#secondxwind

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Dear Heart.” He affirmed, crossing one leg over his knee. He needn’t display his ardor for the other, the tone in his voice was more than enough to hint just how hungry Wesker was to have him. however he couldn’t help but feel a touch disheartened at the banning of any extra appendages..

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"You can go for a walk," Leon mutters petulantly. "I'm fine right here."

Right here being his couch, arms crossed over his chest. He looks like a moody teenager. Just needs the eyeliner and black clothes to fulfill the emo look to the fullest. It would be funny if he didn't feel like he had been metaphorically slammed into a wall. Whatever that means.

He looks up at Chris through his bangs, brushes them from his eyes only for them to fall back into his line of sight. He needs a haircut. He needs a lot of things. He's just tired. Thsts'a all it is. He needs to sleep some more. Another handful of hours and he would be back to his usual self. The one that had energy to make snappy comebacks and be moody.

He's not stupid. He knows what this is, but he's trying to aggressively deny the signs. This will pass. It always does. He just wants to sleep.

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point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

He should sit. He was running on fumes. A headache pulsed at his temples and his eyes burned with the need for sleep. He hadn't been able to and didn't remember the last time he'd gotten a full night's rest. Leon crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the twinge of his shoulder. He felt like a poorly put together marionette, and still-- still he had to be stubborn.

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He wished they were drinking. It felt like a night to be wasted, pouring too many shots and hoping for oblivion. Instead, they're hanging around far too late at a pick up point, waiting for their overdue evac. It was probably the fault of the DSO; for once Leon was a little too high profile when he was supposed to stay low key. Hunnigan had said there were some...hiccups. Bureaucratic bullshit.

There was nothing out here, anymore. No threat to keep their blood boiling and their pulses racing. Leon missed the adrenaline rush. In its wake, he felt like the aftermath of a car wreck. Bruised up, wrung out. Someone was going to tell him to get looked over and he was going to sneak off. What the hell were they going to do for a few bruises? Pat him on the back and send him home to his hotel. They would leave him in HQ for a while. Leon wasn't sure if he wanted the reprieve, or if he worried his silent apartment would choke him to death.

He broke the silence first.

"I don't know how much longer I can live like this."

Said quietly, like he might shatter something in them both. He tried not to be so bleak most of the time. He tried to keep his head up out of the water. The passage time had a way of wearing down even the strongest willed person. Maybe he'd said that to Chris because he'd hoped for something lighter. Instead, the reply is like a punch in the gut. Or more like a splash of cold water in his face. Looking into a mirror in the morning and seeing that despondent resignation. This is all there is and this is all there ever will be.

“Come on Captain, I’m bored.” The BSAA allowed Piers to stay after realizing that he wasn’t going to go all T-Virus on their asses. But they were still hesitat on giving him a mission that had anything stressful. “Give me at least something to do if you’re not going to put me on the field.”

I play PSN too, but I can’t play shooters on console. I just suck, the PC gives me better aim I feel.

that’s honestly how I feel too, but with RE6 being over the shoulder I also feel like it fits console better

I’d do it but I play shooters on pc :P