#letlived

[kennedytm]

letlived || interactions ;claire & leon

“you should rest, claire.“ only hours after raccoon city and they were still both awake. he is relieved of the blissful sleep sherry seems to be having at the moment. he is glad she gets to rest after everything that happened. they should’ve stopped travelling miles ago but there was an unspoken rule about leaving raccoon city as far as possible. but now, the safety of a quiet motel seems more disturbing than anything to leon. how awful it was he got used to the noises the undead made in only a couple of hours?  

“i can keep a lookout for the night. i don’t sleep much anyway.” he is aching for a drink though. UH. interesting, considering he doesn’t really drink that much. his thorn Raccoon City Police Department uniform still on his body, despite having a shower recently. all of his money and things were either back on his apartment and on his car. and neither were an option for now. 

clear blue gaze settles on claire and tries to offer her a smile, a hand moving for her shoulder, COMFORTING, UNDERSTANDING. “and we can keep looking for your brother tomorrow. at least we know he wasn’t in the city.” he is glad for her at least. “but you have been through a lot in the past, what, 48 hours?” how long has it been? he didn’t dare to turn the television on, fearful that it might wake up sherry or inform them that raccoon city was only the beginning. he prefers the ignorance, at least for the moment. 

his shoulder cracks under his touch and the once rookie cop groans at the pain. yeah, he needs to change that quickly. going on the sewers and fighting zombies might have done more damage than good. “i don’t mind keeping watch. you know   JUST IN CASE.” just in case they might come back, but he doesn’t speak. he lets the understanding slip through his quick words.

[noztrums-blog]

COUGH  .  he  nuzzles  his  face  into  the  very  crook  of  his  elbow  ,  heart  sinking  to  the  very  depths  of  his  guts  :  a  quick  mental  check  ,  no  aches  in  his  flesh  apart  from  general  soreness  &  .  the  creak  of  long  unused  muscles  ,  water  bottles  in  his  bag  .  not  sick  ,  not  sick  ,  he  wasn’t  sick  /  cough  ,  just  a  wheeze  ,  a  hitch  in  his  throat  .  “  just  a  cough  ,  promise  ,  “  an  utterance  as  hues  catch  sight  of  skin  unbroken  &  .  still  soft  ,  whole  ,  rather  than  sloughing  :  a  peculiar  comfort  .

@letlived  liked  .

[doomprep]

@letlived.

maybe  it  was  the  exhaustion  settling  in,  the  fact  that  it  seemed  they  had  been  walking  for  what  felt  like  years  even  if  it  had  been  simply  hours.  whatever  the  case,  there  was  irritation  and  anger  settling  in  slowly  -  the  idea  that  maybe  this  was  truly  to  be  the  end  after  a  fight  that  had  gone  on  for  so  long.

a  soft  mumble  under  her  breath,  defeat  resting  in  her  eyes.  everything  had  seemingly  caught  up  to  her  and  her  strength  had  slowly  dwindled.  it  was  definitely  a  setback,  her  weakest  point  yet  and  it  would  come  to  be  a  regret  in  years  to  come.  then  again,  could  anyone  blame  her  for  the  words  she  spoke  simply  to  herself,  words  she  had  figured  only  she  had  control  over?             ❛  i  can’t,  i  can’t.  ❜           the  words  slowly  repeated,  their  strength  burrowing  deep  within  her  soul.  it  wasn’t  her  time,  she  knew  that,  but  right  now,  she  was  more  focused  on  the  fact  she  was  absolutely  done  with  this  life  and  the  world  around  her.  no  matter  how  she  tried,  it  was  as  if  she  continued  to  fail.

one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back.

❛  i  just  can’t.  ❜

 ❛   yes.   you   can.   ❜      jake   feels   kin   to   it:   exhaustion,   weariness,   the   depletion   of   any   desire   to   continue...   ------   it   arose   once   in   brotherly   abandonment,   again   in   a   tooth’s   print   upon   his   forearm    (   now   detached   ),   and   he’d   recognise   it   a   final   time   in   their   struggle.   the   weight   of   his   rucksack   is   almost   enough   to   tug   him   down.   he   perceives   it   as   a   spoken   thought   to   herself,   but   if   his   words   had   even   the   slightest   chance   of   burrowing   into   her   subconscious,   jake   had   to   try.       ❛   maybe   you   can’t   today,   or   tomorrow,   but   that’s   okay.   ------   you   don’t   have   to.   ❜

 jake   recalls   a   mantra   once   taught,   one   alicia   deployed   in   his   moment   of   despair.   one   that   kept   him   grounded,   when   the   days   bled   hopelessly   into   the   nights.    ❛   rain   will   fall,   and   we’ll   start   over.   like   we   always   do.   ❜