#knnedy

the arms that wrapped around a sleeping child, the way she did back in raccoon city   ...   how long have they’ve been walking now  ??? it was pitch black outside, who would of thought that the walk to the next town would be so long. as she heard the voice of her fellow companion, she simply shook her head.  ❛   it’s fine             ,  after all that arm of yours isn’t gonna heal if you put pressure on it.     ❜  her reply was soft like a hushed tone   ...  as nothing but the  MOONLIGHT and the torch that leon carried lit up their pathway. however, the youthful female soon found a patch of grass that looked like someone had been sitting on and as she gently placed the pre - teens child onto the grass. 

leon had become a friend now just like blue team, like johnson, like cortana. and with that he's earned a rarity from the chief : john's comfort to speak. it still felt foreign to john, however. to be asked things he stands for. for his own individual perspectives. no one told him how hard it was to become your own man so late in life. john stood silent for a while looking off to the side. leon knew this extended silence usually lead to something at some point, he just had to be patient with john.

his visor finally turned back to meet leon once again. it seemed like john was finding his voice somewhere in him. everything was an effort, it was much easier saving the galaxy twice...

❝ at first i fought the covenant because someone had to. and i knew i was good at it too. the librarian said i was planned for a purpose,   i didnt choose to fight the fight, i was made for it.   so i didn't bother. but now, i think i fight because i believe in hope.    ❞

the escape isn’t clean; it never is in situations like this. there is shouting from villagers, a chase through narrow paths, & before they could get away, someone manages to grab her arm hard enough to bruise. she doesn’t fully register how she gets free; all she can assume is that leon didn’t hesitate to react & kept her moving forward, which, in return, keeps her from stopping long enough to think about turning back or think about the shadows that linger all around them.

she doesn’t even know if they make it out of the village or if they only manage to make it somewhere away from the chaos. wherever they were, it was quiet there, eerily so, & around them were half-collapsed houses with no roofs & walls that were barely together. most of all, for the first time since everything began, she feels like no one is watching.

ashley stood, breathing hard, eyes closed, heart hammering against her chest, while her hands were shaking now that there was space for it.

she could feel her breath as it hitches halfway through something between a laugh & a sob. as she opens her eyes, she drags a trembling hand over her face, trying to steady herself, but it doesn’t quite work. “ no, ” she said honestly. her voice shaking as she blinks back tears that filled her eyes. “ no, i’m not. ”

“ you know, it always seems to be unnatural with you, ”  which is true for both of them actually, but dick won't waste time with semantics if the unnatural thing may be within earshot, effectively jumping them both with no time to react.  so he inclines his chin to the side, stills his body and consciously absorbs the noises surrounding them.  there's the wind, as is to be expected, whistling a chill caught in gotham's alleyways, and with it, the distant sound of a weight dragging itself against the neglectful sewer terrain beneath them.  the silence offers enough to also appreciate the soft pulsation of an overcharged organ, pumping an unforeseen teratoid with life.  yeah, unnatural, as to be expected...

" you're one tenacious bastard, aren't you, kennedy? how do you pop back up every time after all these scrapes? " a man going after his personal crown, it so seemed. lucky thing that sebastian castellanos was an expert at firstaid--if only thanks to his own recklessness and plenty of trial and error, whether he liked it or not. with hands surprisingly gentle for how rough, calloused, and scarred they were, he began the process of rolling up leon's pant leg, currently braced upon his own lap to aid his reach.