#claaireredfield

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"My, my. This is too perfect."

Ensuing a bitter-sweet giggle, how articulate lips webbed among their pursed visage. The bubbling onslaught on wandering vengeance, a common mishap within the ever 'perfect' works of this muddled mindset. How had the grande queen forgotten such faces? Whilst it had always been rude to dismiss names of former guests. Her violet garbs flustering against a slender frame, maturity took it's tale, but ever venomous in dripping youth had the Ashford prodigy remained. A gloved palm twitches under their cloaked flesh, to behold the widening smirk across that pallid portrait.  

The hound had heard the woman even before she got too close. Her ears perked, listening for any tiny sound, any quick intake of breath; if the woman noticed the hound was here, she would be ready.

"Claire!" Sherry eye's brightened up at the sight of her role model, Claire redfield. She had been one of the main reasons Sherry had been so determined to save Jake's life, to do the moral things she had done.  The redhead had always been there for Sherry, growing up, Claire's hand always remained in Sherry's reach. When she was just a lost little girl in Raccoon city, when she was taken in by the government, and experimented on daily, and hopefully maybe even now.