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zkretchy · 1 year
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Hope you like thrill rides
Aka after both the mine cart sections&the final boat ride....my mind went to rollercoaster? The game sure feels like it at times and I love it
quick bonus:
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19o4 · 2 months
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Madonna del parto
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saucefunk · 1 year
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re4make luis you have bewitched me heart and sole
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frenchublog · 1 year
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WIP
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bom-bombon · 2 months
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Oaxaca Needs Help!!
Hi, there is currently a fire that started in San Lucas Quiavini, Oaxaca, that has now grown and is burning more Indigenous Zapotec communities. Unfortunately, five volunteers died as a result of the fires: Rafael Antonio Morales, Pedro Curiel Diego, José Hernández López, Felipe García, and Celso Diego. The communities are asking for help.
Here are some places where you can help financially:
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For Celso Diego's family
And Emergency Funds right here
If you cannot donate, that is totally fine! Reblogs are very much appreciated!
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zer0pm · 1 year
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Imagine Luis surviving his knife wound and you patch him up.
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“¡Joder! That hurts, you know?”
“Don’t have anesthesia, I told you. Stop moving.”
“Right, sorry- ¡Ay, Dios! Are you stitching with a knitting needle or something?”
You had to hide your laugh under a scoff, thankful he couldn’t see your amused smile at his attitude.
Luis was leaning against a crate when you finally caught up to him and Leon. The latter informed you of their encounter with Krauser, the Spaniard’s injuries confirmed by pain-filled groans. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you had Luis moved to one of the metal tables near the mine’s exit and stripped him of his shirt and jacket. He weakly made a teasing comment about you using his injury to get him out of his clothes, but you ceased his attempts at jest by gently making him lay on his stomach and dove right into the task of treating the gushing wound.
Thanks to your meticulous efforts and the medicinal herbs that Leon keeps around in his case, Luis was stable in no time. Able to breathe a little easier, he instructed Leon to fetch the key from his jacket pocket, saying that the agent will need it to gain access to his laboratory on the island where he and Ashley will then use the surgical equipment to remove the parasites from their bodies. After assuring him that the both of you will be fine and will catch up after Luis is completely patched up and ready to go, Leon made his swift exit, leaving the both of you alone. Which brings you to this point in time- you suturing him.
“Should consider yourself lucky. Any deeper and the blade would have struck your heart. Then… well, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“You call it “luck”, my friend, but I like to look at it as divine blessing.” Here we go, this you have to hear.
Curiously you ask, “Oh, yeah? And how do you figure that?”
“Es obvio, ¿no?” he gestures with a wave of one of his hands that he was using to rest his head on. “An angel is healing me.”
You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling, but there was no denying the warm flutter in your heart at his suave words. “Sweet talker.”
Luis doesn’t respond, but you can tell the man was grinning ear to ear from your remark. Aside from a few more Spanish curses and colorful complaints about the pain, the rest of the procedure went smoothly. Once the final stitch was made, you gently applied antibiotics over the freshly closed wound before covering it with a clean bandage. You notice the man shiver under your touch when you placed a hand upon his broad back to keep him steady.
“There. Now try to sit up. Slowly,” you sternly advised. “Don’t want you opening that up doing something insane.”
Luis mutters under his breath, “Supongo que no debería saltar sobre más gigantes…”
“What was that?”
“¡Nada!” He jolts upright into a seated position, wincing at the sudden move that surely aggravated his injury. You would have been incensed if you weren’t so concerned for his wellbeing. After a careful reassessment to ensure that the stitches didn’t tear under the cloth, you proceeded to secure them by rolling more bandages around his torso. Your hands glided against the firm muscles of his defined chest and back as you did this.
You stood within the cage of his legs as you worked and can feel the heavy weight of his eyes on you. There was a concentrated look you tried to maintain to quell the nervous energy beating inside at your close proximity to him, but it was a losing battle. Luis’ body was radiating with an inviting warmth and a musky spice that delightfully filled your senses. You want nothing more than to drown in him, but willed yourself to keep your distance, internally conceding to give him space to recover from his near-death experience.
“This is nice,” Luis comments, breaking the comfortable silence.
You meet his eyes with an inquisitive look. “You find receiving treatment from an almost fatal stab wound to be pleasant?”
“I was not stabbed, the knife was thrown. There is a difference.” the man corrected with snark grin and you would have returned the witty remark had he not continued with his line of thought aloud. “Just thinking that it’s been awhile since it was only the two of us. Leon is good company, mind you. Pero, uh, he lacks your appeal.”
A snort escapes you, secretly giddy from his praise. “Think you’re so charming, huh?”
Mild amusement glints his grey eyes. “Have I not been this entire time?”
You shrug playfully, “Your game could use a little work.”
He returns your jest with an exaggerated pout, “¡Ay, mi orgullo! Your words cut deeper than the knife that struck me.”
Your chest heaves in hearty laughter. You shouldn’t have found it hilarious, but Luis had this innate ability to make a grave situation something to poke fun about. It’s what makes him so endearing. While you try to catch your breath, you missed the look of pure adoration he wore as he took in the sight of your smiling face. His usual coy smirk gently curving into something softer. Eventually you finish patching him up and help him back into his shirt and jacket. The man grumbles that the fine leather was now ruined, earning you another heartfelt chuckle.
Once he was presentable, he beholds you , “Gracias. Guess, uh, I owe you one, ¿si?”
“Your life, I’d say.” you nod, tone cheeky and good-natured.
It was his turn to laugh under his breath. He takes your hand in his, relishing in the feeling of touching you again. Soft determination flashes in his gaze as he mentally mulled over your words with newfound hope.
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“Take it then,” Luis says. “It’s yours.”
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eggo-tistical · 8 months
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[wip] the time i spend actually drawing these two is WILDLY disproportionate to the amount of time i spend thinking about them.. need to fix that!!!!!!!!
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sparkchemy · 1 year
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🎶🎵HEAVY METAL MUSIC BLASTING🎵🎶
Close-ups and brain worms under the cut.
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An undisclosed group of scientists discovers something miraculous under the ruins of an ancient Spanish castle - a girl preserved in amber. Luis is brought onto the site under an oath of secrecy to take some biological samples. Little does he know that his thirst for knowledge will bring about a great calamity and throw him into a world of legend and fantasy, something that he's stopped believing in a long time ago.
Ashley is a princess who has sacrificed herself to seal away a great evil that threatened both the human world and the magic one some millennia ago. She was sealed away in the human world so that no enemies could find her and has been frozen in time ever since.
Leon is her sworn knight-protector. Magic-bound to Ashley, he's been asleep until her resting place was disturbed. A veteran of the Old Wars, the corruption has left its mark on him - his once pure wings and hair now black. The wings are magical and can be retracted at will.
There is no reason for the wolf-dog except Leon should always have a little buddy actually.
I'm an absolute sucker for transported-into-a-fantasy-world-oh-shit-everything-is-awful-but-hey-magic-exists-and-it's-beautiful genre of fiction and I want it to happen to Luis.
Villain skin Leon is the edgiest emo-est boy and I think he's neat. 💗
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homicidal-slvt · 7 months
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Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.
I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.
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ahalliance · 7 months
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qétoiles n qbagz’ convo about his code arm + fun banter from last sunday :] english subs + transcript below da cut
[Video transcript:
Etoiles: But yesterday when he [Forever] talked to me, he was so frightened, basically he was like, ‘But one day won’t you lose your shit and want to kill the Eggs with the Code, and everything?’ Though I was telling him, ‘But the fact is, I know the Code very well’—
Baghera: Oh, so you told him you joined—?
Etoiles: No, no, no, not at all. It’s just that he has these assumptions that I’m really allied to the Code because—
Baghera: I think it’s due to your Code tattoo, also, it gives off the impression you’re in the process of transforming into a Code, Etoiles, let’s not lie.
Etoiles: That’s it, that’s it. But, basically I told him that I’ve had it since—
Baghera: But you don’t give a shit? You’re taking it well?
Etoiles: Well, yeah, I don’t give a shit because I know he’ll never beat me. Basically I—
Baghera: But you don’t give a shit about the code literally popping up over your body?
Etoiles: Well, yeah, because it’s a part of me now. It’s normal.
Baghera: How?
Etoiles: Well, after— after fighting someone 17 times, you start— you start creating links. But those links—
Baghera: But— you know that’s not how things work. Like— look, we cross paths. Right now we’re crossing paths. You see? We’re crossing paths. I kick your ass. Like, for free. You see? I see you, I’m like, ‘Bro, I don’t like his face,’ so I kick your ass.
Etoiles: But no! Because if you tell me ‘Good fight’ at the end—
Baghera: I see you again— wait, I’m not finished. I see you again like 12 times, and I tell myself, ‘Hey, I’ll do it again,’ I kick your ass again. After a while, Rayou, I won’t get diabetes!
Etoiles: Well, maybe you will, huh.
Baghera: Yes, but it’s not— it doesn’t work, like— there’s no correlation, you see!
Etoiles: You know you won’t have those cells anymore, you know, it’s possible.
Baghera: But— no— what I mean is— Etoiles! That’s now how it works! It’s worrisome! It’s normal for us to worry!
Etoiles: Well, yeah, but, uhhh. Basically, you’re all used to talking with me on the island. And you understand very well that there’s nothing able to corrupt me.
Baghera: That we don’t know, Etoiles! Because— if it’s— I know that your morality, and your enormous brain, and your big body, won’t get corrupted. But if there’s suddenly— well, what I mean is that we don’t know what all the possible systems of manipulation on the island are.
Etoiles: It’s true. No, it’s true. But for the moment I’m doing well.
Baghera: Yeah, well, so much the better. But—
Etoiles: For the moment I’m doing well!
Baghera: If you feel any change, Etoiles, mention it, okay?
Etoiles: Oh, I’ll talk about it. But for the time being I’m doing very well.
Baghera: So I can understand peoples’ fear upon seeing you LITERALLY transform into a Code and who tell themselves, ‘Oh, strange, maybe there’s a thing with the Codes.’
Etoiles: It’s true but who can better know the dangers of the Code than someone who’s confronted it his whole life? Instead of someone who—
Baghera: I’m well aware.
Etoiles: No but it’s— it’s— it’s for that reason that I told Forever. I totally understand the fear and everything, it’s normal. You see a dude turning into a Code, you ask yourself, ‘What’s the guy who sent him doing?’
Baghera: Well, yeah, there you go.
Etoiles: Like, ‘Who sent him?’
Baghera: But you don’t feel any different? Nothing?
Etoiles: Absolutely not, no. Everything is going well. I still hate the Code whenever I see him, I still want to kick his ass. Everything’s fine. Even if right now I want him—
Baghera: But you join up with them when he suggests it, yeah. Well, it’s to get the shield back.
Etoiles: It was just for the shield, believe me. Believe me, if I run into them again- if I run into them again and they don’t offer me things to save the Eggs and everything, it’s goodbye. And considering what I’ve prepared— considering what I’ve prepared, I objectively think that 5 Codes won’t be enough to kill me. There’ll need to be 10 of them.
Baghera: They might bring 10, huh.
Etoiles: Yeah, well, then again, we have time.
Baghera: Well, in any case, they don’t want to kill you anymore since you’re working with them.
Etoiles: Well, in fact, we’re not really— actually— I don’t really know what he’s thinking. Because the last time we talked I told them, ‘But if you lay even a finger on the Eggs, I’ll kick your fucking asses, you sacks of shit.’ And they left, and they didn’t answer me.
Baghera: Then again, they’re a bit cryptic, the Codes, you know.
Etoiles: Yeah, but normally they— I managed to talk with them a bit, so— so I don’t know. Personally, I’m telling you—
Baghera: Okay, no, what I mean is that I understand why when people see you they think, ‘Maybe it’s possible he’s getting a little bit corrupted by the Codes.’
Etoiles: No but yeah, yeah, I totally get it. But honestly, never. Never in a million years.
Baghera: I believe you! I trust you. But if there’s— if once you feel any difference or something of the sort, you mention it, okay? To whomever you want, but you mention it.
Etoiles: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (10000x)
Baghera: You know you’re not very reassuring when you say that, as an answer.
Etoiles: That’s true. But I’m telling you there’s no problem. And— actually. The moment I start feeling strange, I’ll put numbers. And so you’ll have to come get me.
Baghera: Okay, okay. I’ll remember that.
Etoiles: Just that. But I— I— yeah. I whisper in the Code’s ear.
Baghera: The day you start talking to me in binary, there’ll be an issue, basically.
Etoiles: The day I say, ‘10001’, that’s it. But actually, I’m telling you, I could never be corrupted because I have AVAST, my wool block which blocks viruses.
Baghera: That’s real, that’s real.
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johnnyspells · 7 months
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sean vs marion descriptions
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Serennedy is like the Minecraft End Poem to me
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‘And the universe said I Love You because you are love’
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19o4 · 22 days
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lightprkdraws · 7 months
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*near tears* they're just two old men you know?
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beyondkion-blog · 1 month
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Rating Resident Evil Men’s Marriageability
Note: I tried my best to be impartial with each of the men, regardless of my personal opinions
Chris Redfield
Pros
Loyal
Protective
Trusting
Wants to see the best in people
Strong
Anti-capitalist
Cares deeply
Prioritizes family
Ass that you could bounce a quarter off of
Cons
Smoker
Prone to bouts of depression
Definitely has PTSD
Drinks to forget
Literally solves his problems by punching
Married to his job
Rude to waitstaff
Keeps secrets because “it’s better for you not to know”
Blames himself for things out of his control
Canonically a bit of a slob
Overall Score: 5/10 - Could do worse, but could definitely do better. High potential of being a stereotypical “straight husband”
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Albert Wesker
Pros
Rich
Attractive
Super strength
Super speed
Verified genius
Might destroy the world for you
Looks good in a leather jacket
Natural leader
One of only two RE men to canonically have sex
Cons
Violent sociopath
Might just destroy the world in general
Obsessed with power
Believes himself to be superior to all other beings
Turned himself into a giant worm monster
100% would track your phone
Withholds physical affection as a power play
Overall Score: 1/10 - At best you’ll exist as a bored but scared trophy spouse. At worst he’ll dissect you as part of an experiment
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Leon S. Kennedy
Pros
Loyal
Kind
Affectionate
Caring
Silly sense of humor
Protective
Willing to be emotionally vulnerable
Always wants to do the right thing
Soft hair
Trusting
Goes out of his way to help people
Cares deeply about his friends
Strong
Flexible
Tries to make the best of any situation
Dog lover
Drives a motorcycle
Cons
Definitely has PTSD
Prone to depression
Bordering on/alcoholic Degeneration and up
Body belongs to the US government
A little dumb
Should not be behind the wheel
Overall Score: 8/10 - Potential to be an amazing, loving husband with therapy and support, but may fall into toxic or even self-harm tendencies if left unchecked
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Carlos Oliveira
Pros
Sweet
Protective
Kind
Physically Affectionate
Supportive
Strong
Cares deeply about the people in his life
Skilled with his hands
Emotionally vulnerable
Trusting
Wants to be the best person he can be
Willing to break laws to help those he loves
Natural provider (acts of service love language 100%)
Verbally affectionate
Sense of humor
Laid back attitude
Gorgeous hair
Respects boundaries
Cons
Probably has unprocessed trauma
Will do Dumb Guy Shit™️
Trusts too quickly
Will throw himself into dangerous situations without thinking it through
Will probably make inappropriate jokes without thinking unless you tell him specifically not to
Likely wanted in multiple countries
Overall Rating: 10/10 - Literally marry this man immediately. He will be a good partner, good husband, and good father. May need reigning in occasionally, but it comes from a place of love
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Luis Serra Navarro
Pros
Always has the best intentions
Cares deeply about his friends and family
Tries to do the right thing
Sense of humor
Highly intelligent
Extremely curious
Debonair
Charming
Good dancer
Chivalrous
Book lover
Good with his hands
Cons
Doesn’t open up easily
Tends to trust the wrong people
Smoker
Doesn’t think things through
Prefers fantasy over reality
Doesn’t always keep his word
Self-serving
Unprocessed trauma
Tends to deflect
Overall Score: 5/10 - Potential to be a great partner, but would take time and patience to get there (best outsourced to a therapist)
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Jake Muller
Pros
Snarky
Literally designed after male models
Loyal
Will have your back
Affectionate once he opens up
Surprisingly good with kids
Drives a Motorcycle
Self-sacrificing
Looks amazing in black leather
Cons
Daddy issues
Self-sacrificing
Tendency to only do things that benefit him
Takes a long time to open up
Illegal drug use
Wanted by multiple governments
Would need to be forced into therapy if he went at all
Overall Score: 4/10 - German Shepherd partner vibes. Would be forever loyal to you if you broke through his walls, but only to you. Probably wouldn’t stop any (self-) destructive habits of his either
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Piers Nivans
Pros
Kind
Trusting
Loyal
Nice to waitstaff
Appreciates good food
Cares about the emotional well-being of his loved ones
Not easily deterred
Cons
Self-sacrificing
Codependent tendencies
Most likely has unresolved trauma
Hotheaded
Overall Score: 7/10 - The potential is definitely there, however - like Chris - Piers winds up with a high likelihood for being a stereotypical “straight husband,” mainly due to his upbringing in a military family
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Ethan Winters
Pros
Loyal
Trusting
Kind
Good with kids
Indestructible
Gentle
Protective
Never gives up
Would still love you if you were a worm
Not easily scared
Domestic
Creative
Good under pressure
MacGyver skills
Soft
Self-sacrificing
Cons
Mold
Bad luck
Arguably too trusting
Self-sacrificing
Thousand yard stare
Overall Score: 10/10 - Like Carlos, marry this man immediately. Second only RE man to canonically have sex and the only one to get married. Just hope you don’t have a penicillin allergy
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zer0pm · 11 months
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Imagine Leon showing you how to use a crossbow.
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“My god, this is impossible!”
You hear Leon behind you chuckling and glance back at him with deadpan eyes, unamused that he found your struggle funny. The blond maintains a slight grin, unflinching under your glare.
He comments aloud, “It’ll take some getting used to. Imagine using this on moving targets with the wind against your favor.”
You half-heartedly groan at the mere thought, tempted to abandon using the primitive weapon entirely. However, ammo was scarce and crossbow bolts can be reused. Now if only you were proficient in using said crossbow. Sensing your frustration, Leon unfolds his arms and approaches you.
“You’re thinking too hard about it and it shows in your form.” His hands hover around your sides, one by your hands where you held the crossbow and the other at your back. Close, but not touching. Your eyes catch his, an expectant gaze in the pools of icy blue silently asking for permission. You granted it with a nod and immediately you feel the heat of his touch.
“Straighten up,” he instructs, his gloved hand firm against the middle of your back. With purpose, he runs it down your form, applying pressure to encourage you to follow his words. And follow you did, trying your best to hide the shivers that tingled down your spine as you squared your shoulders and puffed your chest. You hoped that he was not looking at your face, surely your cheeks must be burning.
His other hand clasps around yours holding the body of the crossbow steady and lifting, pointing the weapon towards the range. In the corner of your vision, the veiny cords of the powerful muscles in his arm tense and relax at the motion.
What would it be like if Leon held you? You can’t imagine Leon as much of a hugger, but the thought of him embracing you alights within you a new kind of warmth different from your shared body heat.
As you’re forcing your thoughts and eyes to cease their shameless wandering, hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.
“Remember, you’re not shooting lead. Want to aim a little higher and let gravity do its thing.” Leon’s voice was clear, his explanation straightforward, but the smooth delivery and the reverb of every husky word was like velvet to your senses. You felt yourself slowly leaning closer into him, tempted to be wrapped in his entire being.
Thankfully, you caught yourself, stomping your heel flat on the floor before your back pressed completely against his muscular front. In doing so, your fingers accidentally squeeze the trigger out of panicked reflex. To your dismay, the bolt shoots out of the weapon, flying high across the range. You anticipated failure and prepared yourself to be overwhelmed with embarrassment- but to your genuine surprise, a metallic ping rings in the air. Not only did you hit the target, but your shot struck the medallion that was attached to it right at its center.
“You’re an artist, mate!”
You won’t lie, you actually forgot that the Merchant was watching the entire time, remembering his ever observant presence only when his voice blasts through the speakers in that uniquely rambunctious tone of his.
“Nice shot!” Leon pats your back in praise, bringing your attention back to him.
Your lips curve slightly followed by a casual shrug, “Honestly, it was just dumb luck.”
The man beside you shakes his head, dismissing your sheepish downplaying. “Against what we’re facing, sometimes that’s all you need.” He casts a glance at the felled target before looking back at you. The ends of his lips tug upward, transforming his usual hardened expression into something much softer and distinctly disarming. “A hit like that, though. That’s more than luck.”
Elation fills you, not just from your success, but from the sight of the man’s rare smile. It wasn’t a grin, it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a reaction produced by fleeting amusement. It was a pure, genuine smile full of endearment.
Leon Kennedy, a picture of stoicism, smiling because of you.
You didn’t dare admit to him that you were distracted the entire time, that your shot truly did have nothing to do with skill and your concentration was broken entirely by thoughts revolving around him and his body. It was then did you notice that he still had his hand on your lower back. He must have kept you steady this whole time.
Not wanting to be separated from his warmth in case he realizes your lingering closeness and creates distance out of courtesy, you spoke up. “If I keep getting lucky, I’ll be a better shot than you in no time.”
The blond quirks his brow. “Think you can go toe-to-toe with me now?”
Got him. You smirk playfully, “Winner gets all the tokens!”
“Take them,” Leon scoffs with an exaggerated frown, “can’t get a gold prize for shit.”
You couldn’t hold back your own laughter then, missing how his blue eyes softened in adoration. His downturned lips ease into another gentle smile as he took in how your whole being seems to glow with infectiously positive energy. It is a sight he engraves in his memory before tapping your hands, silently instructing you to raise the crossbow once more. You take the hint, readying to the same position as he showed you before. Without your notice, Leon’s gaze falls onto the back of your head again.
“We’ll think of something else for you, then.” you say as you take aim, breaking the silence. “If you win.”
Intrigued by your playfulness, the handsome blond grins at your challenge with an idea already in mind. “Finish this round and I’ll take you on.”
With that you continued practicing. Leon kept spectating and offering sound advice, not once withdrawing his hand from you. You dragged on this rare opportunity to stay close to him for as long as you could.
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