RP Starter
;; ‘‘ I do find myself wondering about Chris from time to time ... Oh , Chris , oh Chris . If only you were here now . ’’
Wesker heaved a sigh, taking a slow step further into the room. He paced back and forth for a while, muttering useless promises and wishes under his breath as though they'd magically happen. Constantly readjusting his gloves, fidgeting with the rims.. they never seemed to please him much, regardless of how often he messed with them.
He gave a low hum of disapproval, scraping down any remaining dirt off of his leather zip-up vest. The coat had been discarded elsewhere. For the record, he hadn't required it in that moment.
After a while of repetitive pacing, Wesker found himself slumping back down against his office chair, hands mercilessly grasping into his hair.
He'd never missed anyone.
So, why did he miss such an ordinary man so, so badly?
It wasn't supposed to be like that.
But he couldn't shake the thought of him, no matter the time of day, who he was talking to or the situation he'd been thrown in.
For the time being. Wesker's eyelids fluttered shut together, and he continued his repetitive, slow, rhythmic breathing. Blissfully unaware of whoever may interrupt that slither of peace... although he was never truly at peace with the war in his mind.
