#mycelae

I miss you too!

Eyes drift closed naturally when her hand enters his field of view, giving a curious smirk as he feels her soft finger carefully glide down down the bridge of his nose, the gentle touch soothing. Quietly he hums lowly in response. Gradually turning his gaze upon her to simply study her. Tempted to lean in closer, he follows through with his silent wishes. Closing what little space lay between them as an arm looped around her middle. Drawing Mia in close as lips pressed a sweet, slow kiss to her own. Only to break away and rest his forehead to her down, making a point to brush the tips of their noses together playfully with a grin. So much intimacy in these silly little moments like this and Leon clung onto them also greedily. As though he'd never get to share such an experience with his partner again.

It was a convert operation. They didn't even have a contact out on this mission for them to meet with. They needed to capture some footage, confirm the illegal patronage of biological warfare, and get out. From there they would properly plan on apprehending the parties involved and shutting down the operation. Leon was paired with their newest agent, Mia Winters. He had somehow managed to talk her into joining their ranks at the DSO. She was highly skilled and letting the raw talent she processed with a gun go to waste at a shooting range. But here they were now. Creeping their way towards the warehouse they suspected of housing the illegal substances. He hears someone approaching before anyone is seen. The familiar echo of booted feet making their way around a corner. Without much thought Leon was grabbed the woman's forearm and pulled her into the narrow alley way. All but wedging them together. It was tight between the old buildings that were constructed way to close together back in the day.

The agent silently brings his finger to his lips as he listens. But her shuttering gasp reaches his ears. Drawing in his full attention once more. Concerned he might have hurt Mia when he trapped her between strong arms and the wall.

random dialogue prompts -> @mycelae: what were they like?

Chris surprises himself when he doesn't startle from the sudden question, holding baby Rosemary to his chest while Ethan prepared the bottle. The older man had to ponder for moment, trying to recall just what they had been talking about, but gazing down at the baby in his arms was a good reminder as any, parenting. Ethan wanted to know about his own parents. A strange thing to think about, when Claire was really the only person he talked to about them and it was only on specific dates. The sting that came from their loss had long since faded, though he'd miss them until he dies. Talking about them sure did help though.

The agent's expression twisted in mild disgust as the aromas hit his senses. A laughable reaction really. He's shifted through rotting corpses, wadded through contaminated ancient sewers, tasted blood on his tongue, and not batted an eye. Perhaps it was the fact that he had to actually consume the mystery substance the woman was giving him. He's taken some horrid medicines before ( some of his own making ), the kind that lingered on the palate, that even water couldn't wash down. Leon feels this will be one of those things he'll have to sit around tasting for a time after before the bitterness dulled on its own.

"Willing to explain what it is? Or should I wait to ask till after it's down?" He faked a smile with a wince, he had to trust it was something to aid him. Or at least null the pain. Biting the bullet, he takes the suspicious substance in his mouth. Expression coiled in utter repugnance. But still forced himself to swallow. Leon attempted to shake the fowl aftertaste from his mouth. Finally letting out a heavy sigh as he looked at Mia. Blue hues flickering over her a moment as lips pursed in disgust, "If a little bitter tastes like 80 proof moonshine, then you were absolutely right. It's just a bit bitter."

Kennedy's head canted at the other man's curt words. Expression pinching as he turned on a heel to face him. Arms crossed defensively over his chest as he gave the younger man a stern glare. He can sympathize where the other was coming from. Truly he could. So much as been thrust upon the Winters' lives. So much change that it surely was overwhelming to try and keep up with. Leon related to such drastic shifts in lifestyles. He also lacked a choice in the matter of that change as well. Lips thinned before he lectured, "Mr. Winters. I suggest you take a kinder tone with me. You don't have to like me... but, don't be an ass."

Deep sigh broke from the agent as his head lowered. It'd been an taxing day. A hand reached out to rest upon Ethan's shoulder. Strong, reassuring squeeze was offered. Blue hues lifting to meet with the other's. "You're frustrated, I know, and I'm tryin' to help you. So, please--- work with me here. If you spoke up, answered my questions, maybe I wouldn't have to run my mouth so much, yeah?"