#buriedabove

[facesblind]

𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀  𝗻𝗼𝘁  𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱  𝗻𝗼  𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗴𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔  𝘁𝗼  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄  𝗵𝗲'𝘀  𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿  𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲.  a  small  company  of  no  significance  shouldn't  be  monitored  by  political  giants,  and  yet  here  they  all  are  —  irma  stillenacht  politely  offers  coffee  (though  she  can't  be  arsed  with  smiling)  whilst  prometheus  keeps  his  artificially - enhanced  eyes  on  the  cameras,  ready  to  use  his  scary  dog  privileges  (and  the  security  patch  he  wears  on  his  jacket)  to  ensure  there's  no  danger  awaiting  the  brain  of  each  operation.

on  the  outside,  they  act  as  a  broker  —  match  people  who  look  for  jobs  with  people  that  need  the  job  to  be  done.  nothing  suspicious  at  all  —  from  pet  sitting  and  watering  plants  to  signing  contracts  for  other  small  businesses  ready  to  employ  new  workforce.

inside  though...

let's  just  say  their  mercenary  game  is  on  point.  enough  to  endanger  the  peace  in  neo  tokyo  night  city.

kennedy's  steps  come  to  a  halt  as  delicate  hand  grabs  his  wrist  before  he  enters  a  room  he  should  not  be  entering.

❝  sorry,  sir,  ❞  she  offers,  eyes  piercing  through  his  skull.  ❝  the  restroom's  to  the  left.  ❞

something's  wrong  though  and  she  can't  shake  the  feeling  of  knowing  the  guy.  there's  something  too  familiar  in  the  way  he  looks,  walks,  talks;  the  timbre  of  his  voice  and  his  scent,  the  way  he  carries  himself  —  his  speech  pattern  and  all  that.  a  task  for  a  netrunner  —  to  dig  up  kennedy's  identity.

somehow  she  knows  he  feels  that  too.

prompted:  grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. + swap >:))) @buriedabove  for  leon  s.  kennedy.

#buriedabove #verse : [ we'll dream of neo tokyo ]

[crookedredemption]

     time meant nothing to her in those quiet moments she shared with leon kennedy. a man she once had planned to devour, now captured her ill fleeting attention. she shamelessly broke into his apartment late at night, met with the barrel of his shotgun. unlike the first time they met, he almost seemed happy to see a familiar face.

     with greetings out the way, the pair sat upon the mattress that laid in the corner of his bare apartment. upon the occasionally stained carpet were empty cans and bottles, something she pretended to not notice. as he spoke about his trip to spain, she listened intently. hands folded in her lap, sitting with her legs crossed. her unnatural eyes rarely left the agent's visage. sylmae refrained from letting her eyes travel down his form for the sake of her genuine curiosity.

     unbeknownst to @buriedabove , sylmae was in spain the same time as he was. she was undoing all of his hard work, a task given to her by albert wesker. she was ordered to receive a sample of las plagas. sylmae was the fail safe that wesker needed incase his other asset tucked their tail between their legs. she decided it was best to not share that information with him and act clueless.

     "saving the president's daughter . . . that's something that will forever stand out on your resume." she jested.

     her eyes inevitably wandered, landing on the soft pink flesh of his lips. leon caught the action as soon as it happened. his hitched breath was like a sweet melody in her ears.

“ What? Why are you looking at me like that? ”

     like the urge taking over her limbs, sylmae couldn't control herself from acting upon her impulses. she unfolded her legs and moved to sit in front of him. she sat upon her shins and her hand reached towards leon's cheek with a rare soft touch. her thumb gently hooked underneath his sculpted jawline, quietly tracing along his sharp bone. her thumb then traveled to toy with his bottom lip, the tip gently pulling down the lip. her eyes met his again, seeking out any sign of discomfort. there was none. she leaned forward and laid her lips against his. she kissed him softly and slowly. she wanted to lavish this one moment of normality in her life that was constantly filled with egregious depravities.

#｟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 ｠ ⸻ answered ▻ 𝑜ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒. #hannigram for the straights; i'm TELLING YOU!!! #buriedabove

[sp1ed]

@buriedabove inquired : i don't know whether to be pissed or be thrilled to see you again. inbox prompt : i thought you were dead prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀  𝙄𝙎  𝘼  𝙃𝙐𝙁𝙁  𝙊𝙁  𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏  𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙎  𝙃𝙀𝙍    at  the  other's  words .  ada  was  hardly  surprised  that  he  had  conflicting  feelings  upon  her  return  into  his  life  ,  though  it'd  been  becoming  increasingly  obvious  that  them  crossing  paths  with  each  other  seemed  inevitable .  chestnut  -  hued  eyes  flicker  to  meet  his  gaze  and  she  simply  gave  a  half  -  hearted  smile .

❛  yes  ,  well  if  i  were  you  ,  i'd  stick  with  the  thrilled  option  ,  seeing  as  i've  been  sure  to  stop  you  from  becoming  another  body  to  litter  this  island . ❜  the  spy  mused  ,  offering  a  shrug  before  she  let  her  arms  drop  fully  to  her  side .  there  is  more  she  could  say  ,  much  had  been  left  unsaid  between  them  after  their  last  meeting .  though  as  she  was  sure  they  were  both  aware  ,  ada  had  her  hands  full  with  the  job  that'd  brought  her  to  the  los  illuminados  village  in  the  first  place  —  and  well  ,  wesker  was  not  a  patient  man .

❛  do  make  sure  you  don't  die  ,  leon  ,  i  cannot  continue  to  save  you  all  the  time  ,  you  know . ❜

#【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ interactions. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ answered. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ verse 02. ❫ #buriedabove

[rescuefield-arch1]

against all doctors orders and her brother's wishes to just stay put, claire had found her way back to the field relatively fast. no whether her ways are appropriate or not, there could be some discussion - thing is, someone has to get their hands dirty and clear terrasave from the rotting state neil has left it in. since nobody else will, it has to be her. last thing she would have wanted was to cross paths with old acquaintances that could have been a potential case to stop her from the end goal.

@buriedabove : the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.

and there it is same old leon showing up at the lowest moment, ready to give his perspective on this burden they've been carrying for way too long by now. it's ironic really - a piece of claire's soul is still laying lifeless in what's left of sejm island's ruins, along with the equally lifeless squad mates. "should have been me to get lost," she counters evenly, no reason to sugarcoat her evidently precarious state of mind these days. "you and i made a promise to each other, but seems to me we're only leaving more fuckups on our ways."

neil's notepad is quickly thrown back into the pocket of her coat, index pushing sunglasses further up her nose as claire walks past the agent - another ueseless bunker listed in her former boss' hideaways for his scehemes and yet she can't find anything, almost as if someone had the time to come clean up despite the sudden way the plan went to shit. "you should have listened to me back then, we could have avoided this."

#𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝘼 : 𝙐𝙉𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⎯ 2011/2012 #buriedabove #hello!!

[agonybow]

@buriedabove sent... MEME.

“ i’m going to ask you to lower that weapon. ”  

after being dragged off the beaten path to a gloomy, isolated town, one would not be at fault for finding it difficult to trust. not when the few people encountered had turned wild and rabid upon him, foaming at the mouth as he barely fought them off. thus, at the sound of footfalls, his pistol lifted, its sight pinned upon a strange man.

no foam at the mouth, no jaundiced eyes, and speech he could understand.

sebastian's brow drew to a sharp furrow, suspicious still.

"tell me who you are, and i'll consider it."

#buriedabove #( made this vague so it can be a brand new adventure for everybody!! yay!! suffering!! )

[abovedark]

@buriedabove: opens his mouth amélie to @c-leric: SHADOWHEART CAN YOU CAST SILENCE??? HE ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING STUPID

#buriedabove #c-leric #tbt #im crying

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

“  There’s,  uh…  ”  Gosh, are his palms sweating?  “  There’s someone I’d like to introduce to you.  Someday.  If you’re okay with that.  ”

     𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 (𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞) &&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, but with the dimmed lights and the smell of food (takeout ; michalina can't cook for shit) &&. the young girl sprawled on the couch creates the illusion of getting back home.

     to the rebellious yet loving daughter (or younger sister, doesn't matter), the loyal guard in the shape of a dog and a wife, alas, with the last piece missing. for how long?

     michalina hopes for eternity. she misses her mother mom dearly ; misses the affection a motherly figure could give her (and vice versa) — but to accept someone as one? betrayal. and most importantly, abandonment incarnate. would leon still want to hang out with her whilst having a serious girlfriend? would dad still love her whilst dating someone?

     in the bright head of hers the answer is no.

     but how would she know if leon's serious this time? she's met countless of women &&. men before, none of whom she liked (and in most cases, the feeling was mutual). there's been a break, it seems, in leon's love life. or not really, as she realized just now. liar.

     he gives it away in the way he speaks. it's not his usual &&. casual wanna meet x? leon's words are laced with uncertainty. the girl tenses, azor stops his mlems over the snacks and both of their gazes are redirected from the cartoon to the detective. michalina's brows furrow and what she puts on is an act — of boredom, exhaustion of the subject ; of rolling eyes and heavy sighs.

     "another one?" she spits out, voice trembling just a little bit ; enough for a seasoned crime - solver to notice, but she still hopes he didn't ; hopes he's been to a pub before he came back, had a beer or two ; loosened up enough not to pick up her tells. "ugh, sure, i guess. someday."

     a shrug follows her words, one that's combined with a nudge for azor to sniff leon ; the dog goes on his quest, already knowing leon's not drunk and, in addition, smelling of familiar perfume. about that, the animal companion was quiet since he first smelled that a while ago, wishing not to upset michasia ; another form of betrayal to which he'll never admit. both his &&. leon's secret.

     it's the silent judgement of the dog's eyes that speaks volumes — don't you dare hurt her nor give her hope — but there's also the lazy wag of his tail and a friendly hop, front paws resting against the man's thigh, head awaiting pats &&. pets. he tells michasia there was no alcohol involved, which makes the girl turn off the tv with something bordering on aggression.

     "gotta go. told pops i'll be back for the night."

     that's a lie, but everything's better than being here with her guardian, parental or brotherly figure or whatever &&. whoever the fuck leon actually is. it's easier to digest the thoughts by herself — but leon already knows it's what occupies her head that consumes the girl — &&. it's pretty late, too late for her to wander through the streets. obviously she said she'll stay the night and her father agreed, by now very much in touch with leon — still unsure how to navigate the situation, but at least knowing michalina's safe. for what he can do now, which is very little, that's more than enough.

     the girl's feet shuffle against wooden floor and she picks up her backpack, getting ready to head out. 

#buriedabove #001. threads ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗ detective - in - progress #a treato for when you wake up mwah mwah

[heavenprotectarc]

⸻ @buriedabove gets a thing :3c cause reasons

it's a stupid decision he told himself but then he would remember the last time he made a stupid decision, it brought him away from wesker and to a life of freedom, in a manner of speaking of course. until wesker was actually dead, steve always kept on the move with ada, taking extra precautions to hide his presence and keep off of wesker's radar.

now there was no need for such precautions, except for the law obviously but they were easy enough to avoid--even the bigger ones like the BSAA for example.

hence why a part of him is telling himself that calling an agent of the DSO is stupid, but if his research was correct, the two of them were raised in the same household for a period of time. they knew each other, probably called each other family.

before he could stop himself, the redhead pressed down on the green icon and for a moment, the phone rang. all he could hear was the phone and his heart beating inside his chest, the urge to just hang up was almost overwhelming. however, steve told himself to at least wait to see if the man would answer.

then, a voice echoes in his ear. he temporarily flashes back to the mission in spain, after a brief but highly tense encounter with the agent. it's definitely him.

there was a hint of impatience from the other man, no doubt ready to hang up before steve just blurts out. "leon?"

#buriedabove #⸻ ❛ starter. ❜ #⸻ ❛ ic. ❜ #⸻ ❛ v. a ghost everyone can see. ❜ #/ uwu fmkdlsmkldsmgkds

[barrysbaby]

you said something earlier, but i think i missed it.

"TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON" PROMPTS

“Oh yeah? Did you actually miss it or were you just pretending you did so you wouldn’t have to deal with me and my big mouth? Well, guess what? You’re gonna have to deal with it anyway.” The aggressiveness in her tone softens almost too quickly, though, as her brows furrow and her voice lowers to a murmur. “They think they may have found Chris…” she whispers. “I didn’t wanna say anything in front of Claire because… well, there’s a chance it’s not actually him and I don’t want her to…” Moira lets out a long sigh. “I just don’t want her to get her hopes up for nothing. It’s already been enough false warnings. But I thought you should know at least.”

It’s been almost six months since Edonia, since Moira and her squad dragged an unconscious, injured Chris out of the city hall and loaded him into a chopper. Moira had to fight her squad leader to let her go with him, but he told her she had to stay until they saw the mission through. Stay and look for this “Ada” that Piers mentioned.

They didn’t find her.

Moira scratches the back of her neck as she looks to meet Leon’s gaze. “To be honest with you, I’m tired of the false warnings too. Part of me wishes we’d just find a body and be done with this.” That came out wrong. That came out so wrong. She slaps a hand over her mouth and shakes her head. Her eyes burn, but she won’t cry, not now. Claire will come out of the bathroom any second. She’ll know something is wrong. Also, it’ll ruin her makeup. Her hand drops to her side. “I just hate… not knowing.”

And Moira can’t help but wonder if that’s how her family felt, too, when she was the one missing, when she was the one who couldn’t be found. The thought of it alone makes her shudder.

@buriedabove

#buriedabove #⌠ REPLY – reporting for duty! ⌡ #⌠ V. B.S.A.A. – i won’t be a burden. ⌡ #moira grew up with the redfields so both chris and claire are like her older siblings and she loves them both dearly #so right now she feels like she's failing both of them

[facesblind]

𝗜𝗧'𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞  𝗢𝗙  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥  ⸻  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧  𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  𝗢𝗙  𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟  𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧  𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

in  the  moonlight,  grey  is  replaced  with  silver  —  the  color  of  his  knife's  blade;  gaze  as  piercing  as  its  tip.

she  realizes  he's  about  to  leave  —  judging  by  the  attire,  it's  not  his  office  that  he's  headed  to.

it  makes  sense  now  —  the  coldness,  shivers  down  her  spine,  goosebumps  adorning  porcelain  skin;  lack  of  weight  on  her  waist  where  his  arm's  supposed  to  be,  resting  as  he  breathes  warmth  into  her  hair,  into  the  back  of  her  neck.  [  . . . ]

she  holds  a  box  of  his  personal  belongings  —  nothing  much,  nothing  with  personality;  boring  collection  of  knick  knacks  collecting  dust  on  his  desk.  there's  a  plant,  one  she's  given  him  —  leaves  perfectly  green.  he's  took  it  to  heart  —  to  take  care  of  it.

it's  her  who's  in  charge  of  cleaning  his  drawers,  shelves,  office.  no  reason  not  to  trust  her  —  for  so  long  she's  been  the  only  person  consistent  in  his  life,  a  well  known  presence  in  the  dso   headquarters,  in  the  president's  white  house.

whatever  she  leaves  behind  is  going  to  be  destroyed.

so  she  packs  every  little  thing,  every  small  piece  of  leon  to  have  forever  beside  her.

he's  gone.

come  back  alive  she  said  when  he  left.  no  good  luck,  as  such  thing  doesn't  exist;  not  stay  safe,  as  it's  impossible  in  his  line  of  work.  doesn't  care  about  health  —  it's  something  to  be  fixed  —  alive  is  what  matters  most.

he  broke  the  promise,  left  her  with  a  house  and  not  home.

in  an  instant,  scarred  hand  reaches  for  his  wrist,  pulls  the  bigger  frame  closer  with  all  the  strength  it  has.

❝  stay,  ❞  she  says  instead  —  commands,  expects.  stay  with  me;  in  the  home  with  a  bed - frame,  functioning  oven  and  fridge  —  with  hot  water  and  the  plant  rose  gave  you.  with  the  unspoken  and   forthcoming  adoption  of  a  cat,  with  a  second  bedroom  turned  to  a  study  (walls  decorated  in  equations,  formulas,  post  it  notes);  with  a  cozy  couch  nobody  sleeps  on  in  the  end;  with  mirrors  with  reminders  written  with  permanent  marker  —  of  my  eye  color,  hair  color;  how  to  apply  brow  pencil  and  the  shade  of  my  eyeliner.

you're  going  to  die.

prompted:  sorry for waking you. @buriedabove  for  leon  s.  kennedy.

#buriedabove #verse : [ resident evil : las plagas ]

[sp1ed]

@buriedabove inquired : [  TO:  A.  ]  hey,  so i was thinking and… [  TO:  A.  ]  i know it’s late and maybe i had one too many [  TO:  A.  ]  i’m going to wife you up one day [  TO:  A.  ]  PROMISE [  TO:  A.  ]  or a threat [  TO:  A.  ]  take it as you may inbox prompt : random asks torturing leon hours. prompt status : always accepting !

𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏  𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝘿  𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝘿    her  phone  mid  -  mission  hadn't  been  expected  ,  and  she'd  been  even  more  confused  at  the  sender .  it  was  rare  leon  messaged  her  while  she  was  working  ,  the  only  occasion  he  tended  to  was  if  she'd  been  gone  longer  than  usual  ,  ones  that  ada  most  of  the  time  brushed  off . 

however  ,  the  continuous  notifications  signaling  multiple  messages  was  definitely  different  ,  brewing  up  small  bout  of  anxiety  that  eventually  pushed  her  to  open  the  texts .  if  she  hadn’t  been  confused  at  the  sporadic  messaging  the  contents  had  surely  had  her  stunned .  though  ,  her  shock  couldn't  last  long  in  the  moment  ,  the  sound  of  gunshots  ringing  through  the  air  was  enough  to  let  her  shelve  any  thoughts  or  feelings  on  them  until  the  job  was  over .

now  that  she  sat  in  leon's  apartment  ,  seated  not  far  from  where  he  was  attempting  to  wake  up  through  his  hangover  ,  she  couldn't  help  but  a  small  smirk  to  pull  at  her  visage .  there  were  probably  various  ways  to  test  just  how  much  he  was  aware  of  the  texts  sent  the  night  previous  ,  ada  couldn’t  help  but  want  to  tease  him .

if  only  a  little  bit .

❛  you  know  leon  ,  ❜  finally  finding  the  words  she  moved  to  sit  forward . ❛  i  didn’t  think  my  being  gone  for  only  a  few  days  would  push  you  into  thinking  about  marriage  of  all  things .  ❜

#/ this had to be the first one i answered ajsdjh. #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ interactions. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ answered. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ unidentified verse. ❫ #buriedabove

[walriding]

@buriedabove asked: there's a lot I don't understand. aw2 starters || accepting

"And let me guess -- you're expecting me to fill in the blanks?"

There was a not too distant point in time where Miles would have welcomed an inquisitive ear. Would have indulged someone else in their quest for information as it intersected with his own. But a lot can change in a short amount of time. Months, weeks, days -- sometimes all it takes is a single night to turn everything you know on its head.

His distrust is palpable. He's always been one to keep his guard up, hold strangers at a distance, but there's a measure of necessity in that habit now. Nothing about the guy screams Murkoff, not at first brush. Nothing about him screams totally innocent third party, either. He knows something or he wants something or both. The nails of Miles' remaining fingers press into his palms, hidden in the confines of his jacket pockets.

Undue paranoia is also a distinct possibility, but given history the concern feels justified. Still, playing it too defensive is its own risk. Playing it dumb, though, that's something he can do convincingly.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I probably know as much as you do. Less, even." A shrug, feigned haplessness, but he's still side eyeing the other with a scrutiny that's too sharp for his words. "Wish I could help."

#buriedabove #(sᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ sᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴢᴢɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇs) ;;; Vᴇʀsᴇ: Mᴀɪɴ #miles says hmm cop / law enforcement vibes? vibe check failed lol

[abovedark]

amelka’s pov:

leon's pov (he tripped)

#buriedabove

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

card of vultures.     sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.

      𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫  &&.  𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐨𝐡  𝐬𝐨  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  &&.  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.  a  pained  wheeze,  two,  three ;  guard  dog's  ever  watchful  gaze  monitoring  the beat  of  a  heart  not  made  for  killing.

      as  instructed,  heavy  body  rests  away  from  bloodshed  unprevented;  fire  in  peridot  put  out  with  the  first  man  fallen.  it  is  been  a  moment  from  the  first  time,  yet  the  nausea  remains.  michalina  wonders  if  it'll  ever  go  away ;  if  she'll  ever  become  accustomed  to  taking  life.

      knowledge  of  not  being  at  fault  does  not  ease  restless  mind  &&.  it  feels  like  only  spitting  her  guts  could  soothe  nerves  and  pain  in  her  stomach ;  𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕'𝒔  steps  are  quiet  against  the  cobblestone  ground  and  soon  come  to  a  halt.  if  not  for  the  gasp  not  in  time  stifled,  michalina  would  leave  undiscovered⸻      it  is  perhaps  safer  to  discuss  what  she's  witnessed  than  let  it  rot  in  her  chest  until  she  can  no  longer  look  the witcher in the  eye.

      ❝  leon—  ❞  the  half - elf  stutters,  shock  of what  she's  just  stumbled  'pon overtaking.  her  companion  on  his  knees  with  hands  bloodied,  fingers  untangling  a  pouch's  string  —  𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗼𝗳  𝗰𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀  betraying  the  contents  within.  ❝  what  the  fuck?  ❞

#buriedabove #you deserve NOTHING after what you've done to me yesterday #NOTHING GOOD!!!!! #so suffer now #look how disappointed michasia is :) #also it's 4 am #good morning little flower!! #001. threads ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗ fantasy