Bruh If He Isnt Fine In Re9 Im Shooting Myself

bruh if he isnt fine in re9 im shooting myself

Resident Evil 9 - 48 year old Leon Kennedy (photo not mine, found somewhere on the web).

just float there

ENOUGH social interactions. i need to go in the river

To Keep an Angel

He fell from heaven into your arms, but he cannot stay. Perhaps if you hadn't acted so hastily, if you had waited a little longer, you could've been reunited...

a/n: OMG BASED OFF THE LOVELY ART IN THE BANNER?? MY AMAZINGLY TALENTED FRIEND @candlekiss SHE LITERALLY COOKED SO HARD IN THIS PIECE... I SWEAR... I LOVE HER SM I HOPE THIS BROUGHT JUSTICE TO UR HARD WORK AND DESERVED PRAISE <3333

tw: depictions of blood, vomiting, death but its nothing like too serious ykw i mean?

wc: 1.4k

it is part of his beauty.

this quality… of not truly being here.

dreamlike.

If you had blinked, you could’ve missed him that day, when you were simply lounging on your porch, and he was a flash of light, as if the sun had descended to visit you.

His lips had twisted in a pained grimace as he stumbled away when you tried to approach him, in awe of his opalescent eyes and flaming locks of hair. Blood stained the feathers of his wings, and although it was highly acceptable for you to freak out, you beckoned him inside.

You wondered if his existence was a secret, something to share with your dreams at night, for not a soul to hear. You did not tell anyone, because who would believe the hermit living at the top of the hill, overlooking the urban cities. 

Even so, it took a very long time to earn his trust. He would not allow you to touch his wings until you insisted that an infection would arise, and even then, he sat facing away from you, skin heating everywhere you brushed, as if he was not accustomed to a human touch.

“You are not betrothed?” he queried a few days later. “My understanding of maidens your age is that they rush to marry.”

“We’ve evolved past that, dear,” you said, muffling a laugh. “I have not yet found a man I wish to marry.”

“What do you wish for?” he asked in that soft, gentle way of his. Casual, like he’s comfortable around you now. “In a partner, I meant.”

“I suppose…” You ponder his question for many beats, a rhythm spelling out in your head. He tilts his head, awaiting your answer. You offer him a broad grin.

“I am going to marry someone who makes me feel like a poem.”

You saw the angel in the marble and carved him out, feeling what you couldn’t see. More and more of his arcane personality came to life under your soothing hands, under your care.

As days turned into weeks, you regarded him more and more as the same blood of yours, no different from you. His wings were absent in your mind, only coming alive at his occasional mumbles of stiff feathers. 

Behind his stoic facade, a mystery to you, there was a vulnerability, a silent plea for compassion.

You learned his name, enjoyed the flow of a different language on your tongue. He spoke of a world far beyond your comprehension, of realms where time flowed differently and the very fabric of reality was shaped by the dreams of beings older than the stars.

As you tended to his injured wing, a gradual transformation took place within him. The once-proud angel who fell into your life broken and bleeding, began to show glimpses of his true self – a being of light and shadow, of hope and despair.

“Must you go?” he had asked one day as you prepared to leave for your job in the city. He stood in front of you, dressed in a robe you found somewhere in heaps of clothes stuffed into your closet, lips a breath away.

“I will return,” you assured him, gaze flickering from his translucent, shining eyes to his shy, moist lips. You return back to your original thoughts, smiling. “This, I swear.”

“I will hold you to that,” he had replied, a youthful smile of his own lingering on his face. 

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“You cannot keep an angel.”

The stars fall hopelessly to his words, to their bittersweet tang, the clouds parting for the golden ladder he stands in front of, through the night’s ghastly mist. His soul glows. He seems to be an ethereal being, the truest idea of his identity, with that coy, divine smile on his archangelic face.

“Must you leave?” you plead, grasping the loose tunic hiding the radiance of his skin, where your fingers grace the smooth, bare surface, warmth tingling from the regal shades of azure and violet draping his lean figure, dappling his face in shadows.

“We are, all of us, children of the heavens.” He twists to spare you a cursory glance, eyes holding the secrets of the universe, reflecting the cosmic dance of galaxies. The velvety darkness envelops him like a cloak, washing out the circles under his eyes. “You showed me the worth of my heart.”

You do not yet realize the torment you have caused, tugging him back, many times over. He has overstayed his welcome, somewhere he is not meant to be. He itches to fly, for the breeze to ruffle the feathery wings he is blessed with.

“But as you are bound to the earth, I am bound to the sky, forever and always,” he explains, voice tinged with sorrow, a harrowing melody on his lustrous tongue.

“I trusted the shelter of your wings.” Much to your dismay, he flinches at this, shifting to stand further from you, as if your presence pains him. The celestial breeze sways the warm hues of his aureate hair.

“You are, I think, an evening star,” he says softly, words carried by the wind. “The most fair of all.”

“That is untrue,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away, wishing there was an ocean to wash them away. A raging sea to drown it. Anything would be preferable over this heartbreak. 

“You are. Just as my heart will forever be wrapped in the most luxurious silk,” he sighs, pausing before adding, “and of course, your undying love.”

“Will I ever see you again?” You step away, the light burning your eyes, a memory forever in your mind, like strands of words spelling out a story. 

He does not look back, does not answer your question. It hangs between you, an ivory string connecting you both. You envision it attached to the small of his back, below his shoulder blades, unfurling in anticipation. 

It hurts you, of course, but you’ve had him far too long. He was, in the simplest way, never yours.

But you were always his. Always entranced by the childlike wonder he sparked in you when he allowed you to brush your fingers along his wings, absently fiddling with his mess of blond hair. 

If he were human, you could’ve kept him. Cherished him as you would a medal, or a trophy from a competition. But the ring resting above his head and the feathers that were born to ascend kept him away.

What must you do?

To keep an angel.

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To keep an angel, you realize, you must summon him. How one summons an angel, you did not know, and forced yourself not to care. But there was an ache planted deep in your heart that only he could weed away, cleanse your turmoil.

The tremor of your fingers matches your racing heartbeat as you prepare to cast the spell that would summon the angel back to your side. The air crackles with dark energy, in its purest form as you chant the incantations, your voice a trembling whisper in the silence of the night.

As the final words leave your lips, a surge of power sweeps through the room, the very fabric of reality twisting and warping in response to your command, the cold winter months outside easily forgotten.

A voice as soft as summer rain. A smile like a breath of spring. This is what you wish to see in the portal between worlds, but you do not. Horror flashes across your lover’s eyes.

He reaches a hand out, wincing like the action hurts him. You can feel the planes of your dimensions tilting away from each other, quickly slipping through your curled fingers, pressed hard to your chest.

A sudden, sharp pain blooms across your stomach, forcing you to keen over. Black splatters across the floor, coating your tongue and lips in a foul substance. And you split away, stepping back suddenly, but your body stills.

Your body, cold and gone, just like that, lying limp on the ground. 

Your angel kneels beside you, his touch gentle as he cradles your lifeless form in his arms. Tears glisten in his eyes as he gazes down at you, lost in his thoughts. He does not hear you shouting his name.

When you stagger towards him, confused, you are stopped. There is a wall between you both now, watching him as though he is encased in a gilded cage, wings spread to soar, the most majestic of songbirds.

Your touch, never felt.

Your voice, never heard.

Your eyes, empty.

You are forever separated, your souls destined to wander in different realms, never to be reunited in this life or the next.

And you will never return.

leon drinking fruit punch... i think he'd get it all over his lips and mouth and it would be stained bright chemical red

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weird and unlikeable girls pls never stop being weird and unlikable. i love you all so much.

HOOLLLLLLYYYYY SHART????? BRUH THIS IS SO GOOD???? IM ACTUALLY CRYING LILITH LOOKS SO MAJESTIC AND DOGGY <333 SO CUTE <333 SOBBING WHY R U SO TALENTED

leon (re2), aunt's dog and lilith