#loveperservering

@loveperservering​ asked:  ❛  don’t apologise . you’ve been through a lot , of course some days are harder than others .  ❜

   “well, happiness is when ... y’feel really good about somebody.” at least, from what he can recall. “nothin’ wrong with being in love with someone.”

It was like a dream, or a nightmare. Either worked, honestly. For as the moment, and for however long she was forced to be, this state of being the ‘nosy neighbor’ was to be her destiny. She had tried to free herself of it, by any means, but nothing could undo the curse put upon her. So, it was all smiles and corny little jokes to the townspeople. All of them unaware of the witch that struggled deep inside to get out of it.

Though, some part of her knew this was only right to be her fate, she did not want to accept it. There had been so many plans, so much ambition, and to see that success crumble from the one that should have been hers. That power... She would never forget it, and whenever lucidity did manage to seep through, for only brief seconds at a time, a glass shattering to the tiled floor; a mop, or a broomstick falling, she would recall what had happened to her. So quickly as that came, and so quickly did that anger pass, as the spell wove it’s magick right back into keeping her mind subdued, and so aggressively happy. The hatred in her heart was forcibly buried, and she would only have to endure it.

At the moment, she was in the house that had been given to her; the lone remnant of that time where things were going her way. She was sweeping away at the floor in the kitchen, preparing a meal for tonight, and so happily bobbing her head to some musical beat that was playing on the radio.

Ridiculous wouldn’t even begin to cover how Redfield felt about this. The intelligence showed Dr. Wilson Engel, former Umbrella operative, supposedly now working with The Connections, was monitoring some new experiment in Nevada. Vegas, to make it worse. Considering all the prior incidents Chris has witnessed, as well as those he hadn’t, over-populated and tourist heavy cities being used for testing the humanity of Bio-weapons was a dangerous game to be playing. How quickly the viruses used to create these weapons spreads,  and in a city where cleanliness is hardly required. One wrong move, one small injury, and the entire tourist hot spot could turn into a national disaster waiting to happen.

   “ We’ve landed. “ Another thing he disliked-- undercover work. He’d do it as he needed, of course, but the risk always felt as if it outweighed the benefit. Partnered with Maximoff for the mission, someone who’s own skillset and powers far outweighed his own. It felt like working with a bioweapon, except she had a heart unlike most of them. He still had to question how long it would be before something happened to her as well. Especially after what happened to Jill.

Just as the thought occurred, Jill responded. Good, make sure to keep the disguise up. If there’s a leak in the BSAA, bringing him in for questioning should be able to help us find out who it is. He disconnects, ready to open the door of their helicopter, now landed in a private landing zone of McCarran International Airport.

His shoulder’s tapped, and he turns to the dark haired agent next to him. ‘You know the drill, hotshot. We’ll drop off the acceptable weapons at the hotel room. Everything else stays here.’ Redfield groans, pulling his guns and placing them on the seat next to him. Military vest pulled off next, leaving him in a much less obvious clothing choice. ‘Hey hey, you’re working the dream job here, Chris. Honeymoon without the commitment, and with a fine badass lady at the same time. What more could you ask for?’  

     “ None of that, Oliveira. Has Maximoff even done this type of work before? “ Carlos shrugged, and handed a bag to Chris instead. Wraparound Terrace Suite, Cosmopolitan. Maximoff should already be there. Ring on his finger, and he heads off.

    Didn’t take long to arrive, the fact they actually booked a honeymoon suite only further frustrated him. Chris and Wanda Miller. Changing Chris name might not have mattered, given how popular the name is. Wanda, he’s questioning a bit more. Using the keycard, and entering the suite, he takes a quick look around. Already he’s comparing this assignment to his undercover work much earlier in his career, back in London when he was still investigating Umbrella. Suitcases packed with vacation clothing placed on the bed, and a single, small handgun placed with it. This was going to be a long weekend.  

@loveperservering​ cont. [x]

Venom’s massive form towered over most people, and it was not an exception for the one he now practically ran into. Wide eyes looked down at her, and his tongue lulled out from behind those sharp teeth. He was intrigued by the fact that she did not run away screaming, and he was still recovering from the pure bloodlust that was pumping in his veins. That, and the stickiness that was over his self at the moment was also very distracting.

   “Uh...“ Act scary. These kind hate that, right??? He tried to make himself appear even bigger, and snarled in something of a clearly powerful roar. “Like hell it is!! This look like a joke to you, little lady??” Fail. The other voice in his conscious chuckled, and it was hard to discern if it was himself, or the one he clung to.

"Wanda. Darling. I just saw the cable news. The last time I came to earth was 2015. What . . . happened?"

+ @loveperservering​ asked:  “ ‘cause you look like you’re in a bit of a bind. “