small exciting moment he knew will end shortly? One more glance to her face, he couldn’t help himself but unconsciously smiling while attempting to brought her closer to his own warmth.

[gun-trick]

@sercne-dcxd : " How's your German friend doing today ? "

“ Heard of them both got a real pain in the ass that one of ‘em couldn’t be able to walk. Wanna know how that goes? “