#✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒

[virologikal]

┊ ┊ ┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝟐/?

⸻ ⨯ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ✽ 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟏 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟐 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟑 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐕 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟓 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟔 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟕 ✽ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟖

⸻ ⨯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇨ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑. ⸻ ⨯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇨ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃. ⸻ ⨯ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇨ 𝐇.𝐔.𝐍.𝐊.

⸻ ⨯ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 / 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

[yngai]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE  «  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

the champagne swirls absent mindedly in her glass, a whirlpool of empty thoughts & distant emotions that play well with her professional detachment . an easy feat when your heart is not in the assignment, draped in the crystalline blues of a lace halter gown that wraps around her neck, the slit going only to her knee . there is no need to show skin, just enough, & the soulless, muted color that can scarcely compare itself to her favored crimsons makes ada wong just another among an attending crowd . a woman hidden in plain sight, a better chameleon than the man whose presence corrodes at her exposed shoulders, though far less lizard-like . albert wesker is a sculpture surrounded by the ignorant masses, unaware they are witnessing the height of performance art . he isn't chiseled from marble, no, she likens him to some poor soul covered in silver paint, drawing the eyes of bystanders with a hat at his feet, awaiting their cash & applause .

a high society event in prague's dominican hotel that was sure to pull from the most rotten of the czech republic's elite .

networking truly was the worst aspect of this career & with the types in attendance, with wesker in her vicinity & no weapons on her person, she is on her third drink & feeling no effect, losing focus, care or consideration . maybe that's why he decided to join, watch her slowly deflate, trapped where she doesn't belong . ada downs what little remains & there is barely any alcohol burning against her throat, the fruity notes make her think these people are more so children, with no strife to overcome & enough money to live out all their fantasies, all in on a game of play-pretend . the glass is set by the table next to her purse, her right arm reaching within, procuring her compact & opening its secret compartment with a satisfying click . the mirror is what catches her eye, she notes the visible exhaustion on her features, & then, angling it to catch a glimpse of wesker, the absence of emotion on his own . if she had birkin's cocktail coursing through her veins, maybe she wouldn't need to dab her middle finger on the designer cocaine that she smuggled in with her makeup . spreading it along her gums without care for who might look, to anyone far away it would seem like a woman touching up her foundation, & as she finishes massaging it into the left side of her mouth, wesker finally speaks .

@tyrantype : ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞

her upper body turns, hunched over slightly to cover her face with her compact, her finger still ballooning her cheek . there is an ever so brief, distorted, “ ⸺huh ? ” like she didn't expect to be caught in the act, like she thought he had learned to ignore her almost perfectly, her habits, her persona, her indifference . she straightens herself, taking her hand out of her mouth & brushing the stained, wet tip of her finger with her thumb . ada swallows before she continues, letting the rush of euphoria steel her thoughts, make her alive, delude her into an equal footing,

“ all night long i was wondering why you're here . like some kind of particularly intrusive headmaster, could've handled it all on my own . i know the kinds of men the organization loves to court . ”

[kazumxji]

"You try to save one person; a hundred others die."

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 (2023)

[outlawzzz]

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 || 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒

"where's everyone going? Bingo?"

// photo by me ! // my pinterest

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[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @finalslay .

the  mandalorian  stares  at  the  other  that  sat  next  to  him.  there's  a  frown  that  goes  unseen  --  clearly  not  amused  by  the  words  that  left  the  other  man.  ❝  we  are  not  the  same,  ❞  he  speaks,  gaze  looking  towards  the  child  that  sat  next  to  him  as  he  ate  his  soup.

head  turns  back  towards  the  other,  fingers  tapping  on  the  bar.    ❝  you  aren't  worthy  of  the  beskar  you  wear.  ❞  he's  never  been  fond  of  those  who  disgrace  the  creed  by  removing  their  helmet.  it  was  always  disappointing  to  think  you've  found  another  of  your  kind  --  only  to  find  that  they  remove  their  gear.

[godfate]

                                           𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 . . .

𝐀𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒. renju. pewter. mizuki. moma.

𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟕𝟕. johnny silverhand❨ req blog url ❩ . judy. river. levi ❨ nomad / male ❩. saul. rogue. mateo.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. higgs ❨ req blog url ❩ . mama. heartman. die-hardman. 

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄. cullen. nathaniel. zevran ❨ req blog url ❩ .

𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝟓. joseph ❨ req blog url ❩ . jacob ❨ req blog url ❩ .

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘:      𝐈. warrior of light.     𝐈𝐕. cecil harvey.     𝐕𝐈𝐈. rude. loz. roche ❨ req blog url ❩ . biggs. leslie. lazard. angeal. aerith. jules. nero. shelke.     𝐗. tidus. baralai. yuna.     𝐗𝐈𝐈. fran. vayne ❨ req blog url ❩ . vaan.     𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. noel. gadot. yuj. rygdea. jihl.     𝐗𝐕. ardyn ❨ req blog url ❩ . noctis ❨ req blog url ❩ . somnus ❨ req blog url ❩ . loqi. tredd. pelna.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌.  ❨  req multi url. ❩ 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓.  eula.   kaedehara kazuha.    mona.    tartaglia.    baizhu. ��  scaramouche.    azhdaha / kun jun.   kaeya ❨ req blog url ❩  ,   dainsleif ❨ req blog url ❩   ,   ayato ❨ req blog url ❩   ,  kujo sara  ❨ req blog url ❩ ,    thoma ❨ req blog url ❩   ,  pulcinella ❨ req blog url ❩.

𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒. zagreus  ❨ req blog url ❩ , dionysus , patroclus.

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀. simon hilary.

𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄. stefan

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. nathan prescott ❨ req blog url ❩ . frank bowers ❨ req blog url ❩ . daniel diaz. jacob hackerman. ryan lucan ❨ req blog url ❩ . mac loudon ❨ req blog url ❩ . charlotte harmon ❨ req blog url ❩ 

𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍. conrad.

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃.  kazuhira miller. ❨ req blog url ❩

𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑. nier ❨ req blog url ❩ . devola. 2b

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀    𝟑. akihiko. makoto.    𝟒. kanji. adachi. naoki.    𝟓. ryuji. yusuke. makoto. iwai. maruki.

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. dutch ❨ req blog url ❩. micah ❨ req blog url ❩ . javier❨ req blog url ❩. mac ❨ req blog url ❩. lenny. kieran. sean. karen. eagle flies. bill. jamie. eliza.

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. jake. leon. piers.

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄. vashyron.

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅:   𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄. alphen. ❨ req blog url ❩ dohalim. ❨ req blog url ❩   𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀. rokurou. eleanor. zaveid ❨ req blog url ❩. oscar.   𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒. asbel. raymond.   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀. richtor. emil.   𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀. flynn. alexei. rita. zagi.   𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀. jude. ivar. rideaux   𝐙𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀. mikleo. edna. sergei. lunarre.

𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔. owen moore ❨ req blog url ❩. ellie. manny. jordan. tess.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑: 𝟏𝟖𝟖𝟔. lafayette. devi.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑. lambert ❨ req blog url ❩. olgierd  ❨ req blog url ❩. radovid. triss. syanna.

𝐓𝐖𝐃𝐆. david. luke. louis. james. aasim.

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐖��. chris. matt.

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑. mccullum. sean hampton. ichabod throgmorton.

[yngai]

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE  «  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

it was through no fault of his own, her job has always been to find the weak link, look upon a structure for a crack to pick at, an easy access point . john, a man with a soul too large for his employers to countenance, annette, a woman so trapped between a failing marriage & too many schemes to break herself free of her work she found respite at the bedside of a pretty coworker in a pencil skirt, leon, a chance meeting in midst of hellfire that wasn't meant to end with him the rube & yet his coercion into government service made him that much more useful & now— luis serra navarro .

no one has a gaze as piercing as hers, seeing that bleeding heart in his chest as a perfect organ to jimmy the lock with, get her foot in the door of los iluminados where her undercover work would be a waste . she isn't donning robes & cursing herself with a tapeworm . luis' need to make good on his sins both here in spain & abroad at umbrella . she can recount the sorrow in his e-mails, the desperation, every line begging a dead friend for help only to find her & her employers at the other end, wesker ready to strike a deal for his rescue at her behest . the consortium knows he wants luis to be another of his many pet scientists, slave away at one of thousands secret research projects they're still trying to uncover, that's why they sent her in after krauser, to ensure neither luis or the amber fall in the wrong hands .

she remembers her report, how his history betrays an enthusiasm she once shared, an echo of the days she was a young undercover agent at umbrella, so very ignorant to the true extent of their pharmaceutical developments, thinking the future they promised a genuine possibility, that even if she were a traitor her work was meant for something greater . the darkness that john would unveil for her would rip those notions from her mind as she played on his infatuation, as she promised him an escape too, a life together outside arklay free of umbrella grasp on their lives . it's funny almost, she wants to laugh & she settles on a sing-song hum, something aloof, darkly mysterious & deeply practiced . she hasn't thought about john in a very long time, he was just the first mark .

“ i think you're becoming a liability . ” another way in which they parallel, though the mirror held between them is one way, all she lets him see is ada wong, “ if you keep misplacing the sample, ” she brandishes a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, marlboro reds, one placed between her lips, a stylish flourish seeing it lit by a zippo . after inhaling, she blows the result into his face, “ you won't get that smoke break you've been begging for . ”

[yngai]

❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE  «  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

she stands apart, elbows perched on the edge of the balcony, a rare dove for the eyes of a lucky bird-watcher, one door & one set of half-opened blinds blocking her view of the ongoing celebration . office parties can be so drab, it's no wonder he'd come out here for some respite, a chance to breathe, only to be met with a cloud of cigarette smoke . she does tend to grow impatient, knowing leon's next move & waiting for it & she thinks it might be impractical, letting him on one of her many vices . maybe he'll think it all part of blending in, an effort to match the chain-smoking, whiskey-drinking souls that toss papers all day around USSTRATCOM's headquarters . she's even wearing a beige suit one size too big, a loose tie wrapped around the collar of her red dress shirt, how could they tell her apart from any other lucky intern that catches the eye of america's greatest hero ?

“ not happy to see me ? ” there should be some melancholy in her voice, play to the lovesickness of a six year absence that always begins & ends in a pointed gun, but she can't help but revel in the slight pause in his step upon her sight, the confusion & uncertainty she carries through her presence . ada wong is a frustrating mystery, one she enjoys watching others try to solve & what she likes about leon is he knows he can only get so far . ada tilts her head, snuffing out her cigarette against the railing . she meets his gaze with a prying smile, proud to have snuck into this side of his life without getting caught, “ hmm⸺ like i'd miss your homecoming party, needed a chance to say mission accomplished, handsome . ” there's a laugh at herself, at him & the words she chooses, enough to show teeth .

“ what a shame nobody knows i could take half the credit . ”

[yngai]

THE PARENT TRAP « 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

the darkness of the room was all-encompassing, pervasive, a chocking grasp throttling her awake without gloved fingers pressing against her throat . it was all too familiar, in this world clad from shadows & secrecy the shot of adrenaline that jolts her head upwards is almost welcoming, a shock to the system knowing she clings to this shell of a life . careless, frightened, some yet unknown misstep she has paid for in shame & confusion, but as long as she can feel her heart beating it was only a temporary setback . this was always ada wong's one true victory, through spilled blood & fading scar tissue, staying alive . the real source of her reckless self-confidence, no matter how many times lesser men have tried to break it, take hammer to the glass of her mirror until she is a tiny, insignificant shard . an achilles' heel too, pure hubris, spies like ada burn bright & die young . she won't waste her time fantasizing about retirement, of old age claiming her beauty as her mind succumbs to the abyss long before she is to expire .

she tests the limits of her prison first, pulling on the cuffs keeping her arms tied to the chair, shifting her legs around to feel them tied together with nylon rope . a frustrated huff finding an escape as she pushes past the fading numbness along her lower back, her body waking up from a separate slumber . it yields no results, this wasn't some back alley gang fashioning restraints out of their garage . it was professional, every element by design as a needle to prod their prisoner with . a fading lightbulb high above to be turned on at their discretion, once her eyes have adjusted to the dark & any light would be blinding, the contents of her person displayed on the table before her, taunting her with her means of escape just out of reach . a silenced glock 19 with its safety on, its holster, a spring assisted pocket knife & her radio, turned off . she tries to lunge forward, reach for the knife & pick it up with her teeth if she has to, move the chair just a little bit closer, only to discover it bolted to the floor . ada lowers her head as if she has been defeated, letting loose strands of hair drape over closing eyes, knowing she must let this play out before she can make another move . she leans back, groaning as she does, words echoing between four walls, “ fuck me . ”

@uro6oros : “ save yourself the aggravation . it's really disgusting . ”

comes a voice on the intercom, instantly recognized as the attempts of a man far too vain for the nasally affect he fails to cover . “ ⸺wesker ? ” it sets the scene far too perfectly, he wouldn't dare imagine the organization treated her like the favorite child, handing her the cattle prod with which to shock him back to his senses . perhaps the pin cushion she has made of his back has yet to heal & despite her best offers to lie low ada's favored red is too loud a color . she doesn't have to play pretend anymore, not with him, even strapped to an interrogation table they are on the same page, an idiot flying too close to the sun & the woman who grew tired of keeping him in check . “ don't tell me, still have your knickers in a twist about spain ? ”

[outlawzzz]

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 || 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒

"where's everyone going? Bingo?" // photo by me ! // my pinterest

[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @hexsreality .

instantly,  he  retracts  his  weapon.  his  body  was  so  rigid  that  it  was  hard  to  tell  that  he  was  a  bit  apologetic  about  his  immediate  action.  he  never  really  liked  attacking  people  that  didn't  need  it.

❝  sorry,  ❞  says,  his  posture  not  relaxing  but  enough  to  let  the  woman  know  that  he  didn't  think  he  was  in  much  danger  with  her.  ❝  can't  guarantee  that,  but  I'll  keep  it  in  mind.  ❞

[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @biosurvive .

an  exhale  as  he  finds  the  statement  amusing.  not  like  the  mandalorian  couldn't  relate.  he  pretty  much  never  sought  to  really  think  about  the  people  who  contracted  him.  he  takes  his  job  and  completes  it.  that  was  it.  that  is  the  way.

❝  well,  as  long  as  your  work  doesn't  interfere  with  mine,  then  i  have  no  qualms  with  you  walking  alongside  me.  ❞

[yngai]

it was always like putting yourself to the grindstone, spinning rock sparking against flesh to sharpen everything you have ever been . as much in prague as anywhere else she has plucked & clipped her claws & wings to fit, to blend, to paint her reds a dull blue as to vanish into the muted colors of a far too expensive hotel . small cuts & fading bruises is what meant to suffer for your art, & would anyone see her work for the beauty she had made of it, perhaps her ache wouldn't be a point of pride . albert wesker has sheltered himself from pain such that he is no longer human, & in this as in everything else ada wong is his polar opposite . humanity is something of a virtue, & maybe she is foolish to think it so, but when she looks at him she sees how easy it was to throw away . it's why they are stuck together now like two rowdy children who don't get along, a mutual employer hoping they would keep each other in check on their playground, & that a spy who loves to tattle will let them in on the designs of their most unpredictable pawn .

“ —doesn't it ? ” her mind is awash with all the little ways to pick & prod, with a self-satisfied smile & a roll of her shoulder aimed in his direction . the safety of a public setting & the courage from the drug coursing through her veins lets her annoy at her leisure, & ada will make every second torture with the confidence she is far too good at her job not to excuse her nuisance . “ i thought i was daddy's favorite, you dress like black ops but you're better on comms . surprised you haven't blown our cover . ” she has scrutinized every step that has led him to this corner of the ballroom, read his lips & noted down the generic platitudes used to excuse himself from any fruitful conversation, like the slithering thing he is, all for a report that won't please the organization . “ it's sheryl li, by the way . ” ada leans in a bit closer, stressing her cover as if she is pressing the tip of a pen into his shin . a reference she is sure he wouldn't get . “ corporate representative of amgen inc. in case you've forgotten, i'm not just gonna to yell your name into a crowded room . ”

she disengages, turning her attention to the people mingling far away, rolling her wrist to swirl the champagne before taking another sip, when her index finger slips off the glass to pick from the crowd . “ i wouldn't judge, all i'm doing is fitting in . ” her hand begins to dance as she gets to show off her observation skills, pointing at each subject as she begins her list . “ kellner & his wife are on a little bit of speed, the busser brought it to them from the hotel's own supply, they'd be too antisocial otherwise . jakabovič doesn't go anywhere without his vitamin k . agrofret shot up heroin in the parking lot, saw him as i was walking in, guy didn't even blink . ” rather lazily her eyes turn back to wesker, smugness tugging at her lips .

“ they have no shame, why should i ? ”

out of the shadows and into an endless night of drunken sycophants sidling up to their respective benefactors— albert is no stranger to doing his own field work; if one wants something done properly, one must see to it himself, after all. but as a dead man, it has been unwise to practice more than hissing orders from behind a screen.

he makes his way around the grand ballroom, conversing where needed. nodding his ascent, yes of course do tell me more, flashing a tightlipped smile that barely conceals his contempt from anyone who would care to look a little closer— though, of course, no one does. albert can play charming when he wants, if he wants, though it’s with all the practiced ease of a seasoned stage actor and easy to pick apart if the audience is privy to the illusion. this was the sort of life he was born into, after all, a mirror world of what could have been had he not been plucked from its banality and thrust onto the long and arduous path towards his true purpose.

it disgusts him.

the untouched flute of champagne cradled in his hand is growing warm, so the course of his mingling finds him back at the outskirts of all the splendor, to a decorative plant where albert has been tipping wine into the pot nearly every hour he’s been here. as he looks up to survey the crowd, his eyes catch ada’s in the reflection of her mirror.

speaking of disgust— they've spotted each other, which means it's too late to pretend she doesn't exist, much to albert's dismay.

“ you may find this shocking, miss wong, “ albert says her name with a particular droning nasality which is the only thing he spares solely for her, “ but the world— and certainly not my comings and goings— does not revolve around you. “ a trite rebuttal, he knows, but it isn’t as though ada, of all people, deserves the best of his wit. 

albert regards her with a dull denigration, like he might a stain on a nice dress shirt, or a scuff on his pristinely polished shoes. inconsequential, but disruptive nonetheless. the finger in her mouth would almost seem childlike to him if not for the wideness of her pupils. the blank indifference of his expression breaks with his upper lip curling into a sneer. 

“ in public? really? “ he makes a mental note to see if he can pull CCTV footage from the night, add it to his seemingly ever-growing pile of reasons ada is unprofessional, unfit. “ you couldn’t even make it to the ladies’ room first? “

[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @j0ysticks .

there's  a  silence  as  he  marches  along,  not  really  paying  much  attention  to  the  other  that  was  walking  alongside  him.  he  never  really  cared  for  idle  conversation  or  saying  too  much.  there  was  no  need  to  really  talk,  anyway.  after  all,  it  wasn't  words  from  mandalorians  that  people  wanted.  it  was  what  they  could  do.

besides,  no  one  needed  to  know  about  grogu.  and  he'd  prefer  to  keep  it  that  way.

❝  unless  you  know  your  way  around  a  ship  to  help  fix  it,  i'd  say  to  go  about  your  way.  ❞  he  replies  without  answering  her  question.  his  ship  needed  fixing  --  and  he  was  well  away  from  the  nearest  person  he  trusts  it  with.  he  had  just  finished  picking  up  scrap  that  had  fallen  away  from  it.  it  was  going  to  take  a  bit  for  him  to  do  the  needed  repairs  himself.

[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @felonkitty .

there's  a  frown  that  goes  unseen  from  the  back  of  his  helmet.  the  mandalorian  never  really  had  trouble  dealing  with  contracts  and  targets.  but,  still  --  that  didn't  mean  that  the  job  couldn't  get  rough.  it  was  especially  tough  when  you  tried  to  keep  someone  safe.

he  was  meant  to  kill  --  and  here  he  was  ;  trying  to  save  people .  not  really  what  he  thought  when  he  took  the  creed.

❝  i'm  fine.  nothing  to  worry  about.    ❞  his  voice  was  strained  slight  pain  in  his  voice.  though,  he  didn't  show  it  in  posture  despite  the  blood  staining  his  armor.

[yngai]

in their hands is a nondescript box, sleek black. no wrapping paper, gift tag crudely attached, with the “to:” ﹠ “from:” labels neatly crossed out. instead, its symmetrical, architect’s handwriting derisively reads: for spain, xoxoxo. without fanfare, he shoves it into her hands—forgive the bloody fingerprints, but it blends seamlessly into the glossy finish of the box, anyway. flatly, “consider my debt repaid.” ﹠, after a pause that could be labeled almost whimsical, they are unable to strip the sneer from their voice, “happy holidays.”

unprompted ,  always  accepting .

a pleasant hum dances its way to their ear,  it tugs at the edge of her lips,  her eyes light up .  a practised performance that should sound familiar,  “  thought we were even .  ”  a fondness that tilts her head,  flutters her lashes,  that same echo in how she says his name whenever they cross paths;  there is only one variation of ada wong that is reserved for leon s. kennedy & it is the persona she has acclimatised herself to,  all the little intricacies of the elusive spy that formed when there was nothing else to hang onto .  perhaps this was her at her most earnest,  her approximation of it,  wearing the same mask she does for everyone else,  the one that served her well in spain .  an improvement over the cracks from which she bleed through all those years ago,  desperate & wounded,  with leon offering their hand & her taking it so that she may let it go .

maybe they still resent her for it,  the lie of their shared past & her gamble in spain .  a stage set with all the actors in place & her directing their dance until the curtain call,  ada wong swooping in at the last minute to claim the audience’s applause all for herself .  maybe she should be careful with this gift,  whatever contents lay within .  leon is not above hidden trackers or surprise features,  whether he is a player or a pawn,  he does not make it easy for his strings to be pulled .  she makes a mental note to clean it later,  run a few tests,  but for now,  she appreciates the simple beauty of red on black .

the box is brought up to her ear,  gloved fingers in a light grip as she shakes it twice,  one eyebrow raised that mocks her own gesture .  the shape & diameter already revealed its contents,  it didn’t need an educated guess,  “  sunglasses ?  ”  to make up for the pair she threw away back in salazar’s castle,  the flash a parting gift for their reunion .  nothing she couldn’t get on her own & she was more than glad to rid herself of the impracticality of another pair of eyes peering through her own,  but this was about the gesture itself,  a symbol to cover what always betrays,  

her eyes,  windows to her soul,  dark pearls that speak when she doesn’t mean to,  whisper her intent & he has seen them up close too many times  [even now,  their glint is of pity,  not affection] .  it was why she was meant for the stage,  not the screen,  where the audience is too far away to notice all the imperfections of her act & ada averts her gaze,  covering it with a few strands of hair by darting her head to the side .  she looks at leon like one might a broken wind-up toy,  just turn the key & watch them go,  never in the same direction twice,  sometimes stumbling but never giving up,  not until the mechanism has stopped .  he knows it well,  that there is someone else in the driver’s seat & that it was the same for her,  it’s why their personas clash so often .  what is the point of one mirror reflecting another ?  just to glance at infinity,  see nothing but repetition ?

“  you really shouldn’t have,  but⸺  ”  the case vanishes into the pockets of her designer coat .  she trades grace for cheer & brings her free hand up to cup their jaw,  fingers tapping against his rugged edges .  “  thanks,  i’ll owe you one for next time,  leon .  ”  however close she may have felt,  there is distance now & she is back to playing her game .  ada slides her fingers away & she walks to his side,  turning her head back for a few final words,

“  see you around .  ”