#terrorfought

( @terrorfought​​ wrote: nikolai can kiss my ass -- canon jill valentine quote cut from RE3R :/ )

                                      ❛ I’m more of a warrior than you’ll ever be. ❜

                                               400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

@terrorfought​​​ asked: "i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."  give the experimental boomstick back to the military-trained professional, steven 

      “ 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵, 𝒀'𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 and your secret identity thing, fighting zombies and all that shit- but I really, truly doubt you’ve dealt with this more than I have- alright? Not to steal your thunder or anything, but I’ve been fighting off evil wizards, demo monsters and babysitting on top of it all since day one.” 

     Maybe he’d come off a little too strong, but it was in his nature to be stubborn. How often did he have the younger kids in their group talk back, attempt to be defiant, struggle tooth and nail while he did everything in his power to keep them safe from harm. Being protective came natural to him, throwing himself in the line of fire for those he cared for. She was no different, despite their friendship being built upon false names and a secret, second life. He knew what the monsters that lay below were capable of, and why he’d not hesitate to take up arms alongside her. 

HOW  DO  YOU  DEAL  WITH  THIS  BULLSHIT,  ethan  had  asked.  the  question  had  been  hypothetical,  almost  sarcastic.  the  result  of  a  man,  sick  and  tired,  of  things  he  never  signed  up  for.  things  he  never  wanted  to  deal  with.  traumas  that  aren’t  normal  ;  memories  that  he’d  do  anything  to  fucking  get  rid  of.

jill’s  response  though,  as  nonchalant  as  it’s  spoken,  hits  home.  ethan  raises  a  brow.  hands  slide  into  the  pockets  of  his  jacket  as  he  leans  against  the  wall.  there’s  a  moment  of  silence  before  he  responds,    “  that’s  easier  said  than  done,  isn’t  it?  ”

how  does  one  go  about  burning  and  ridding  themselves  of  the  trauma  of  a  horror  house?  the  fear  that  the  woman  you  loved  is  going  to  try  and  kill  you  in  your  sleep?  ethan  doesn’t  have  a  goddamn  clue.  lies  and  secrecy  and  their  results,  still  fresh  in  his  mind  months  later.

( @terrorfought​ wrote:  ❝  no  grave  can  hold  my  body  down. ❞ // nikolai )

Nikolai looked up from the book he was reading and eyed her suspiciously from across the table. “That.. sounds a bit dramatic, Valentine,” he said. “Why does everything have to be so dramatic with you?” Since she’d arrived she had been odd, maybe it had been the silence and the short words, but the more time he was forced to spend with her doing schoolwork, the worse it seemed to get. 

( @terrorfought​ wrote:  ❝ i never thought i’d see you again. ❞ (irritated) // nikolai! )

He didn’t even try to hide the smirk that stretched over his lips. Of course not. She had left him for dead on a rooftop in Racoon fucking City months ago. Had she really thought it would be the last they’d see of him? “Next time be sure to double check when you leave people or dead, miss Valentine,” there was more humour in his tone than anger. She wasn’t the first who had tried to be rid of him and she wouldn’t be the last. There were no hard feelings, but that didn’t mean he’d make things any easier for her in the future. His posture was relaxed but alert like it always was where he sat at a table, slightly turned away from it for a quick and smooth escape while he meticulously cleaned a handgun.