#blccdinghcarts

       HER GAZE NARROWS with a growing hum. Ah. She knows that while she could go on and on and her patience of him could go to the ends of the Earth but she knows...he’s just as stubborn. 

       “Frankie...”

How long had it been since Blyth was changed? He has lost count of the years at this point. He remembered the feeling of cold, spreading through his body.. then the hunger.. Oh, Gods, the hunger. No matter how much he ate it never satisfied him.. and then his body started rejecting it..

He remembered.. Clara.. his fiancee at the time. So kind and willing to help.. then he'd killed her in his bloodlust. He hated what he'd become. Since then he'd fled France, looking for someplace to hide. Someplace he wouldn't hurt people.. he'd been hiding out in the woods, by himself, feeding off of local wildlife.

That was when he'd met her. The tall pale woman with the white dress. Offering him a place to stay and a place he could be himself and learn to control his hunger.. of course he'd said yes. Almost begged her to take him with her. It wasn't long until he'd seen the castle and almost intimidated, he took a step back, until she nudged him closer.

They entered the castle, and she'd called out for her daughters. Blyth was quiet, watching the three masses of flies form into the three women the older lady had mentioned. She introduced them, of course and they were instructed not to kill him. Or sample him.

She had ended up in reality in the same position not long after, found in the outskirts of London and brought to the Raccoon City Museum, now the Raccoon City Police Station. She was kept to be cleaned up and restored, but it was turned into the police station, and she was left in storage.

Until now.

She wasn't aware of much going on around her for much of the time she was encased in stone. Every once in a while she'd be trying to come back to reality, but it didn't always work. She'd catch glimpses and that was it. So when the curse had finally broken and she was human again, she slumps against the man who had freed her, unconscious.

When she would wake up later, she would be in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar person nearby. She slowly moved, her entire body feeling heavy. She turns onto her side and sits up, looking around her immediate area. "Wh.. where am I?" She spoke, softly, not used to using her voice again.

       “FACE IT MORRISON--” arms stretched out wide on top of the balcony of Ormond, “I have the high ground!”

       Last one alive as usual, Nea has been breaking The Legions ankles all match! Proud of it, she was. Her ability to jump from great heights and take off with him unable to catch her always made her giddy. Poor Dwight, Kate, and...ah well, Ash was just a body to throw. She tried to help but poor guy kept peeling off her. Or loosing her. The loosing her always made her snicker. 

It's been too long but here he is, sneaking his way up behind the rookie cop, just for arms to secure around his middle and pull him back into Frank's chest. "Three guesses who, first two don't count," he offers against the shell of Leon's ear. Is he grinning? Absolutely. There's a mild hope that he startled him, just a little, but mostly? Frank's just glad to be here. "Miss me?"

@blccdinghcarts​ | leon s. kennedy ♥

     IT STARTLES HIM, Leon jolting slightly as he’s grabbed. He forgets to breathe for a moment, before the familiar voice reaches his ear and his senses come back. He’s laughing in moments, shoulders shaking along with it.       “ You startled me ! ” An accusation, before he lets out a light chuckle. “ You have to ask if I missed you ? Now you offend me on top of it. ” Though the grin across his lips says he jokes.