#wewantwar

[carnivorare]

@wewantwar wanted a starter!

"---- you --- SHOT, at m̴̺͆ͅ ̶̨̗̌e̶̦̬̐ ̵͕͍͐̓e̴̛͓͎͐ ̵̗͗͂e̵̹͍̊ ̴̪͇̆̄é̸̡ͅ ̷͙̈́e̷̹̒ ̶̯̹͝ę̶́̐ ," moby bellowed, wet lips pulling back in a wrathful snarl. accident or not, the kind of violence that could draw her blood deserved repercussions. they could still smell him nearby, they could hear the rush of his blood thundering beneath his skin, the pacing of his heart a quick, drumming rhythm. they would find him soon and have their pound of flesh, even if theirs had already long since regenerated.

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[devourhcpe]

CHRIS REDFIELD | cont . from HERE

IT HAD HAPPENED YET AGAIN! A dinner, made from love set cold and uneaten on the dining room table. The first hour, a smile creased perfectly painted lips. Phone illuminating her perfect golden skin, as she scrolled through Instagram. Liking friends pictures, and taking selfies of herself. Chris was at work, and he was being kept later, that is all this was. He will be home any minute now. Why are you lying to yourself, Allison! He wasn't anywhere else but work?

Sure about that, cause I think he is hard fucking the red head from the pet store again! He , she had started to argue with that voice still, trying hard to ignore it's accusations. The ones that she was fucking sure were right. Icy Blue's shot up to the clock on the wall, it was now 8:54. two hours and fifty four minutes late. Why'd she keep telling herself, that he would change? The shit had never changed, and she knew that. Crimson lips thinned out , matching the Anger that now BURNED through her eyes like the flames of hell. Head snapped to the right as she heard the key unlocking the front door. The minute he sauntered inside she had been up, and on him.

" Where were you, Chris? Let me guess, that fucking red headed whore again? FUCK YOU! " She spat the words at him, her hand raised then. Cupping slightly, as she sent it flying. Connecting to the side of his face. She didn't need him to answer, she could smell the sex, perfume, so much of it too. She felt the tears start to sting, the backs of her eyes, but she fought it. She wasn't giving him that satisfaction. Her entire body was shaking from the anger, her eyes raising to meet his. Catching sight of movement, before her head was violently rocked to the left. Her face was stinging, left with the handprint of Redfield's massive hand print. He had struck her, and it wasn't the first time. This was there relationship, as fucked up as it was. Her body flung, twisting spilling blonde locks across her face.

Free hand catching herself as she crashed into the ground, the other holding the spot he had struck. Before she could move, or push herself up off the ground. She felt his fingers intertwining in her hair. Yanking her violently up off the floor. His eyes mirrored the rage that was spread taught over his face. She tried to fight him back, but at this angle she couldn't. She let out a cry, as he lifted her off the floor, fingers still wrapped in her hair. Slamming her back down, before he sent off a kick directly to the stomach. Causing her body to fly up off the floor, Anger mixed with her fear and broken heart. Her hair flipped backwards as she flung her head back, pushing herself up off the floor.

Her jaw was clenched so tight she might break teeth. Raising both her hands, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt the power inside her stir, and he was suddenly lifted and slammed back against the wall. And she held him there, tightly around the throat. By an invisible force! She watched his smugness, fill every single ounce of his face. He was enjoying this, the sick fuck. Something that only angered her more, and with each second that past the angrier she became. She froze, as she heard him ask her to let him go. Begging her to , talk this out, and for a moment the love she still held for him. Wavered, and she wanted to let him go. But she felt the anger return once more. He'd say anything to get her to let him go. And then, he said if.

" You're just Mad because it wasn't you, I was fucking! "

This only caused her to squeeze his neck, cutting any air flow he had. Until she saw him turn blue. Hands dropped to her side, releasing him at that moment. He had became angry again, of course he did. Just as she had released him. She hated him, so much, but she loved him just as much too. Warm hands slid over her face as she lowered herself, knees bent as she sat, squatted on the ground, fighting back any tears that formed. What felt like forever, must have only been seconds before she straightened back up. Pointing toward the door, her eyes still flaming.

" Leave, Get out Chris. Get out and don't ever fucking come back. I am done with your bullshit. "

[sunomaly-archive]

what happened back there ? ~ @wewantwar

» “ i panicked, chris. that’s what happened. i panicked. all because of something that jackass said, alright? i let it get to me. it won’t happen again. now stop asking stupid ass questions and let’s just get back. ” she doesn’t want to explain, and in all likelihood she won’t. she’ll go back to her desk in the bullpen, she’ll go cry to odie, she’ll hide in penelope’s office. she’ll do anything she has to in order to get away from the shame of freezing up in the field. something in her had just flipped like a switch, and suddenly she wasn’t agent williams of the bau anymore. she was alyssa, scared and confused and desperate for any kind of escape. a prisoner, not an agent. a child, not a woman.

[curamorte]

 “ look at me. “

｡° ᅳ 【 @wewantwar 】

No...

          Oh,  no ..

Elouise fought with her lungs, choking against her breath catching and hitching in her throat. Shock. Pure shock. Only shock. There was no terror, no real fear, no intimidation. There may have been some confusion underneath, but shock conquered it all in her expression, widening her eyes -   doe in headlights.

Why didn't she listen? What a horrible thing, letting worry trump reason. He told her to stay put. She should have stayed put!   What if he got hurt? What if something happened? He'd been gone longer than he said, too. She couldn't just stay put.   She should have stayed put.   Her breath is still caught, everything screaming at her to do something -   breathe,  move,  run,  cry   - only to be met with paralyzation.

Until Chris.

Hands meet her jaw, her chin, and suddenly everything's snapped back into motion. That breath that was caught finally hits her lungs with a hard and sharp gasp, everything else shuddering in response. She trembles, but she doesn't tear away from him. Those doe eyes now drown themselves in the spotlight of his, wide and watering. Her jaw tenses under his fingers, chin yielding to the hold he has on her. She has her hands raised between them but it's almost as if she's unsure whether or not to press in closer or push him away. They just... hover there. Every new little gasp of air now has an effort of speech attached, words that never make it past the back of her tongue except

       ❝ I'm sorry, ❞   muttered through the stillness his grip has on her. She repeats it like a mantra -   a prayer of forgiveness. A record on scratched repeat.

[sunomaly-archive]

"You don’t trust me. Actually, it’s more fundamental than that. You don’t like me." ~ @wewantwar

» “ so you know everything about me, then? ” her voice is tense as she looks at him, blue eyes icy as she takes a step forward. he’s bigger than her. much bigger. and yet there doesn’t seem to be much fear in the blonde’s eyes.

» “ it’s not that i don’t like you, it’s that i don’t know you. it’s not a matter of liking you that’s behind the fact that i don’t trust you. i don’t trust anyone. ” not the entire truth. she trusts her team. she trusts her friends, the family she’s found at the bau.

» “ you shouldn’t assume. you don’t know anything about me. ”

[curamorte]

【 @wewantwar 】 ｡° ᅳ cont.

Where his smile doesn't reach his eyes, there's a softness in her's that doesn't fall to her lips. They're pressed thin;  thoughtful, concerned, patient. Elouise doesn't want to say anything out of line, anything presumptuous or otherwise, but she knew something had to be said regardless. She takes a breath and only adjusts her direction a smidge, turned to face him a little more fully before cantering her head aside.

              ❝ What are you  with  control? ❞   She doesn't mean the question to be harsh. It bites even when she hadn't meant to use her teeth. Her gaze doesn't leave his, fingers fidgeting with one another as she pauses, waits, considers before taking in another breath.

              ❝ Chris, you do have control over your life, and that's something I know you've fought for...   but nobody can control the bad things that happen to us.   --Just.. what we do after... ❞

[curamorte]

𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒… ♡ ｡° ᅳ @wewantwar

Oh, but could it have been Elouise if it wasn't curiously morbid? A touch macabre? She stands with delighted anticipation, presenting Chris with a rather delicately wrapped bundle of gifts   ( a craft all on it's own it appeared ).   Exciteble bounces in the balls of her feet urge him to   open them already!   as she shifts beside him to watch.

Elouise had taken her time in both finding and making these little gifts. Craft chocolates shaped to be organs and body parts all assembled very neatly in their own little decorative dividers. A handwritten letter wrapped in a flower-pressed envelope and a bleeding-heart wax seal. The most impressive, she'd say, was the carved box shaped to be a human heart   ( and no bigger than one at that )   which held a vintage and polished watch. On the back of the face covering it's battery were his initials carved in intricate print.

Of course she's hopeful he'd take to the gifts-   maybe even like them a little  -but it was clear in the warmth she regards him with that even if he hadn't, she wouldn't mind, either. Materials were just that, after all. Head cantered aside, she leans her shoulder towards his but never quite bumps into him, just sways to get a bit more of his attention.

       ❝ Happy Valentine's Day. ❞

[curamorte]

i might drink a little more than I should tonight.

｡° ᅳ 【 @wewantwar 】

Her smile was soft and understanding   ( maybe too understanding )   as she turns to him. Pressed a little thin, but present. Elouise wants to maybe dissuade the decision, discourage the vice, but she was never one to intervene too much in other's affairs, no matter how she cared. He hadn't asked her to keep him sober. She didn't want to overstep, so she wouldn't. She'd just...   be a little more mindful through the evening, then.

       ❝ Good thing I'm not then, ❞   Elouise breathes, hands folding behind her back.   ❝ Just try not to puke on me when I take you home.   -I didn't bring an extra shirt. ❞   Delivered with a playful smile, meant to be a bit of a joke if anything.