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#bratfield- independent claire redfield. selective. literate. writers eighteen and older only. penned by ava (she/her, 27). this is your warning for suggestive and violent content. it’s also your spoiler alert. check the rules page, please. verses in resident evil, dead by daylight, and much more. activity fluctuates frequently. patience greatly appreciated. 

     HE’S CAUGHT BY her hand, and by god it’s a struggle to not rip his arm away from her and leave. Go back to shitty motel rooms and the half empty liquor bottles. Waiting for the next time someone needs to use him for something. He clenches his teeth together, but keeps it internalized. He’s good at that, if nothing else.       “ Don’t start with what you think I deserve. I know what I am, what I’ve done, and what I deserve. You deserved better. And the least you deserved from me was a god damn apology for everything I did. Every choice I made and every fucked up thing that happened following my choices. I followed orders. Apparently that’s all I’m good for. That and shooting a gun wherever they tell me to fire at. Sorry doesn’t cut it, for what I did, but I’ll be damned if I don’t use what little choice I have left and choose to say it to you. ”

     “It’s not what I think you deserve. I knew, the moment we met in Raccoon City, that you deserved better than whatever hell it was we stumbled into. Leon, we were kids. Barely old enough to handle our own. And I was lucky enough to get a pretty good distance away from this but you? You got thrown right into the belly of the beast and that’s not fair for anyone. I remember who you were. I remember how bright your smile was, how young you looked...”           And now here they are. After all this time. There’s a deep breath from her, shaky and obviously anxious.       “No one deserves a life like this. All you wanted was to help people. The heart? The heart was always good. But the job is what wore you down, turned you into this. And it’s not easy, sure, but I don’t think it’s impossible for you to come back from it. No, you’ll never be the same as the rookie cop you once were, but you’re smarter. Stronger. Even if you can’t see it. I’ve always believed in you, Leon. Always. And I’ll stand beside you, help you through whatever it is you’re dealing with. If you’ll let me. I’d never turn my back on you like that. Not ever.”

@lcwless​ asked: Leon stands before her, age having long since taken that spark from his eyes. A heavy tiredness hangs in the air around him, and it's clear he doesn't plan to be here for long. "Before I lose track of you again, you deserve to hear one thing from me." A heavy breath is taken, before dull blues lock to hers. "I'm sorry. For everything I did to you. I'm truly sorry." But there's no taking it back. He turns his gaze away; and shoving hands into his pockets, he's walking away.

     It’s... Shocking. To say the very least. After all these years, an apology was the last thing she had expected. Confusion flashes across her face but it’s quickly replaced by concern as she realizes he’s already retreating, coupled with a hand reaching out to catch his arm. No, Leon, you don’t get to walk away so easy.           “Wait... You really want to apologize? Stay here and talk to me for a minute,” she insists, her tone softer than he’s probably ever heard it. This isn’t something she’s willing to just let him walk away from. “Leon... It’s been so long. I’ve never held anything against you. Not really. Sure, it hurt in the moment, but you’ve had a rough life. A life you didn’t deserve. I’ve always thought you deserved to be happy...”

@bratfield.  CLAIRE.

❝ —–  you know, i find it quite exhilarating that people like to aim guns at me.. ❞

     “Jesus fuck, dude.”           Sneaking up on a Redfield is never a good idea, though she knew she couldn’t really expect anyone else to know that. With a deep breath, Claire’s hand dropped, tucking the metal back into the holster at her hip. Something her brother had given her to keep her safe.       “Lucky I’ve got good trigger discipline, buddy. You make a habit of sneakin’ up on folks?”

❝ you’re talking to me as if i’m the stupid one.  i’m not.  i know we can’t stay here, i know nowhere is safe.  i know if you let your guard down, you’re absolutely fucked.  i’ve known since the very beginning. ❞   he stated.   ❝ i don’t need to be lectured by someone i don’t know well enough. ❞   he pointed out and soon, his gaze flickered away from her briefly.   ❝ i don’t need to get my shit because everything i need is in my bag on my back.  and don’t order me around like you’re the boss.  you’re not. ❞

     “If I thought you were stupid, I would have said that. Not beyond me to call someone on their bullshit. But it’s like I said, I’m not having any blood on my hands and if that means I have to boss a few people around to make sure they stay safe? So be it...”           Then again, bossing people around kinda runs in her blood...      “Look. Not a good way to start a conversation, I get it, and once we’re out of this mess and somewhere a little bit safer, I’ll be a lot more agreeable and polite. Can we please just get out of here?”           She’s physically incapable of leaving anyone behind... Sorry, Glenn.

@bratfield.  GLENN & CLAIRE.

❝ —–  …..  i’m sorry, but whatever you’re saying is going in one ear and out the other. ❞

     “Then I’m gonna need you to pay real close attention. Read my lips if you have to, I don’t really care, but we can’t stay here. It isn’t safe, nothing is safe anymore. You let your guard down, you get bit, you die. Not having any blood on my hands, even if I don’t know you like that, so get your shit and lets go...”

@amancalledboy​  asked: "Do you like popcorn, Missus Claire?" asks a nervous Max with a kettle of corn kernels ready to be popped and drenched in butter or maybe caramelized in corn syrup.

     Her attention is pulled from whatever she’d been up to quite easily by his voice. He’s been gone for too long and she’s certainly missed him. A grin forms as she turns.           “Always have,” she confirms, dusting her hands off on her jeans and taking a few steps closer. “What’s up? You wantin’ some company?”

       HE WHISTLED, SLICKING his black as night hair back with a look up a down. “Damn, you’re fuckin’ lit tonight, Baby.” there’s a swipe of his tongue across the bottom of his top teeth. 

       “Atta girl.”

     “Name one who does it better.”           Trick question; he can’t and she knows it.

        “YOU ACT LIKE you won’t give it to me. Funny. Last I check this red string wrapped around both our fingers. Bitch. Cunt. Fucking. Piece of shit.”

     “I give you what I want to give you and you get it when I’m ready to give it to you. Deal with it or starve.”

       “YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ rude, you god damn bitch–”

     “Big words from someone who wants something from me.”