#trustsbuilt

raindrops  pitter  patter  on  the  window,  reflecting  a  slew  of  miniature  worlds  inside  each  puddle.  passerby's  walk  with  hurried  steps,  hoping  to  catch  the  bus  before  their  suits  and  dresses  are  soaked  in  the  summer's  torrential  downpour.  she  watches,  amused  by  the  synchronization  of  various  umbrellas  thrust  out  toward  the  sky,  as  if  they  were  shaking  their  fists  at  the  heavens  above.  ocean  blues  bounce  to  grill  13's  double  doors,  the  bell  chiming  with  triumphant  vigor.  emerging from the storm outside is the  man  she's  been  waiting  for  all  along,  dashing  through  the  diner  as  she  patiently  sips  on  a  cup  of  coffee.  just  in  time  for  the  teenage  waiter  to  stop  gawking  at  his  crush  and  make  his  way  toward  them  at  a  snail's  pace,  pen  ticking  rapidly  in  hand.

❝    ah,  there  he  is.  ❞  her  voice  is  silken  smooth,  hands  without  a  trace  of  a  quiver.  she's  dressed  in  a  creme  colored  button  down  shirt  and  ashen  pencil  skirt,  heels  tapping  rhythmically  to the beat of "crazy little thing called love" playing faintly on the jukebox. she may or may not have selected it before he showed up. ❝  you  look  nice.  ❞  she  states,  resting  her  elbows  on  the  table,  adoring  smile  curling  into  the  corners  of  her  lips.  ❝  got  a  hot  date?  ❞

It’s actually really good though! It left me so excited for RE9 and I feel like it will focus heavily on Rose, Chris and the BSAA. Plus the boulder-punching reference was gold!

❛    are you reading those stupid teen magazines again                ?   FUCKING  HELL  CHRIS, even i didn’t read that bullshit in high school.  ❜ a heavy sigh escaping from her throat   ...  never did she think her brother would be talking about  STAR  SIGNS  to her, she didn’t really believe that stars can control your fate  ...  or your personality, that was just pathetic to even believe.  SHE  SOON  PEAKED  OVER  HIS  SHOULDER,  grabbing whatever was in his hand  ...  ❛     capricorn is a sign that represents time and responsibility, and its representatives are traditional and  BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.  ❜   this was pure   ...  bullshit, but she would at least humour her brother in the matter. 

Soft Affection | accepting

   Leon grabbed the man by a shoulder and pulled him into a short-lived hug. An open palm clapped across the older Redfield sibling’s back as he stepped away to give the BSAA agent a thorough once-over. “Didn’t know having fun was in your job description.”

   An after-hours party in the office honoring Leon’s “big 42″ sounded exactly like something Sherry’d cook up–and that included the “What’s the Meaning of Life?” banner stretched from wall-to-wall across the conference room. What he didn’t expect was how many people actually stopped by. Leon suspected it had less to do with his relationship with these people and more for the receptionist’s department-famous lemon cake. To be fair, where Maureen’s cooking was concerned, he couldn’t blame anyone; the only person who might even come close to stealing those bragging rights was Maureen’s own son–a certified Cordon Bleu chef who’d gone on some food journey in Seoul.

   He took the bag with a grin and stuffed his hand into the tissue paper. “You’re not just getting soft around the middle, are you?” When his fingertips found the edges of something hard and square, Leon grabbed for it and lifted the gift out from obscurity to give it a hard look. His smile fell. 

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎 ✿ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠

Jill watched as coffee slowly dripped into the pot. Her way of unwinding after a long day usually included cozying up with a book and always having at least one cup of coffee in her system. It was the simple moments of leisure in life that could be the most healing at times. She turned around, leaning against the counter and smiling as her gaze settled on Chris who occupied the couch. He was watching tv in the recliner with his feet kicked up which was his way of relaxing at the end of the day. Only his head was visible from where she was standing in the kitchen; even then he was so beautiful to her. Jill made her way over and captured his attention by bringing her hands to his shoulders, gently working the tense muscles in a kneading motion.

Those hands soon cradled underneath his jaw and guided him into tilting his head back, slender digits grazing his adam’s apple and feeling the stubble on his neck at the contact. Their eyes met. She smiled at Chris before inching closer to his face, her eyes fluttering shut just before her mouth met his in an upside down kiss and for several seconds she was still, his bottom lip held between the pair of hers. Her thumbs stroked along Chris’ jawline. Jill really couldn’t help herself as she pushed her tongue past his lips and let the probing muscle graze his almost lazily. Her hands slid down—slow and deliberate in their course—to brush over his pecs then cradle his face again in order to deepen the kiss. It was so easy to melt into. 

in  the  distance,  a  dark  figure  spears  through  the  smoke  and  skeletal  buildings,  his  stature  similar  to  anthony's  in  the  way  he  carries  himself.  as  if  guilt  were  an  old  friend  instead  of  an  unwelcome  guest  tethered  to  their  souls.  ❝   knew  they'd  call  you  yanks  sooner  or  later.  ❞    he  huffs  under  his  breath,  finger  deftly  hovering  over  the  trigger  chamber.  it's  silent,  save  for  their  heavy  footsteps  growing  closer  to  each  other,  but  he  can  never  be  too  careful.  danger  lurks  around  every  corner  with  predatory  eyes  and  𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈  stomachs,  waiting  on  the  right  moment  to  strike.

❝   aye... you're that  chris  bloke  everyones talking about. i'm  tony.  ❞  the  edges  of  his  mouth  spread  into  a  friendly  smirk,  caution  instilled  in  his  anchored  stare. he’s  worn  beyond  measure.  ❝   so,  have  y'got  a  smoke?   seems  i  lost  my  pack  ten  kilometers  ago...  and  some my  men too...  ❞    the  air  is  sucked  in  through  his  gritted teeth,   jaws  clenched  in  simmering  rage.  he's broken more promises than he can ever make up for.      ❝   yeah,  not  my  best  look,   i’ll  admit  -  far  from  it  actually.  ❞