#fablesuntold

Plotted starter for @fablesuntold

The ground still held the memories of the rainfall from the night before, the scent still remained heavy inside the air. The night was painted in perfect water colors for Ada on this night, the way the stars shone above was truly a remarkable sight for a woman who had become so uncertain of herself. A sickening contrast to the memories the mirror showed her with every look.

One year had passed by since China burned beneath the heinous plans of a man who was starved for domination over the world, at least that was the mask he wore. When what he truly sought was to own another soul. In the moment Ada had refused to submit to him and his demands, he manufactured someone to wear her face and steal her name. In the end, he never got to possess the real Ada Wong. Leaving the blood that decorated the streets lingering with her name.

It had been that same length of time since she had said her last goodbye to Leon, leaving him standing in smoke and fire with nothing more than a gentle parting gift. The compact she had left him that contained the data needed to clear not just his name, but every innocent life involved. Once more leaving threads unsevered, and a distance far between them.

This was how Ada Wong expressed her love for another.

She didn’t intentionally count the days she had last seen him, however he did often cross her mind without so much as an effort. A dangerous habit for a woman like her, if anyone were to know how attached she was it could prove fatal for both sides. Being human truly was an inconvenience. She often had to talk herself from reaching for him when her mind went dark. Leon had been the only person she felt truly safe with.

Heels stepped through the threshold into the dark apartment. The scent of her perfume was the only indication that the occupied space was her own. She knew almost instantly that there was an intruder. Slowly clicking the lights in each room on Ada waltzed her way to each unremarkable room as if she didn’t realize someone had intruded.

“I suppose I should congratulate you.” She said a slow amused smile curving intimately upon seeing that Leon had somehow managed to find his way into a residence she never expected to be found. “You’ve found me.” She shifted her weight to her right hip as her finger clicked the living room light. “I haven’t worked a job in over a year Leon, if it’s information you are seeking. I’m fresh out.” When her amber eyes found his with the exhaustion of a woman who spent her entire life running, only for her to discover that she couldn’t outrun the inevitable.

"Something’s   watching   us." / @fablesuntold

immediately does jessica roll her eyes. hands settle on her hips as she turns, snow crunching beneath her boot. ( there's only so many jump scares a girl can take, and honestly? she's tired. she's cold. they've been walking for what feels like an eternity to get to a place that she's not even sure exists. at this point, she's ready to turn around and tell emily to shove a sock in it. at least the cabin had a couch. )

@fablesuntold sent: “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem.” — From Leon for Ada!

"Shouldn't you be saying this in person, Rookie?" A soft chuckle slipped past her lips as his rough, yet strangely comforting, voice came through the phone. So, he had finally found her number tucked inside the makeup case.

"Took you long enough to call..." It had been nearly six months since they last saw each other in Lanshiang, China. She had almost forgotten about the little parting gift she'd left behind at the last second, uncertain if he would even find it.

And yet, he did.

Her dark amber eyes drifted toward the window, following the afternoon sunlight spilling between the concrete buildings. It was nearly two o'clock in the afternoon. If he was back in the States, it would be two in the morning.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Leon?" she mused, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Or do I occupy your thoughts more than you'd like?" She tilted her head.

"Tell me… what are you going to do about it?"

@fablesuntold asked : ❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style — From Jacob Black!

" THANK YOU . " CAME SOFT VOICE , sweet as golden honey , " i'm sorry if i interrupted your hike . i don't wish to be a burden . " she had assumed he had been on a hike ---- why else was he also in the forest like she had been ? she was thankful he had been though . the trek back to her cottage would have been slow and cumbersome on a sprained ankle .

@fablesuntold said: ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ — From Satoshi for Yoshiki

the  nights  have  been  lonely  since  coming  back  —  the  darkness  of  the  residential  street  he  lived  on  thick  and  suffocating.  he  practically  had  to  run  home  from  his  after  school  shifts,  turned  on  a  light  in  every  room  as  soon  as  he  made  it  inside  —  nothing  could  hide  in  the  shadows  if  there  weren't  any  shadows  there  at  all.  he  feels  childish  to  need  to  sleep  with  a  light  on  now,  but  he  knows  that  they  would  all  understand.

they  all  have  gained  little  quirks  since  coming  back.  there  is  no  way  life  could  go  back  to  the  way  it  was  before;  not  after  everything  they  have  seen.  everything  they  have  been  through.

the  first  time  he’s  had  someone  over  since  everything  happened  —  his  room  is  immaculate,  cleaned  like  no  one  lives  there  at  all.  there  is  hardly  any  food  in  the  pantry  and  the  room  smells  vaguely  of  incense  —  shinozaki  had  mentioned  something  once  about  specific  kinds  of  incense  that  are  good  for  warding  away  spirits.  before,  he  might  have  laughed  it  off,  but  now…  now  he  can’t  be  too  careful.  right?  or  is  this  quiet  paranoia?

he  comes  back  with  tea  –  a  cup  for  him  and  satoshi,  folding  his  legs  up  underneath  him  as  he  listens  to  the  world  outside.  another  noise  and  he  shuts  his  eyes,  grits  his  teeth.  sighing,  he  finally  speaks.

“   sorry,  it’s  the  neighbor  kids.  their  parents  work  late  and  no  one  watches  them  —  they  are  probably  out  messin’  with  firecrackers  in  the  alleyway  again.  they’ll  stop  soon.  ”      

it’s  nice  to  have  someone  here  with  him.  it’s  nice  to  have  this  place  filled  with  more  than  just  the  sound  of  his  own  anxious  breathing.

“  …  how  late  can  you  stay  tonight?  ”

bristle of agitation shows in the strain of his brow. he's used to uncouth and otherwise unsavory behavior in men: boys, usually, the sort trying to square up with him at the shelter after giving a female worker a difficult time. dae-ho has readily acclimated, forced himself not to grow flustered with boisterous energy and an unfettered need to put them in their rightful place. physical intervention was not the solution there, but within the walls of the games, everything has become a blur. every contestant is the same, adorned in lurid matching tracksuits to further strip them of their individuality. it's best that he doesn't make any enemies; already, has he failed this ? how has the endurance he worked tirelessly to build up already unraveled ?

▩ Where is this coming from, my friend? ▩ I just don't want to see another life end... ▩ You're like the father I could never do without ☂︎ I still believe in goodness... ☂︎ I still believe that we could be kind... ☂︎ Lead from the heart, and see what starts How much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down?

we're  stuck  at  a  standstill.  both  our  hands  on  my  truck  door  as  wrestle  with  myself.  they're  back.  i  never  thought  they'd  be  back  but  they  are  and  even  if  i'm  better  now,  some  part  of  me  just  wants  to  lay  my  eyes  on  them.  and  maybe  thats  the part  of  me  that  hasn't  quite  healed  yet.

i  see  the  look  in  his  eyes.  i'm  not  entirely  sure  if  he  means  lose  me  to  edward  or  lose  me  to  darkness.  either  way  i  want  him  to  know  thats  not  true.  i  want  him  to  have  the  same  security  he  gave  me  when  i  needed  but  it's  a  hard  won  internal  battle.  i  individually  force  every  finger  to  loosen  from  my  door  and  throw  my  arms  around  him.  "  I'm  not  leaving,  okay?  i  promise.  i'm  never  going  to  bail  on  you  again.  "  i  had  been  bailing  on  everyone.  jake,  my  friends,  my  dad  who  has  been  through  enough.  "if  you  want  me  to  stay  tonight-  if  you  think  that's  for  the  best  then  i'll  stay.  but  jacob-  i'm  going  to  have  to  face  them  eventually.