#bettercffdead

@bettercffdead​ said: ❛  did  i  do  something ?  ❜ ( claire @ leon )

- questioning minds - || Accepting

     The question caught him off-guard, staring at her for a moment. She’d been talking about something- something he... was certain was important, but his mind had been elsewhere, caught on recent events.

     “I’m sorry, Claire,” he finally said, rubbing his face and sitting back once more. They’d finally gone out to eat but thus far he felt himself a miserable lunch companion. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Just jet lag, y’know?”

@bettercffdead​ said: ❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me ?  ❜ ( jake @ leon - def being dramatic )

- questioning minds - || Accepting

     “I dunno, Muller. You need killing?”

@bettercffdead​ said: ❛  can  we  call  it  even ?  ❜ ( jill @ leon )

- questioning minds - || Accepting

    Leon had been able to help her previously, the sniper rifle on his back used to plant a bullet in the tyrant’s head when it had cornered her. Now, however, he was the one that’d needed help and he was grateful for her timely intervention.

     The tyrant had thrown him like a ragdoll far enough that he could only hear the awful noise it made when Jill Valentine descended on it like Leon’s own personal avenging angel. Then came the distant sound of thundering footsteps as it was forced to retreat once more.

@bettercffdead​ said: ❛  can  i  come  with  you ?  ❜ ( sherry @ leon )

- questioning minds - || Accepting

     His kneejerk answer was no; absolutely not. This was dangerous, and he wasn’t going to willingly put her in danger- she was his daughter for christ’s sake. Lanshiang was bad enough, and that was still fresh in his mind.

     But she was also an agent. She had been trained and was capable (much to his chagrin, he didn’t want this kind of life for her). And he might view himself as her father, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he had any control over her life. They were years from a bright-eyed little girl swinging hands with him and Claire. And, perhaps, he could use the backup.

     He still mulled it over for some time, wanting to keep with his initial reaction, send her home. But he knew it might be a battle and he needed to get a move on.

a scoff leaves his lips as leon helps sherry off the floor, making sure she was okay before finally speaking.    “ yeah, but then you get yourself in trouble and i have to come help you anyhow, “ he points out.. it’s not meant to be in a mean or bad way. he cares about sherry. he’s always cared about her. he puts a hand on her head and shakes it a little bit, in a teasing manner. “ are you sure you’re okay though? what the hell happened? “ he holds back the ‘i thought i asked you to take care of yourself’ comment. she doesn’t need to hear that right now. 

@bettercffdead​ said: ❛  hey ,  hey ,  are  you  with  me ?  ❜ ( luis @ leon )

- Questioning - || Accepting

     There’s a groan, brows knitting together and a grimace on his face. His head hurt, his skin felt agitated, his fingers felt a little tingly. He was still intact, garnered from a once-over of himself as he finally sat up and scrubbed at his face.

questions like this were far from annie's favorite, even if she didn't have to think at all for her answer. yes, of course it was yes, because annie cresta was not the type of girl to stop loving someone so easily. but sometimes, that was exactly what invited trouble to her door.

"of course i will." she said, voice as gentle as ever as she reached out to take emilie's hands and squeeze. even if it was something horrible, she wasn't going to run from it. she had bad things in her life too, and so did so many of the people that she loved. it had never made her care about any of them even one iota less. "you can tell me anything. i'm not here to judge. only to listen."

  “ captain. “ piers grunts as the man shoves him against a wall the impending bullets of their team flying all around them to get whatever the hell was chasing them. deep in piers’ mind he was praying, praying, that none of these bullets hit chris. that was the last thing he wanted. force chris redfield’s life to get on track and then have him murdered. piers would never live with himself if that was the case.

when the sounds of the gun shots stopped, piers gripped chris by the vest and lifted him back a little bit. “ you gotta be smarter, alright? you’re irreplaceable. i’m not going to let anything happen to you. so don’t waste your life on me, okay? “ he’s touched and well, flustered. and frankly trying to not think about chris being that close to him. this was his captain after all.