#attckdog

a downpour of ichor. thundering senses: despite his stillness, he is on fire. attached to a web, hanging next to the other's shoulder as the gloom deepens. this is a madness he has yet to encounter, a darkness he is not intimate with. to watch someone lose all sense of soul, all trace of radiance and warmth of love, is a harrowing sight. the approaching beast, human only breaths ago, lets out a piercing shriek. the softness in peter has him questioning the sound. is he crying for what he once was?

The call Chris received was the call he dreaded getting every day.

Sherry, in a panicked voice, said she needed his help. He'd agreed without hesitation, already sending out a message to the Hound Wolf Squad that they should get their things ready to go. Chris hadn't even intended to join them until Sherry dropped the real bomb on him: "I haven't heard from Leon in a few hours."

The words almost didn't register, but his body was moving without needing to tell it to. Something burned in the back of his throat as he tried not to think about the worst possibilities, tried not to think about what might have happened to Leon inside of that facility to be unable to contact Sherry.

The worst part, though? Was that Chris had no idea what Leon was doing in Raccoon fucking City.

The Wolves gave him unsteady glances as he stepped off the helicopter and began barking orders, unable to relax his shoulders until he heard through the radio: "Alpha? They're safe. I've got them."

@attckdog / liked for a one-liner <3

injury  themed  prompts

for whatever reason, rose's teachers liked to flock to chris. they batted their eyelashes at him and giggled whenever he spoke before insisting that they understood what he was saying to them and that rose would be treated just like any other kid. it was the rare occasion that he and leon got to stand outside chris' truck together, waiting for rose to finish whatever she was doing before they all went out to grab dinner.

it'd been a line of teachers approaching him with, "oh, mr. redfield! we should set up a time to talk about rosemary's progress in my class" and "i'm so glad that we have someone like you keeping us safe at night, mr. redfield" before he'd noted the way leon stood, the tenseness in his shoulders as he watched with a sour expression on his face. chris was as polite as he could manage, knowing just how difficult life was for rose at school. he certainly didn't want to make things any harder for her than they already were—but he could practically feel the annoyance rolling off of leon in waves.

when the last teacher had touched chris' arm casually before letting out a laugh, chris had noticed a distinct shift. "i don't think i've ever seen you this jealous before," he said as the woman walked away from them.

chris had told him how frustrating it was to deal with the teachers acting nice to his face only to turn around and treat rose like shit, but it was apparently different for leon to see for himself. he could only laugh at leon's response. "the way you keep flashing your ring says otherwise."

they've   crossed   passed   a   few   times   now.   Gone   out   for   a   beer   a   time   or   two.   Nothing   ever   so   lengthy   but   what   they   cannot   deny   is   the   amount   of   TENSION   that   follows   them   whenever   they   are   in   a   room   together.   Long   glances   and   stolen   smiles.   It's   obvious   that   they   have   some   kind   of   connection.   If   Thor   just   happens   to   shoot   his   shot   and   it   gets   turned   down?   It   wouldn't   be   the   end   of   the   world.

Leon   is   one   hell   of   a   man   though.   Smart,   good   looking,   and   he   knows   what   he's   doing   out   in   the   field.   Who   wouldn't   be   attracted   to   that?   Either   way,   they   are   both   staying   in   the   same   hotel.   Same   city.   Same   common   interests.   Would   it   be   such   a   bad   thing   to   help   each   other   unwind?

Just   as   he   almost   talks   himself   out   of   it   his   phone   dings.   Its   a   text   and   from   none   other   than   the   man   he'd   just   been   thinking   about.   Asking   him   to   stop   by.    He   walks   down   the   hall   to   the   number   specified   on   the   text   he's   gotten   and   knocks   on   the   door.

It   opens   and   Leon   stands   at   the   door.   Thor's   heart   thumps   in   his   chest.   Not   in   nervousness   but   anticipation.

i   needed   a   distraction   and   here   you   are.

Thor   huffs   a   laugh   as   he   walks   inside.   Closer   and   closer   to   Leon   until   they   are   only   inches   apart.   "As   I   recall.   You   invited   me   here.   Trying   to   deal   out   your   own   fate   huh?"   he   says   with   a   smirk.   "Could   be   worth   your   time   I   suppose.   All   you   gotta   do   is   make   the   move."

SOMETIMES SACRIFICES ARE NECESSARY, especially when in pursuit of chili's $5 margarita deal after a long day. it's not easy being the government's punching bag ( or criminal informant -- whatever the hell her stupid fucking ' title ' is ) and today had been worse than most. so fucking sue her that she wants a goddamn cheap ass margarita at the end of yet another day in her hellish existence. all hopes of that are dashed, however, when she arrives at the restaurant to find it busier than usual. when she gets up on the balls of her feet to better see the room, there's only one available table in view -- and there's one fucker in line in front of her.

so what else is there to do but attach herself to him like some sort of fuckin' parasite and give him a better chance of getting a table for four than he would by himself ?

‘fuckin’ cold,  fuckin’ soaked,  fuckin’ . . .’    finley continued to murmur his complaints into the pacific northwest downpour,  water inching through each layer of his clothing until even his bones felt damp.  he wondered why he did this shit as he stood under the leaky overhang of an abandoned gas station,  holding a plastic cup of black coffee from a diner three miles back,  watching the dark road around him.  he took a sip,  winced at the burnt taste,  and turned his eyes toward the headlights pulling off the dark two lane highway.