Goodbye, Rosemary.

          Independent and highly selective ETHAN WINTERS of RESIDENT EVIL. This portrayal will be canon divergent and heavily headcanon based at times. DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTTEEN. Please be sure to read all rules before interacting. --- Loved and written by Rick.  †

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     𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌  𝗈𝗎𝗍  𝗍𝗈  𝗁𝗂𝗆 ,   shaking  his  hand  lightly  before  her  own  returns  back  to  her  side .   her  brow  raises  slightly  at  the  mention  of  him  seeing  something  similar  to  what  is  happening  now ,   curiosity  making  a  home  inside  of  her .

     “   i  travel  a  lot ,   for  archaeology  reasons ,   and  i’ve  seen  some  unnatural   —   𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  and  yet  i  think  this  is  worse ,   ”     the  truth  escapes  her ,   but  it  isn’t  something  she  chooses  to  hide  and  there’s  a  brief  pause  that  she  allows  to  settle  between  them .     “   what  are  they ?   do  you  know ?   ”

           The father opened his mouth, but for a moment no sound came. Instead, a silent moment of UNDERSTANDING. Trying to piece together that UNNATURAL puzzle that sat right outside, ready to RIP into the two if they dare step outside, “ ... Lycan’s, I think ... At least that’s we they’re being called. “

      @dashingdad​   ,         liked for a starter.

       should   she   trust   him?   but   it’s   not   long   until   she   hears   him   mention   a   daughter.   &   suddenly,   she’s   not   just   mad   that   they’ve   both   been   dragged   to   this   awful   place,   but   whoever   dragged   them   here   had   the   audacity   to   steal   a   child?   ❝   i’ll   help.   —   if   you   want.   i   was   brought   here   too,   but   priority   is   finding   your   daughter.   ❞  

          Help was a delicacy amongst the village, and often those who offered it would have to PAY for their kindness in BLOOD. It was something Ethan had already SEEN, already put himself and others through. Tired eyes watched the women for a moment, as if he could really REFUSE her help. 

     Hᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs to argue the point (of course he does, when does he ever not argue about anything?), that even if he wasn’t, then he certainly carried one beneath his skin and that’s not so different from each other, but the words die long before they reach his lips, and he’s just — he swallows the words down, head tilted just so to lean into the palm further, own hand raised to fold over it. This is tender, and genuine; it’s been like this a lot more, back when they started out — but he never shuts up about anything but the important things, and then Ethan fills the ones he missed, or sometimes the other way around. One feeling too much, one too little.

     "Yours, mh?“ It’s just as low, and this helps to get him out of his head. They both have a lot of bad nights. Bad evenings. Too much trauma to work through on their own; but unable to help each other either.

     "When’ve you decided on that?”

           In a way, this was all just a calm before the STORM. The beginning of the end, that would inevitably come for them. Dragging the two men back to their reality, that PANIC and PAIN they called life. Where memories were not so KIND, but rather growling. BITTING even. 

Ethan moved to let his chin rest on the others chest, his eyes becoming more and more adjusted to the darkness around him. So that he could see the others face more CLEARLY, causing an easy hand to rise. Pushing the hair from his forehead, before letting the fingers rest on the side of Miles face. His thumb tracing patterns over stubble, “ hmm ... About a few minutes before you first kissed me. “ The answer made Ethan smile, remembering SWEETER time. 

“Sorry, buttercup.“ He’d just been… curious, that’s all. Yet part of Heisenberg could understand why this topic seemed to be rather… pricky, with everything that Ethan had gone through and somehow survived.

So the Lord focussed back on wrapping that bandage around the injured hand, slowly, carefully, making sure that any exposed, raw flesh was covered in a nice, smooth layer of fabric. Part of the man actually wondered why those digits hadn’t regrown, why it seemed to be harder for Winters’ body to recover missing fingers than re-attaching a sliced-off hand?… Maybe it was because of the fact that those fingers were not there anymore, nothing the other’s skin and bones could attach to? Nevertheless, it was still fascinating.

Once finished he carefully tucked the rest of the bandage beneath another layer so it stayed in place, nice and snug and secure, taking a good look at his handiwork by guilding the blond’s hand left and right, turning it genly between his own fingers. Observing, just to make sure it was as perfect as it could be.

“Knives?” Blinking, Heisenberg finally looked back up, meeting Ethan’s gaze with his own - cocking a curious brow at him before an amused yet surprised smirk stretched along his features.

“You want me to? Didn’t think you would be into such an idea-”

            A soft hum comes for the father. The pet name causing him to flush, as a dusting of PINK covers his features. It wasn’t a HORRIBLE thing, really. Ethan had always used pet names for those he LOVED, so to hear the engineer speak it so simply. It was ... NICE. It reminded him of a time that was not so HORRIBLE. When he felt more ... HUMAN. Yet, at the question, he chuckled. 

“ Actually I’m not. “ He admitted, as he FOCUS returned to the Lord, before looking over his handy work. What REMAINED of the damaged hand looked so SMALL, with the fingers gone. For a moment Ethan turned his attention to the Lords hands, as the held his own. Ethan had always felt SMALL compared to Karl, but never truly in a BAD way. It was just facts, “ Just wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any ... surprises. I’d be pretty pissed if I accidently stabbed myself. “

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@beneviiento​​ asked;

"you stabbed me!"

            Every inch of the father SHOOK, as bloodied scissors rested CRUDELY  in his iron grip. The light dripping of blood was the only sound for a moment. Donna’s blood, falling from the fathers ONLY weapon. Ethan’s mouth opened, but all words sat HIDDEN in his throat. Watching as the HALLUCINATIONS of Donna’s world faded away, leaving only the puppet master with a GAPING hole in his shoulder. 

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@gecsha​​ asked;

“ i can’t let her catch me again... ”

             “ She wont. “ 

                    The father moved easily to TOUCH the woman's arm, perfect silk met with digits caked in GRIME and GORE. He offered her a soft smile, giving the appendage a COMFORTING squeeze, before guiding her closer to him. Where arms found their way around her middle.