#tripledshot

[kenedy]

･ﾟ   ☇  @tripledshot​   ♥’d

❛ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 . . .   let’s hope it’s some place a little more normal. ❜

[sseizonsha]

"You look exhausted. When was the last time you slept? Or ate something? Well, it's about to be right now because I'm taking you to lunch. C'mon, let's go tough guy."

The last time he slept? Guess that depends on her definition of it. He suspects she means something pulled from a set of I Love Lucy: reading glasses and peeling off a velvet robe before lights out. Leon can't exactly say he's ever deluded himself into thinking he'll ever attain that chapter of domesticity, but the couch in his office is comfortable, if a little lumpy; his jacket, when balled up, makes for a right enough pillow in a pinch.

Something tells him Sherry wouldn't consider a hurried breakfast grabbed out the door---one Granny Smith apple and a baggy of turkey jerky---very up to par. "I'm not exactly the poster child for machismo, Sherr. No need to twist my arm."

If she was expecting him to put up a fight, he's sorry to disappoint. Leon stands from his seat at the desk, shuts off his monitor and sends a half-finished field report spinning into oblivion. Outta sight, outta mind, or so the saying goes.

Man's gotta eat, right?

"Where're we headed? I'll drive." @tripledshot

[arklayruins]

❝     is  that  my  tank  top     ?     ❞     of  course  it  was.  they  were  the  same  size     ,     sherry  could  fit  in  just  about  anything  jill  owned.      ❝     i  told  you  you  could  spend  the  night     ,     not  raid  my  closet.     ❞     though  she’s  hardly  annoyed.  just  a  little  amused.     /      @tripledshot​.

[zlatnivitez]

"Ok, don't panic. But there's a spider on my shoulder and I desperately need your help please!"

unprompted   //   always accepting .

HAD THE AFOREMENTIONED SPIDER   creeping down her shoulder been humongous,  it’d cause a complete turnabout reaction then ranging attacks from steve.  —  the knight in shining armor, everyone.   —    however, seeing sherry’s panicked expression   &   hearing stuttering calls for help, he couldn’t help but chuckle. what an adorable sight, he can’t deny that.  ❛   don’t worry,  princess sherry   -   i got this  !   ❜     without further ado,  his hand reached for her shoulder as fingers brush the spider which lands right in the palm of his other hand.   ❛  there we go. wasn’t so bad, don’t ya’ think  ....  ?  here, i’ll throw it away so it doesn’t annoy you anymore.  ❜

[valntein-blog]

@tripledshot @zombiexpress-gone   y’all   are   really   out   there   doing   the   fucking   most   and   shipping   leon   with   sherry   ,   little   girl   he’s   known   since   she   was   TWELVE   and   he   was   in   his  TWENTIES   ,   huh   ?   

[arklayruins]

                        @tripledshot​ ❤’d.

she’s  sitting  on  the  counter  in  her  kitchen     ,     watching  as  sherry  goes  through  the  process  of  warming  up  a  cup  of  tea.  they  hadn’t  talked  much  about  their  experiences  in  raccoon  city.  not  wanting  to  dwell  on  things  that  had  traumatized  the  both  of  them  so  severely.  but  she  has  to  ask.      ❝       so  you  met  claire     ?     ❞     she  asks.  she’d  only  come  face  to  face  with  the  girl  once  or  twice     ,     but  saw  photos  of  her  on  chris’  desk  all  the  time.  

[arklayruins]

@tripledshot​  said     :     “ i push everyone away, but in a way, i am doing them a favor. ” / meme ( accepting. )

❝     you  don’t  mean  that      ,     ❞     she  frowns.  brow  softening.  feet  carry  her  closer     ,     a  hand  coming  to  rest  ‘pon  sherry’s  shoulder  as  she  takes  a  seat  beside  her.  she  retracts  her  hand     ,     using  her  own  shoulder  to  nudge  the  younger  girl.      ❝     i      ,      for  one     ,     think  my  life  would  be  a  little  more  dull  without  you.     ❞     an  affirmative  nod     ,    smile  squishing  her  eyes  shut  just  barely.

[sseizonsha]

Constantine Starters

  She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s not the bright-eyed, small-smiled child who needed the story watered down and the hall lights left on. He and Claire told her everything she wanted to know throughout the years, taking even the more uncomfortable questions to heart and answering them as honestly---as gently---as they could. 

  He thinks she liked when they told stories, too. Not the kind of fairies and witches, but the ones where heroes caught the bad guys the monsters got locked up and came out healed and cured of their darkness. She liked tales of family and loyalty and heroes finding every sort of discoverable love she could think of. 

  Leon can’t say for sure if she found all of them, but some? When she, asleep, curled up beneath bedroom covers and clutched a stuffed rabbit, frayed and hug-worn. The day she’d discovered a ladybug tucked behind the petals of a daisy after rainfall. The first time Sherry looked herself in the eye in the mirror and forgot to flinch. The Muller kid and the way her eyes light up around him; Leon’s gotta guess he’s his own can of worms and stomach butterflies even Claire’d take a while to unpack. 

    After everything, you’d think she’d have learned: if God didn’t demand to be implicitly felt or seen or held to exist, then neither did love. Some argued they were one in the same. If God was indescribable, then how could anyone dare to put parameters around love---or decide who was or wasn’t worthy of it?

   Whether Sherry believes in God or not has no affect on his own faith. Whether Sherry believes anyone loves her or not doesn’t stop the fact that someone does. Jake Muller does. Claire does. And of course, so does he. More than anything.

 “Be easy to say God loves you. But how often does He pick up the phone?”

@tripledshot