#shardsofmortality

As vulnerable he was in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to pull away, needing this tender moment, his hands in hers. As if she was bringing him back down to earth. The nightmare had rattled him to his core, and though he couldn't give way to much rational thought right now, it felt as though this was what he needed, to keep him here in the moment. Grounded, safe in the reality of this moment, unable to give way to the sinking feeling in his heart, that moment of pure, true terror that he had felt in his dream. Right now, in this moment, hands together, everything was alright.

As she rose, keeping their hands gently clasped together, he wondered what she might do or say. In his intensely vulnerable state, he did worry - if only for a moment - that she might point out how inappropriate this all was. After all, he was a King, and this was hardly kingly behaviour. But when she spoke, she spoke so softly that he was again put at ease.

@shards-of-mortality​

     Armin approached Kiki carefully, not wanting his words of comfort to come across as patronising. He had seen the way Captain Levi had spoken to her... well, the whole squad had. He had hardly been subtle about it. His actions had shocked the blond. He knew his Captain could be a bit of a hot-head at times, but that had shaken him, and he wanted to make sure she was okay, now that everyone was starting to get back to their tasks and the drama had died down.

      ❝ Kiki? Can I have a minute? ❞ he asked, quietly from behind her. ❝ I just... I wanted to make sure you were okay... ❞ he lowered his voice. ❝ I don’t think what Captain Levi did was fair ❞.

      So she thought she had him all figured out, did she? It amused him, to say the least. Whatever she thought she knew, there was no way Sid would believe her over him. He’d never given her a reason to doubt him, not really, so why should anything Kiki said make her think otherwise? As far as he was concerned, he was perfectly safe, even if she did know everything, as she seemed to think she did. But just be on the safe side, he ought to feign ignorance for now.

      ❝ Y’know, I have no idea what you’re talking about ❞ he replied with a nonchalance that bordered on sass. ❝ But if you’ve got an accusation to make, why don’t you come out and say it? ❞ he smirked. He wasn’t scared of her, and as it currently stood, he had no reason to feel threatened by her. And if there ever came a point where that was an issue, he had a simple way to deal with it.

      ❝ Or, y’know, you could just be honest about the real reason you don’t like me... just face it, you’re just jealous that I get to spend more time with Sid than you do ❞ he sneered. He doubted that was the case, but any snide comment to rile her up more; it was amusing, for sure.

Web & Kiki 🖤

      Looking down at the woman in restraints, he would have never considered her to be any sort of danger, at first glance. She was petite and didn’t look all that malicious, but Leon knew better by now than to judge a book by its cover. If he’s learned anything, these past several years, it’s that things don’t always seem as they appear. Besides, he had it on Hunnigan’s good authority that this woman was far more dangerous than she appeared, but more to the point, she might have information on Wesker. 

      And it was Leon’s happy job to get that information out of her. Interrogation wasn’t usually his scene; he was used to being out in the field, but actually, this made rather a pleasant change from fighting for his life against B.O.Ws. Well, if you could call anything in his line of work pleasant.

      ❝ I’m sure by now you’ve figured out why you’re here ❞ he said, folding his arms over his chest. ❝ So... my advice? You tell me what I wanna know and maybe you’ll get out of this in a better way than if you don’t ❞.

      ❝ Kiki ❞ he muttered, his thumb still in his mouth, looking more like a child than an ace-detective. ❝ Come and look at this ❞.

      Striking eyes stared at the girl sitting opposite her, narrowing in what could only be described as disbelief. She was so... petite. What on earth did she want to work at Hellsing for? For a long while, she didn’t say anything, simply regarding the other, trying to internally figure out what would make a person who looked so dainty as her want to come anywhere near this organisation. Though, Integra was no fool; she knew full well that appearances were often misleading. After all, anyone could take one look at Seras and consider her to be as innocent as a puppy, and have no idea of her true power when set on an enemy. Perhaps this girl held something of a secret as well.

      ❝ Far be it for me to scoff at a willing applicant, but you seem somewhat... forgive me, delicate to be looking to work at a place like this ❞ she said, after what seemed like an age. Words were chosen carefully and she spoke tactfully, not trying to offend the woman before her, but at the same time needing her scepticism to be clear. 

      ❝ Tell me, what is it that makes you think that you could survive here? And I mean that quite literally, my dear. Working here, your survival will often be at stake on a somewhat daily basis ❞.