#bitchspy

It was lucky for her that she stepped out before he was close enough deal with the perceived threat in self defense or else things could have gone a little differently. Surprising him was usually not a good idea.

As it was, he was in the middle of reaching for the gun she mentioned when she stepped into view and he aborted the motion. Only. She was stood there in nothing but one of his shorter towels and it barely covered her... assets. And he was only a man, underneath all the weaponisation.

At least his jaw wasn’t on the floor. It was an effort to tear his eyes off her chest and glue them to her face instead though.

“Uhh...” he began intelligently, completely wrong-footed by her just being there and being naked but for the towel that his eyes were wandering towards again. The thought of her in one of his shirts that would inevitably be too big for her also wasn’t helping. She wanted him to look, wanted him to imagine her that way or she wouldn’t be teasing him so.

He’d be lying if he said the whole thing didn’t make him a little hot under the collar.

“I mean, you’ve helped yourself to everything else...” He finally tore his eyes off her to turn his back a little in what modicum of modesty (that she obviously didn’t care for) that he could offer.

@bitchspy​.

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐙   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( accepting. )

          she wants the gesture to be felt, to mean something that is probably best left unspoken for the time being. he recalls the many nights before when things were calm and they sat in the watchtower at the prison, the late night cell talks and the struggle after terminus. she had been there and then she wasn’t-- because he told her to stay gone if she left his side again. he’s certain that the night shouldn’t be ruined by years of bottled emotions and after all, they’re both different people now. ❝i used to come out here before a storm would appear. first rumble of thunder and that heavy heat, you can almost taste it. the trees would start blowin’, clouds started clumpin’ all together real angry like. and then, right before the rain, everythin’ would be silent.❞ fingertips still fumble with his bare ring finger, gaze locked on the sky still sharing it’s beauty despite all the bullshit down below. rick supposes that this would represent the twinkle of hope for a better future for his people. for all the people. 

   blood seeps through the cracks of worn fingers, caught beneath sharp nails and collect there as a gruesome reminder that he has done something wicked. had he been a normal man, guilt would have wrecked him onto his knees-- but he’s left pondering his mistakes and with a mind so ravaged by mutation, it heeds no answers. then she speaks and the pounding of blood rushing to his ears fade. he’ll get passed it ? could he ? dimitri exhales, silver gaze locking on the mess torn and displayed before him. a taste-- just one small sample. an urge that makes his knees damn near buckle and give into instincts. yet she interrupts his little moment with a question that seems meaningless at first.   ❛ my name ?  ❜  he asks, tone almost annoyed because he’s certain he told her.  ❛ dimitri.  ❜  oh. now it clicks in rhythm with her heels, forcing him back from the edge of darkness and into the light. he’s not nameless...not a complete monster.  ❛ dimitrious moreau.  ❜  shoulders relax and he inhales as he turns to face the woman with a very intent gaze.  ❛ i’m still here.  ❜  but for how long ?

         ❝  so the rumours were true after all; there really was a carla radames.  ❞

▌real name: Sherry Birkin ▌single or taken: single ▌abilities or powers: semi-limited ((depending on how you look at it, I might get into how I see it working more in another post)) regenerative abilities, due to left over genetic enhancements from the G-Virus ▌eye colour: blue ▌hair colour: ash blonde ▌family members: William Birkin (Father / Deceased), Annette Birkin (Mother / Deceased), Derek C. Simmons (Legal Guardian / Deceased) ▌pets: none but she’d love a dog, they’re adorable ▌something they don’t like: things reminiscent of facilities (white walls, overly bright lights, etc) ▌hobbies/activities: outside of work-related activities, tennis and reading ▌ever hurt anyone before: yes. ▌ever killed anyone before: yes, numerous zombies and B.O.W.s ((although whether or not they count it debatable, I suppose)) ▌animal that represents them: otter ▌worst habits: drinking too much coffee, ignoring legitimate mental health issues in favor of faking happy, putting the milk in before the cereal ▌role models: Her parents Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield ▌sexual orientation: pansexual ▌thoughts on marriage/kids: she has mixed feelings. both are things she wants, but has a feeling that she’ll never be able to attain. marriage because of her work schedule, and kids because she’s terrified of them being taken from her. ▌fears: failure, needles, sharp objects, silence ▌style preferences: Sherry has an affinity for light colors and short-sleeves. she prefers to dress informally, and tends to wear scarves. ▌someone they love: only one? D: Leon S. Kennedy ▌approach to friendships: Sherry is warm and open to friendship under most circumstances. however, as kind as she is, it still takes her a fair amount of time to truly regard someone as a friend. ▌thoughts on pie: it’s okay. she’s only ever tried lemon meringue, because her mother bought it once, and she doesn’t often differ in her diet. ▌favourite drink: coffee, any kind, really ▌favourite place to spend time at: her friend’s houses, or libraries ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: the lake. there’s always too many people at the beach for her liking. ▌their type: someone she can talk to and who can talk to her, who she call her friend, someone who she can confide in and she knows they’ll care. ▌camping or indoors: either or. camping would make for a nice vacation with someone else, but when alone, she’d rather be indoors.

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