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@rookierpd​​ said :  " i'm not trying to be rude, but why do you look like you're about to say a slur at a private country club that your family's been members for the past twenty years? "

BLINK,  BLINK.

“  rude.  ”    a  scoff  as  ethan  leans  forward,  asking,    “  is  it  the  blond  hair  and  blue  eyes,  old  man?  god,  i  would  have  thought  by  your  age,  you  would  have  learnt  that  it's  not  nice  to  stereotype  like  that.  ”

he  cannot  let  leon  get  away  with  this,  though  ;  not  without  a  comeback  of  his  own.

⸻  @rookierpd​ said.  ❝ polite menace. that’ll be my brand. ❞

“ sounds like a band name. “ the brunette retorted as she sliced through the neck of a licker, whoever decided that these needed to be a thing should get a swift kick to their rear. maybe even cut off their balls if they had any. it wouldn’t fix this entire mess but it certainly would make her feel better.

@rookierpd​ said :  ❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜ (...... LORD KENNEDY)

it's  the  understatement  of  the  century  —  !

ethan  doesn't  know  how  to  respond.  there's  the  urge  to  laugh  in  disbelief  ;  the  urge  to  sob  uncontrollably  ;  the  urge  to  pull  his  gun  out  and  put  a  bullet  right  in  leon's  forehead  (  not  that  it  would  do  any  real  good  ).  for  a  moment,  he  merely  stands  there,  disbelief  etched  onto  features.  it  HURTS,  seeing  him  like  this.  it  hurts  to  know  that  this  leon  would  throw  him  aside,  would  throw  rose  aside  like  they  are  NOTHING.

[  LORD  KENNEDY—!  A  BASTARD  RULER,  A  BASTARD  LOVER.  ]

hand  slides  down  to  the  gun  that  is  tucked  in  his  jacket  pocket.  He  does  not  withdraw  it,  not  yet,  but  hand  rests  upon  the  cool  metal.  it’s  an  illusion  of  safety,  an  illusion  of  protection  from  the  thing  before  him.  ethan  continues  to  stare  at  him,  blue  eyes  flickering  with  a  mixture  of  emotions,  before  the  words  finally  tumble  free  :  “  you’re  fucked  in  the  head,  leon.  ”

everything  about  this  is  fucked  up  ;  this  isn’t  the  leon  kennedy  that  ethan  CARES  for.  this  isn’t  the  man  whose  body  has  been  entangled  with  his,  the  one  who  had  been  a  distraction  on  the  days  where  a  crumbling  marriage  got  to  be  too  much  to  handle.  it’s  not  even  the  physical  changes  that  horrifies  ethan  ;  it’s  the  mental  changes,  the  ones  that  have  fucked  with  leon’s  mind  and  memories  until  they’re  all  contorted  and  twisted,  exploiting  weaknesses  and  vulnerabilities  to  turn  him  into  something  new.

“  the  leon  that  i  know  …  he  wouldn’t  ever  want  to  use  rose  as  a  WEAPON.  ”    and  that’s  the  greatest  betrayal  of  them  all,  isn’t  it?  the  way  that  leon  is  so  willing  to  use  a  fucking  six-month-old  as  a  soldier.  Not  just  any  baby  either,  but  ETHAN’S  ;  rose  has  been  in  leon’s  arms  before,  ethan  has  seen  the  affection  in  the  other  man’s  eyes  for  her.  THAT  leon  would  have  done  anything  to  protect  her,  to  keep  her  out  of  harm’s  way,  but  the  LORD  before  him  wants  to  weaponize  her,  just  like  heisenberg.

why  does  this  happen?  why  does  everyone  ethan  cares  for  end  up  trying  to  fuck  him  over?

CHRIS.  MIA.  and  now,  LEON.  every  single  one  of  them.

@rookierpd​​ sent :   ‘ i can take more. ‘ for lycan Ethan

   there’s a mix of a gentle but exasperated sigh at leon’s words, and this is one of those moments where she wonders what the hell is going through leon’s brain. how many times is he going to do something like this? putting his life on the line for her of all people. at least she’s managed to get him pulled to safety now after he’s shielded her from getting injured herself. she had to clean him up, make sure the bites and gashes weren’t going to get infected. 

  the safe room found took a minute, but finally she got him set against the wall and she’s digging through her bag for first aid, herbs, anything. eventually she’s gotten some prepared and she’s cleaning the cuts. “ you need to stop doing that, leon. “ she laughs a bit. many years they’ve spent doing this dance. they’d be in a mess like this, he’s save her and then she’d leave. the dance was exhausting. but for now it worked.

  one day he was going to die from these stupid heroic acts, that was for sure. and claire didn’t think she’d be able to handle that. so many unspoken words, so many things that needed to be said. maybe later.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // Accepting!

His skin held the same fevered temperature as her own. An infection within a body entirely reliant on its own parasite for survival. Even through their clothing the heat was a palpable thing and yet Donna’s skin was goose pimpled still. Terror had done this to her, and midnight nails clutched to the other Lord with white knuckled grip. Her breaths shallow and rapid, single eye darting this way and that. 

“Do not... you cannot...” 

She leaned closer still, ignoring the discomfort that sat heavy as iron in the pit of her stomach.