#but he's still extremely vigilant of when you might leave again. he doesn't bring it up to you but he's always watching.

[seoafin]

is there anything you can tell us about the alucard fic? no pressure to post!

yeahh!!!!

in my fic i think alucard is understandably hurt by your sudden disappearance. he spends the next 200 years thinking you abandoned him, while simultaneously grieving your death and nursing a bitterness, torn by desire and a betrayal he thinks he has no right to feel. you were never his. he entertained thoughts of you staying but he never expected it. yet it hurt more than he anticipated. he literally puts himself to sleep because he can't deal with it lmfao. during the reunion scene in nocturne he's surprised by how quickly it all melts away. every single horrible feeling. he's still in love with you. he feels like the fumbling dhampir who had watched you take the flowers he had gotten you, breath bated. you're alive. and you don't look a single day older than the last time he saw you, bathed in moonlight on his bed. he's confused. but also still down crazy bad. i think once you tell him the truth about everything he very very very very reluctantly accepts it (he'll find you in the future aka during his fbi agent era). the conversation is predated by a very uncomfortable conversation where you have to tell him that you're leaving. again. (after he tells you that he'll never forgive you if you leave him again and/or turn you into a vampire if you die). anyway after you leave, all alucard wants is to go to sleep until he can meet you in the future. but people keep on making him wake up to defeat world ending evil smh. (he can't meet you if the world ends before then right?)

[ch4rryc0smos]

LEAVE EVERYTHING THAT IS WORTH A SINGLE CENT / AND TAKE ME INSTEAD / PRAYING TO WHATEVER IS IN HEAVEN ! — FEMALE ROBBERY | THE NEIGHBOURHOOD.

── . ✧ ❝ S O L E I L V I E L L A - E I R I A N . ❞

✸ — xlvii | cancer | infj | british-french ⏳

appearance ; [naturally ivory] olive-tanned skin, mole under right corner of her bottom lip, freckles on their back obscured by whip marks and scars, jade green eyes, 5'10 [178 cm], athletic but sleeper build, dimples when they smile, dimples on their back, long & wavy ombre [brown-blonde] hair.

beliefs ; if something is meant for someone, it will find them itself. do not let others deter you, they're not the ones that linger, ever. self sufficiency is one of the most, if not the most important virtue to survival, no matter what happens.

⋆ ─ the world is far from white and black, and sometimes the differences between greys is subtle. ⋆ ─ karma is real, you reap what you sow, so play it safe; or don't, but be ready for any consequences that might be thrown your way.

personality ; cerebral, vigilant, fast learner & notices changes very easily, gentle, a bit guarded off, selfless, observant, diligent, meticulous, collected, intuitive, charismatic, nurturing.

positive traits ; compassionate, selfless, empathetic, kind, voice of reason, accountable, notices other's emotions & fluctuations in behaviour[s], stealthy.

negative traits ; anxious, bottles up her emotions, skeptic [has trust issues], struggles with boundaries, overworks, cares too hard, doesn't share a lot, far too independent.

quirks ; fidgets when distracted | looks away when nervous | bounces from heel to heel when waiting in queues | gets quieter when she's thinking too much | has an oral fixation | tilts her head when she's focusing.

likes ; nature, psychology, sociology, anthropology, freedom of speech, anarchy, deep conversations, late-night car rides, coffee, biology [many branches of it], museums, gardens, aquariums, deers, whales, art of living, biochemical engineering, journalism, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira & luis serra.

dislikes ; arthropods, heights, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, extreme temperatures, snobby people, arrogance, dishonesty, being under pressure, confrontation, disorganised places, being treated like a slave, being belittled and invalidated, disrespect.

deepest secrets ; wants to be free again and see a world that isn't tainted by humanity's selfish greed to be on the top of everything. at heart, they want nothing more than to be free and to have saved those that she cared about.

⋆ ─ at some point in her life, all she wanted was to be a biochemical engineer and speak publicly about how the government fooled society. ⋆ ─ at some point, they just wanted a family and a husband, nothing more, just a simple life.

── . ✧ ❝ B A C K S T O R Y . ❞

NOTHING comes easy in life, and soleil viella-eirian learnt that the hard way. she doesn't exactly remember when she moved to racoon city, but she still thinks that was the end of the beginning; that's where her downfall began. and a part of it will always blame her father, and whatever affiliation he had with albert wesker.

growing up in the family they did, she always envisioned herself going into biochemical engineering, being a great scientist, chemist, whatever it was, and bringing some sort of change to this otherwise complacent and dormant world, like it's a virus, and she'd become the cure. but if she really thinks about it, it's no more than the blur it always has been.

before america, it was london, scotland, and france, and the minutes in between where she'd lay down on her bed and one day hope to do nothing more than actually settle down for once, a thought that seemed so distant, and still does some days. she grew up with the name of umbrella corporation at the tip of her tongue, always, a sacred liberty granted to her father, a privilege in the small city he'd come to reside in.

she reckons she doesn't have the right to complain, she grew up with good education, a roof over her head, and silence from their parents, nothing to disrupt the peaceful haven racoon city should've been became for them. they passed high school with valedictorian, if they remember correctly, and her friends were overjoyed for her, at least the ones that had the decency to act like they were happy for her, and didn't laugh about her cursing in french under her breath when she got mad.

throughout her childhood and university years, she spent time at campus, away from home, or whatever it became, and at the headquarters of umbrella corporation, her father trying to train her into becoming the perfect poster girl for them, and also their most valuable weapon. but she had other plans, she would go on to become the greatest biochemical engineer the world had seen, and the most known public activist america would see in the near future. the world was in shambles and she wanted to be the one to start a new era of change.

she thinks that's where they saw her as their perfect little weapon, something they could destroy, but something that could destroy too. she was the perfect prodigy, still shining in university as she planned to get her dual degrees; biochemical engineering, and communication. she got the first, even managed to finish her PhD in biochemical engineering, and was getting her second in communications. for once in her life, she thought she would do something, when she was away from home for more often, wasn't being asked to look at weird looking micro-organisms and overhearing jokes about how she'd be injected with them.

being at university was the breath of fresh air she desperately needed, until it wasn't. until every other day, someone disappeared, and more diseases spread, until there was an outbreak, and what to her, was an apocalypse. and suddenly her father wants her back, needs her to become the next scientist for the corporation, needs her to hide something from the government. and yet, her disdain for their government could never overpower their disdain for their father.

that's the week they became a rogue, previously with ties with the government because of their mother, and ties to the corporation because of their father, they became a rogue vigilante, an agent of sorts, trying to bring change, and capture proof, and evidence, and do all that they could with what they knew. with that half-written thesis that would probably never see the light of day.

quite often they'd find themselves pondering, wondering about if they could actually bring some change alone, if they could always stay a rogue and make their rogue status into something more.

it was one of those faithful days they infiltrated the umbrella corporation branch they knew by heart, treading through the ruined halls, broken down, gurgles surrounding their every movement. and she knows, soleil knows she won't ever forget the feeling of running out of ammo and realising she didn't bring enough extra. the feeling of scrambling through the building, feeling the pitifully slow, but terrifying footsteps of the infected getting closer with every breath, and having to resort to killing them.

she didn't think twenty would be anything like this, but here she was. it was that night, that she met him. she met a blond man, with exhaustion etched into his features, and too many hours of lost sleep and not nearly enough experience in the way he moved, but the softness of a human who actually cared in the way his hands cradled her face. and that one night, she let him.

or maybe a few nights. maybe to the point that she'd know his name was leon kennedy. and she misses the way his stupid giggles felt against her back when they'd be hiding away in the dark, and when his hands would feel when they held her tight against him as if he was scared to lose her. he was the first to make her feel wanted, and she never wanted to let it go.

soleil never wanted to let go of his insistent questions, and his begging; him asking her to join as an agent to the government, become an fbi agent, anything to keep him company because god knows how long it's been since he last had someone that wasn't a dead body on him. and who was she to deny him that.

who was she to deny him a pair of lips and stolen moments when they didn't matter.

── . ✧ ❝ C U R R E N T . ❞

MANY years it's been since then, since the night she met leon kennedy, but soleil had to give it to him, he sure had a mouth on him. and he convinced her. she's lost count of the days since she'd become one of the most, if not the most esteemed agent of the government, with that sweet mouth and those glinting eyes, perfect to convince the opposition, and coax them into spilling all of their details, her specialty.

and she knows leon loves her for it too. loves the mouth on her that only he knows like it's his salvation. and he loves everything about her. but no one outside of their small circle of friends knows it. even the government, especially the government, they're the last ones that should know the woman who retrieved the cure is the same one who made leon, one of their most renowned agents, almost lose his life for them. and yet, he'd do it again, for her, anything for her.

they're also growing older, not just soleil, but also him, and they're getting less naive, less reckless, but more restless. every mission leon goes on, they accompany him, because they ground him. he turns to look at them, and all at once; he stops overthinking when their eyes meet his.

and yet, when they run into ada, he embraces her the way he does them. no, they're not jealous, they've never been, but it's in this moment, early thirties, late twenties, hell, they don't remember their age anymore, but it's in that moment that they realise that if there's something going on between them and leon, she wants him to herself. and he realises the same night when she's not melting into him the way she had for the past few years. and when he realises, he knows he won't let that happen. his lips are persistent as they press into every bit of skin he knows and can feel in the dark.

when he next takes her along to rescue ashley, his voice is quiet as he reassures her of the things she won't ever say. he tells her, again and again, that if there's anyone he's choosing, it's her, only her. and she still thinks the words linger, even after nine years, even though he's thirty six, and he still wakes up every morning to her in his arms, she thinks about the words like they might've not been true.

but leon kennedy will not let that slide, and even at forty something, he makes her the centre of his world again, even when the world's going to shit, he's got her, and she's got him.

sometimes the world goes quiet when they look at each other, and they think it'll be okay, even if they've spent their whole life working on it.

maybe soleil is enough for leon, and there's nothing else they need, and maybe her quiet whispers in french are his undoing, and will always be.

── . ✧ appears in wires [wip], leaving tonight [wip]

★ ; i'm finally back, i missed being here, doing things. hopefully i'll be working on three other s/i intro posts sometime soon, if not that, at least some writing for leon and her. as for the age, i'm taking it as them still aging, not just what leon's age was in re6 !! that's why it's the way it is, she also uses she/they, hence the ping pong i was playing with pronouns <3

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