#plagasaved

they don't attend the same college, which is a TOTAL BUMMER, but blair's long gotten used to it. it's hard to complain when she's living the dream, and like, what's the real problem, distance? as if they couldn't be solved little a little hop, skip, and a private plane trip to where ever her little heart desired! it's always a hassle, and like, blair's learned a long time ago that the concept of a drop by visit wasn't possible when one of your friends is like, the president's daughter or whatever, but like...

they'd known each other long before her father had chosen to make his run for the country's biggest title. or at least it's most notorious. they'd existed as friends at the country clubs, the girls who'd supped at the same restaurants in town, and attended the same private summer camps, cotillion balls and FUNDRAISERS. their parents all clap, when he asks them to support him, and each of them buy a part of their future in donations. a cycle that never ends.

but that had like, nothing to do with them, and blair's waiting outside of her hall with her sunglasses pressed against the bridge of her nose. "god, what class did you crawl out of? you look like someone gave you a POP QUIZ you weren't ready for." her mouth curls, in mock disgust, linking arms with ashley graham before she could stop her, dragging her along with her as her guards seemed to bleed into the background. following, always. "yes, yes, yes, oh my god blair, i can't believe you're here, let's go hang out, don't worry, i've taken care of all of that."

CONT'D FROM HERE ! / @plagasaved

            GRACE  LOOKED  UP  only  long  enough  so  Ashley  could  see  her  roll  her  eyes  and  then  immediately  went  back  to  what  she  was  doing,  familiar  tunes  blasting  in  her  one  ear  phone.  Of  course  what  she  was  doing  was  important  -  most  of  the  work  she  did  was.  Well,  at  least,  she  thought  so.

“  I'm  scouring  forums  -  ”  she  began,  still  looking  at  her  screen,  scrolling  and  occasionally  typing  in  another  tab.

“  They're  just  conspiracy  theories  mostly,  but  sometimes  someone  actually  comes  up  with  a  good  point!  So  I'm  trying  to  see  if  the  case  I'm  working  on  has  any…  uh…  fans  -  ”  she  grimaced,  lips  curling  in  displeasure.

There were few people Wesker trusted with responsibility, fewer were those he could trust completely. Ada and Krauser were both wonderful tools in his belt, but he had lost contact with both, one mysteriously right after the other. No amount of button pushing or screen staring could give him a cause behind the disruption, or their current locations. The idea was distasteful, but he was not above getting his hands dirty. After all, if you wanted something done right...

Tracking Krauser's last known location lead him to an abandoned, bloodied house. It was disgusting and he had to hold his nose to avoid the pungent smell, trying to avoid the hanging limbs and flies, but there was no trace of Krauser to be found... strange. Stranger was the commotion nearby; in the distance he can hear agitated shouting and the faint whirring of a chainsaw motor and decides that leaving the area would be the best course of action.

Albert wasn't in the mood for a fight.

So he disappears into the surrounding trees; it was time to find Ada, or at least examine her last known location for clues. With luck, he would find her with ease and use her to help track down the other, but if he couldn't find her Wesker may have to extract the virus himself. Again, distasteful and not what he wanted to do, but the problems in his carefully laid out plans required flexibility to fix — he would not fail here.

Minutes later, a young girl stumbles into his path and for a moment he fails to recognize her; Ashley Graham, the president's daughter. How interesting that he stumbles upon her out here... but what about her guard dog? She seemed just as startled as he was to find her, but a sudden crack — and a loud one at that — disrupts the moment. Wesker didn't have time to ask questions or babysit the girl, so he continues forward, leaving her to her own devices.

Or so he thought; moments later he realizes that he is being followed. A brief glance over his shoulder reveals that Ashley had followed him, though she was smart enough to keep her distance. Her cautious nature brings a smirk to his lips that is dispelled with a sigh and a shake of the head. He spoke to her without looking back — they had to keep moving; but her response gives him reason to pause, so he turns to look at her.

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄. Perhaps he showed his potential within his special forces unit. His 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑦 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑂𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 reflected that. His Physical Fitness tests, his weapons qualifications, and the promotion points he received. He did have some college under his belt, and he was still planning on working on it, and with this special assignment, if 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 allowed him to, he could continue working on his degree, even if he had no idea what he was going to do. Life outside the Army never occurred to him, and frankly, he didn't have a life to go back to. 

His family was slaughtered, and Trevor had nowhere to go. The Army had become a new home for him. He gained brothers and sisters in arms, but the nightmares he had were still recurring. He was thankful that behavioral health gave him medication, and he actually had a therapist whom he trusted with his mental state. She was nice, and oddly, reminded him of his mother; at least what he could remember of her. 

When Trevor finally arrived at the location where he'd meet Ashley Graham, he was given orders to dress in a suit; others didn't need to know that he was still attached to the Army, so civilians⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ was the best way to approach it. Looking at his phone, he was sent a picture of Ashley and looked ahead to see it was her. ❛ She's cute. ❜ Trevor thought to himself as he approached her. He did his best to wear a gentle smile when he got closer to her, even though he could remember his former drill sergeants discouraging smiling. 

❝ You must be Ms. Graham. ❞ Trevor began to say as he looked down at her, hazel eyes meeting her lighter colored ones. Oh boy, he was in trouble. Clearing his throat, he tucked a finger under his collar to pull it slightly as if he was trying to give himself room to breathe. 

❝ I've been added to your protection detail, but I wanted to take the time to get to know you myself, know your boundaries, your schedule. Essentially, I'm going to be your shadow from now on. ❞ 

( this included Ashley arts & craft hobby hc with making things , I hope you like it ! <3 )

/ @plagasaved

             “  hm…  i  like  sweaters  more,  but  cardigans  are  just  more  handy,  especially  in  and  around  the  office-”  grace  replied  after  a  moment  of  thinking,  her  hands  automatically  reaching  out  to  touch  the  fabric  ashley  was  holding  out  to  her.

she  weighed  each  in  her  hand,  touching  them  with  her  fingers  then  touching  them  against  her  cheek,  trying  to  figure  out  which  one  would  be  better.  they  both  felt  kind  of  soft,  but  the  other  blonde  was  right,  one  was  a  nicer  shade  and  did  feel  nicer.  so  that  was  the  one  she  gave  back  before  putting  the  other  on  the  shelf  once  more.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄, typically, she was the kind of student who kept to herself, never spoke unless spoken to and she kept her nose in her books. She was on the right track for valedictorian, and there was a sense of pride to know that she did so well in school. However, life always had a way of throwing the unexpected towards her. And that unexpected thing was 𝑀𝑠. 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑟𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑚. 

From working on some assignments together and small talk, Victoria had grown to like Ashley's company. Victoria was even able to open a bit and talk more about herself; of course, the topic she mainly talked about was flowers and plants. Where her sister, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 could go on for hours about video games and fandom facts about the games she played, Victoria could tell anyone the significance of flowers and what they represented, even going as far as to remember the flowers for each month on someone's birthday. Victoria never got the chance to ask Ashley when her birthday was, but she was curious what her birth flower was and if it was an accurate representation of her personality. 

Making her way to the campus library, she had texted Ashley about meeting up so they could talk. Something had been bothering her, and she didn't want to bother her sister, or even tell her brother about it; she wanted a chance to build trust with Ashley and see if she could provide advice. However, she wasn't going to show up empty-handed; before coming to the library, she stopped by the local cafe to grab a tea, and then a latte for herself and Ashley, as well as some pastries, since she wasn't sure how long they would talk. Making her way to the library doors, she pushed it open with her hip with the to-go cups in hand and was able to spot the other blonde. 

Making her way towards her, she wore a genuine smile and said, ❝ Hi, Ashley. ❞ A simple greeting, as she placed the latte down and then took a seat across from her. ❝ Thank you for meeting up with me on such short notice. I didn't know who else to go to about this, and it's kind of embarrassing. ❞ Victoria began to explain, and her cheeks were already pink from what she was about to bring up, and she took a moment to gather her words. 

SWEATY PALM GRASPS AT THE GUN IN HIS HOLSTER, tightening his hold on its metallic handle as he gently ushers ashley back behind him with his other arm. somehow during the hunt they were able to break line of sight from the rowdy mob of villagers, eventually slipping past a heavy door of an abandoned home just at the very edge of the town. leon is damn near buzzing from the adrenaline coursing through his veins as the infected horde continue their search for the chosen ones. although he knew that this mission wasn't going to be easy, he wasn't expecting this --- and their current predicament is surely testing every ounce of patience he has left, eager to bring her back home already. safe. far away from the terrors that he wishes she didn't have to witness.

but nothing can ever go as planned, can it?

" i think we lost them. " leon finally answers after scoping out their current predicament from between the window blinds, already making haste in fastening the locks on the door so to keep any unwanted visitors out. gaze visibly softens when blue eyes finally travel back to the blonde, the light crease between his brow aching with worry ( if anything were to happen to her, he doesn't know how he'd ever be able to live with himself ). " might be a while before they clear out though ... i'll keep watch just in case anything happens. "

[ From : NONVERBAL PROMPTS ]

The agent who had come to grab him hadn’t told him why, just that someone was waiting for him in the lobby. He stood there now, confused, until out of the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar blond head of hair. An arm stretched up above her head, fingers spread, waving him down.

His face split into a grin. She had a matching one, so he assumed this was just a friendly visit and not because of something urgent, which was always a relief. Between both of their work and the potential politics of it all he could never be too sure. It had been a while since they had last seen each other in person.

He couldn’t help the way his pace picked up as he approached. Excitement trailed off of him until at the last minute he remembered where he was and dialed it back. He came to a slightly stilted stop in front of her.

“Ms. Graham.” He said, teasingly-respectful, like she was some high-ranked client. He resisted the urge to go in for a hug but there was no hiding the affectionate edge to his smile and light in his eyes. If he were a dog his tail would’ve been wagging. “How can I help you?”