#slaughte

     she’s  seen  all  sorts  of  injuries  since  the  world  went  to  hell  --  between  her  time  at  the  hospital  and  the  integration  into  the  group  she’d  only  recently  left  ( or  more  accurately,  been  banished  from )  she’s  had  enough  blood  on  her  hands  to  last  a  lifetime.  and  given  the  world’s  current  state,  she’s  not  too  sure  how  long  hers  might  be.      it’s  especially  hard  for  her  to  see  children  in  pain ;  her  life’s  work  before  the  outbreak  had  involved  their  health,  and  while  she’d  never  had  any  of  her  own,  she’s  always  felt  a  certain  protectiveness  towards  those  she  meets,  which  is  why  she’s  currently  dressing  Carl’s  wound  as  gently  and  calmly  as  possible.       ‘ well,  i  think  you  look  quite  handsome, ’   she  quips  with  a  decisive  nod,  sitting  back  to  passively  admire  her  handiwork.   ‘ builds  character,  y’know. ’     /    @slaughte  cont.

❛ —- Dante, tell me you’re still alive, ❜ He drawls coolly as he strides inside the shop without knocking, brow wrinkled. ❛ Because we need to have a talk, brother. ❜

          ‘ it’s. my. mask. ’  his voice croaks, sounds of dry weather, of a wildfire waiting to happen. he is hunched, as usual, hands wringing themselves raw. the pack he carries weighs him down, full of mysticism, of mystery and still he refuses to remove it. ‘ you wouldn’t understand. of course you wouldn’t! you’re all whiskey and rye, a good old boy, yes? yes? well, feh! i say! give me it back! ’

*  CLAIRE  REDFIELD  STARTERS  FOR:   @slaughte.

"Messin' with dynamite... I wouldn't recommend." 

               'Try telling that to my friend -- says I need to get out more.                                       It's a load of bullshit.'

samxraii

        pause, fix your bowtie.         good, good, doctor. you         need to calm down. he         doesn't know any better.         he's merely curious about         you.