NO HOPE LEFT.

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REALLY, MOIRA’S NEVER BEEN A BIG FAN of these EVENTS. They’re a bit too stuffy for her taste, and she KNOWS it puts a lot of stress on Claire to get it JUST RIGHT. ( Because, looks are important, and if your party is shit people will think TerraSave is shit, and NEITHER OF THEM want that. )

But still, add on her MILD DISTASTE for anything inherently fancy, and you have Moira Burton grimacing over a glass of campaign. and wondering where Claire went off too. Which is to say USUAL for these events, seeing as Moira’s people skills are not – NEEDED. ( Re: big-wigs have a habit of getting offended. Or, she has a habit of offending big-wigs. )

( Add on the fact that her own ANXIETY over big groups doesn’t help, so sticking to walls keeps her a lot less STRESSED and less ON-EDGE. )

But – she comes to SUPPORT CLAIRE, and the TerraSave cause, plus maybe the FREE FOOD is an instinctive. As little and as perhaps UNFULFILLING AS IT IS, Moira’s not going to complain about it.

But that CERTAINLY doesn’t stop her from letting out a slight laugh from the rim of the glass in her hand when the man next to her speaks. “About five blocks THAT WAY.” She jokes with a tilt of her head, leans slightly to lower her voice in case anyone could hear her.

He lets out an amused huff, offering a slight nod in appreciation.  Finally, someone with a sense of humor — a rare breed among stuffy socialites and the decorum that followed them.  Let it be known that Leon S. Kennedy was a patient man, but even he was grateful towards any opportunity to break the tedium.

Grabbing another drink — some sparkling grape concoction just the right amount of bitter for his palate — he turns towards his companion, gathering a closer at her.  Young, mean poker face.  TerraSave judging from her name tag.  It feels like each member is getting younger and younger by the year, but despite his reservations, Leon can’t blame them.  It’s hard to sit idle knowing atrocities are being orchestrated every day, that human lives are being lost for the sake of profit and war.  Harder still knowing government isn’t always reliable.  ( That sometimes it’s the government that’s funding this horror. )

No, he can’t blame them for wanting to take action.  Commends them even.  He only regrets the loss of their youth.  They should be out worrying about college and their careers instead of this shit.

He mentally shakes his head.  Enough of that for now.

women?  ada, hunnigan, ashley -- helena is good in theory but i headcanon the character as a lesbian so i prefer the two just being friends ( although i’m not opposed to shipping with the right partner, because my headcanon is just that: a headcanon ).  i’ve never been a big fan of leon/claire because i feel the two are the type to make good friends but terrible partners, but it's a similar situation as helena where i'm cool with it as long as the chemistry's there.  i tend to headcanon that he and angela dated off and on for a while before splitting due to time constraints and mutual lack of interest.

( i also like leon/jill due to a partner i had years back but thats a rarepair and i doubt i can feign interest in it again, unfortunately. )

as for men?  chris, krauser, luis.  leon/chris is a crack pairing i view similarly as leon/claire re: good as friends, bad as partners, but the rest i like due to their chemistry.  leon/buddy is okay but the character’s been ruined for me so i don't care for it too much.  kevin and bruce are his best bros ok you can't change my mind!!!

i've also never been a big fan of crossover pairings ( think leon/fiona from h.aunting g.round ) but like?  if the chemistry is there, i guess?  leon prefers strong independent women, fighters who can hold their own, so i could see him developing an interest in characters like lara croft or dana scully.  leon/sherry and leon/manuela make me uncomfortable but i'm cool with others doing their own thing w/e it's chill.

Indeed, Leon didn’t quite make it to events as much as he’d like, but never underestimate the power of connections:  if it wasn’t for his close relationship with one Claire Redfield, he wouldn’t have been considered to act as a representative for the DSO, drinking champagne and rubbing elbows with corporate bigwigs at TerraSave’s annual fundraising campaign.

It was a cause he believed in, but there was only so much schmoozing he could handle.  He excuses himself from his companion — Abraham?  Anderson?  He could hardly get a word in edgewise — and makes his way over to the food bar, searching for something filling and considerably less alcoholic.

“Ah good, I was really worried for a second.” He retorted to the man aiding him in not bleeding out. He had to admit he was glad to have the other guy, they had a lot in common, they’d been fighting this for so long it was nice to know someone understood. That and they both feared Claire a little bit.  Chris let out a hiss of pain as the other proceeded to aid his injury. “I have a collection going, why stop now.. “ he offered as he looked towards Leon and grunted a bit in discomfort. “Has it stopped bleeding at least?” That was what really mattered. 

“Hold on.”

He makes quick work of the bandages.  It was a rare opportunity for the agent, providing medical attention for a partner — usually thrown into the thick of it on his own, he came to prefer flying solo, although he couldn’t deny he appreciated Chris’s company.  True, his skills were invaluable — after all, he saved his skin back there — but it was in moments like this where he truly shined: focused on the mission, but still able to shoot the shit.

Leaning back on his haunches, Leon examines his handiwork.  A little crooked but the bleeding stopped, which was good enough for him.  He places a hand to Chris’s elbow and guides him to his feet.

ADA WONG SITS ACROSS FROM HIM, slim fingers forming a steeple on the surface of pantyhosed lap.  cooly rising her head, she smiles at the intermittent SILENCE & the growling of the nyc subway car’s chains as they jerk forward through a tunnel stark black & lined with squares of fluorescent light undulating into one elongated strip of white hot energy.  funny how they always wind up in the same place, even funnier, because it often occurs while she’s on a mission. her eyes find his.

❛ so, ❜ she breathes life into the stale underground air.

❛ ——going someplace special? ❜ 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He meets her smile with one of his own: curled at the corner, firmly pressed, eyes narrowed.  A half-smile.  Shifts his weight from pressing back onto the seat to instead rest his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, fingers laced together as he looks at her, studies her.  A chance meeting with Ada Wong wasn’t chance at all, and he suspects she’s headed towards the same place he is, which only meant one thing: trouble.  Then again -- when did it not?