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0kayblue · 2 years ago

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Do You Still Love Me?

A cozy little cabin is where you find a typewriter and relief.

(Part I) (Part III)

Main character relations: Leon Kennedy x reader

Word Count: 4k (a little over)

More suffocating angst. Hurt with no real comfort.

A/N: Y’all twisted my arm and I have lost sleep over this. It is very hard to go to work with only four hours of sleep. Regardless though, thank you for your praise on ‘Do You Still Love Him?’ My heart reaches out to all of you and I hope you enjoy! <3 Also this was all completely uploaded on my phone so please forgive my errors!! @xpipixd @ovrparty @azznina @dargoww

Leon's legs were growing increasingly heavy as he ran. The ground was reduced to a thick mud that tried to adhere his feet to it.

“Leon! Cabin!” You yelled right on his tail as you pointed to the shabby nearly dry rotted small log cabin. Both of you nearly out of ammo and at your wits end as a group of zombie cultists weren’t too far behind you.

“Right!” That final bubble of adrenal bursting sends a chill wave through his blood stream as he pushes onward. His side makes rough contact with a surprisingly sturdy door, forcing it open. “Quick!” He nearly chokes on the word as he ushers you in. Fear starts to settle as it works its way up his throat.

As you make your way into the cabin you make a beeline to the window adjacent to the door. Searching for something to put in front of it. He slams the door shut and you muster all the strength you have to push a disregarded book shelf in front of it. You glance around the room and see a dresser towards the center of the room, “Leon, block the door with that!” Your words come out quick, and stiff, and a little bitchy; but they make him move.

With your task complete you see a disregarded table with a typewriter on it and go to pull it off while beginning to catch your breath. Your head starts to feel fuzzy as you gasp for breath. You weren’t a full time field agent and it is becoming more present with each passing second why you weren’t. This shit terrified you and stuck to your core like black tar.

“Give me that.” He pulled you away from your train of thought as he took the heavy and oddly shaped typewriter from your hands. You couldn’t form a word of protest as much as you wanted too. You just put your attention back on the table as you flipped it up and pushed against the only other visible window in the one room cabin. You moved over to start grabbing the chairs to put against the table as reinforcements; but Leon just raised a hand telling you not to make any more movements. He easily picked them up and did what you set out to do.

Once he was done he just stared at them, his back to you. Now that he was done running, now that he was somewhere hidden, now that you were out of the direct path of harm's deathly clutches; rage finally began to settle in his system. His blood boiling as his hands clenched into fist and his shoulders began to shake with an unbridled rage. “What are you doing here?” He asked slowly, his tone cold and unforgiving.

“Helping.” A one word answer that didn’t satisfy him or yourself. Truth be told you were frightened to say more; in all the years that you have known Leon you have never seen him this enraged. You have never felt this heat of anger off of him until now.

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Helping?” He turned to you, “I didn’t want your help. I said no.” He started to approach you, the sound of his heavy footsteps imprinting themselves in your mind. “I gave that husband of yours one job. One.” He raised a finger before his hand found his side again.

“Do not blame Bill for any of this.” You were quick to Bill’s defense as heat blossomed from your chest. His anger made its way to you as your body stiffened, “You needed the help back there, Kennedy. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

He shut his eyes as his lips pinched into a thin line. You knew the effects of calling him by his last name did to him. He took in a deep breath before opening his eyes and as they trapped yours he sighed, “How did you get here?”

“Same way you did. I drove. Ingrid gave-.”

“Hunnigan got you in on this too? Jesus H. Christ.” He was in a sense of disbelief. He thought when he gave Ingrid the out and the coordinates to your cabin that you both would be out of this until it was clear. Hindsight is 20/20 though and he never knew better.

“Yes, she is. We all are!”

“We?”

“We. Me, Ingrid, and a couple of trusted colleagues.” You admitted, knowing how it sounded.

“A couple? I got the one trusted colleague.”

“Don’t start. I have it under control.” You broke eye contact with him, feeling immensely guilty. “Ingrid trusts them and so do I. We need as many hands as we can get right now.” You were right and he knew it, he just had a hard time coming to terms with no matter how he looked at this he couldn’t get it done with just the best of the best.

“And none of them were field agents? None of them could take your place?” The words fell from his lips revealing how shattered he was. The weight of exhaustion weighing heavily upon his shoulders.

“No.” Your eyes met him again, “It was a last resort. I know I have limited experience and I know I work better from the sky, but I’m the best shot right now. It’s pathetic and I’m well aware of that fact; but if it makes you feel better I was supposed to be meeting Chris. Not you.” He raised an eyebrow, “Ingrid assumed you went with Claire to the west and sent Chris north. I guess we should’ve known better, you field agents never put the right tracking equipment on.” You chuckled trying to lighten the mood and it worked a little bit as you caught a glimpse of a small smile. You knew he was mad and you knew that the last thing he wanted to deal with was you. Painting yourself a burden on his shoulders, making him have to deal with you again.

“(Y/N)?” Ingrid’s voice broke up, but still cut through your ear piece.

“Ingrid.” You said, forcing the cheap equipment further into your ear. “I’m here. Ingrid?”

“Got ya.” Ingrid said as the quality cleared, “It’s been three hours.”

“I know. Ran into a speed bump that thickened our plot.” You said looking at the military grade watch on your wrist. “From the looks of it the DSO decided they weren’t completely against bioweapons.”

“I guess it doesn’t surprise me. Have you met up with Chris?” You studied Leon’s face hesitating on what was the best answer here. Tell her the truth and in the process telling Bill the truth as well, or keeping your mouth shut. You looked away from Leon and to the barricaded door.

“Yes. I’m with Chris now bunkered down in some abandoned cabin. Any luck reaching Claire?” Your free arm wrapped around your waist as you bit your lip. The guilt of your white lie is already upsetting your stomach. Leon wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t. He knows better.

“Unfortunately, no.” She sighed as her fingers worked on a bubble gum pink mini HP. “I’m doing the best with what I’ve got. But, there is good news on the horizon, our culprit is closer than we think. I believe if you and Chris keep moving you’ll meet them before they dock and get the jump on them before they know what hits them.”

“Do we have any time to spare? Chris is a little worse for wear and I would rather go into this with him on better terms.” Leon bit his tongue, you could not be worried about him right now.

Ingrid raised a brow at your question and hesitantly said, “Safe to assume ten hours, nine to be on the safe side.”

“Good, that’ll give us enough time to see if we can reach Claire on the same shitty equipment we have.”

“Agreed. If you could catch them and get them to turn around and meet you there it would put you ahead of schedule.” Neither you or Ingrid could fight the little victorious smile on your faces. You nearly forgot how good you were at this.

“Alright, I’m going silent. I’ll catch you when I get us through or when we hit the road. Out.” “Talk to you then. Out.” You took the ear piece out of your ear as you turned to Leon, your smile now grown.

“We’ve got time and a damn good chance of a good ending.” The hopeful optimism brought the color back to your face and made his chest swell as he returned your smile. Lord knows he needed to smile and needed a break. “So here’s what we are going to do; you are going to give me your earpiece and I am going to try and get Claire or Chris on the other end while you take that bed and rest.” You said gesturing to the twin sized bed in the far right corner of the room.

“Rest? You can’t-.”

“I am. This place is boarded up and we will be better off in the long run if you are charged up a bit.” He rolled his eyes as his hands found his hips, while you walked up to him. “I’m not saying you have to fall asleep, but just take a moment. You have the time, use it.” You begged him as you went and carefully took his ear piece out of his ear, “I’ll keep watch.”

He sighed, “Fifteen minutes.”

“Three hours, got it.”

“One hour.”

“Two.”

He didn’t say another word, just turned and headed for the bed. He hit the bed lightly as a puff of dust floated off of it and into the air. He let out a short cough before going back to try and get off as much dust as he could. As he took a seat he noted a little victorious grin on your face before you sat on the floor, tucking his ear piece into your ear.

He picked up the pillow wanting to say something but lacking the words. He was everywhere at the moment. He was still utterly pissed that you were here, he was still full of fear from barely being able to escape the horde of undead soldiers, he was still so mad at himself for getting you involved; but yet he was over the moon with joy that he could talk to you, be in same room as you, smile with you. It was selfish and cruel to crave you so.

As he grabbed the pillow he shook it, trying his best to make it look clean enough to convince himself it was clean enough to rest on. Setting it back down he laid down, the bed creaking as he did so. He once again took a deep breath in and out, focusing on the various aches he felt all over. His eyes closed as he tried to settle into the mattress. It didn’t work as he opened them and turned his head to look at you.

“Claire? Chris? Redfields, do you copy?”

“I’ve tried a million times.” He confessed, he hasn’t tried since stepping foot in this cabin.

“I’ll try a million and one.” He let out a short laugh. “Rest.” You pressed him again.

“Can’t.” Leon said just to get under your skin.

“You haven’t tried.” You turned your body just enough to send him a short glare. “I have work to do.” You said, turning back to face the window while you fidgeted with the smart device in your hand. Leon just smirked as he shut his eyes again, trying to rest for your sake.

He laid there with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands folded and resting on his stomach for a good fifteen minutes. Switching between listening to you call out for the Redfield siblings and your fidgeting on the floor as you tried to get comfortable. As he went to sit up he was stopped by the sound of a low hum starting to come from you. For a minute he was scared that you had eyes in the back of your head that knew his next move; but then your hum continued into a melody. A sweet soft melody that he could swear he’s heard everyday for the countless days that he’s spent away from you. A song that was constantly stuck in the back of his head that he would hum or sing along too just to comfort himself when the bottle didn’t do the trick or he had reached the end of it. For the first time in days he truly relaxed against the ancient mattress that he laid on. His eyes remained shut, his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep. Dreaming that the sound was closer, that you were closer.

You’ve been rotating between sitting on the floor and standing for two hours while Leon snored softly. A soft smile plastered to your face, he still made you feel like this. You should hate him and part of you does, but the majority of you feels differently. He broke your heart so bad that you never thought you would get over it, and you haven’t. You just moved forward. What were you supposed to do? He had proven to you that you weren’t enough. That you could give it all up and you still couldn’t deliver. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe it was always destined to be this way, but whatever it was it hurt. It penetrated your heart and twisted itself-infecting itself in you - and it nearly consumed you. Yet, you still felt bad for screaming at him until your throat was too dry to speak another word.

“Chris? Claire? Please.” You sighed, “Redfield.” You pushed the ear piece further into your ear while you were greeted to the sound of static. “Dammit.” Your arms flying out from you in frustration. You looked over to Leon who was still asleep, thankful for not waking him.

You wondered if he slept enough. It was always something he was terrible at doing. He constantly pushes himself to the edge and beyond and you remember having to beg him to come to bed. To you it was a lot of begging, to him he caved rather easily. Looking for an excuse to have you wrapped up in his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. He made you feel safe, he always has.

You and Leon meddled together so perfectly and effortlessly that it made you question every thought that you had ever had about love before meeting him. That maybe the general population was on to something when it came to the craziest four letter word that meant the world to everyone.

That’s when the question crossed your mind again. For the first time since your wedding night you wondered, did you feel that way about Bill? You bit your lip and started to pace back and forth. You shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, you told yourself you wouldn’t ever think about it again. You felt a blanket of shame cover you as you pushed the ear piece back further into your ear.

“Claire Redfield, do you copy?” You asked, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Hello?” It was quiet and you barely heard it, but it was there. It was Claire. You quickly readjusted the frequency on your smart device and tried again.

“Claire Redfield, do you copy?”

Silence.

“I copy.” You opted for a sigh of relief over a squeal of joy.

“It’s (Y/N). How well can you hear me? Over.”

“(Y/N)! Boy am I glad to hear from you!” Claire rejoiced loudly as she looked over to her brother. He smiled before looking back to the road and blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“You won’t be when I tell you to turn around.” You laughed, trying to keep a sense of humor.

“What? Why?”

“Hunnigan has informed me that their location has changed. They’ll be docking at Port Sutton in less than thirteen hours. If my GPS is right you should be able to make it in four hours, just beating Leon and I there by fifteen minutes.”

“You’re with Leon?” Claire asked, stumbling over the words. Leon mentioned the encounter to the two of them briefly. It was enough for them to know it was intense and left Leon in a mixture of anger and depression.

“Yeah, I was supposed to be with your brother. But let’s not worry about it right now. I’ll have to teach you guys how to read at a later date.” Your teasing was met with a sarcastic laugh. “I’ll send you the exact coordinates and hopefully you’ll receive them if the connection stays strong enough.” You were quick to send them the information and crossed your fingers hoping that it got to them.

“Got it. We’ll see you there. Out.”

“I will see you there. Out.” You switched channels quickly and then called for Ingrid.

“Here.” She confirmed her presence as her eyes served as windows for her brain to absorb the information she was reading.

“I got into contact with Claire and sent out the information they needed. It took me long enough though.”

“Good. That cabin is still holding up?” She asked.

“Luckily.”

“How’s Chris?”

“Good.” Your stomach tightened, “He’s good. Sleeping.”

“When will you both start moving?”

“A few hours. He needs this more than you know.” Ingrid picked up on the high pitch in your tone, confirming her suspicions. “How’s Sydney?”

“Bill just put her to bed.”

“How’s Bill?”

“Good. He’s worried, but I keep assuring him you’re fine. You’re with Chris.” She put heavy emphasis on Chris’s name, telling you that she knew you were with Leon. She knew you were lying.

“Right.” A frown tugged deeper into the corners of your mouth. You yawned and lightly scratched your scalp, “Alright, I’m going to go. I will contact you when we hit the ground running. Out.” You didn’t let Ingrid confirm her leave as you took the ear piece out of your ear. Unable to take her chastising right now. She knew you were weak.

You grew increasingly frustrated with yourself as you went and fixed one of the chairs to where you could sit comfortably.

A mix of emotions pooling in your stomach as you sat there. Anxiety, disgust, and confusion mixed with bile as it worked its way up your throat; your stomach full of guilt for being relieved that you found Leon instead of Chris.

You loved Bill. You really really loved Bill. You loved your daughter more than anything even though you weren’t tied to her by blood. You loved the life you had grown into. Yet, there was still something missing. Something that kept you below the waves, kept you cold, kept you quiet. With an exhausted sigh the palms of your hands found your face.

“Fuck.” You mumbled as you sniffed, trying not to cry. You’ve cried too much and you don't want to cry anymore. Bringing your knees to your chest you realized how cold you were. Your joints ache and your fingers burnt as you wrap them around your legs. You squeezed the rough fabric of your pants as you took in a sharp breath. Unoccupied hands allowed your thoughts to settle. “Fuck.” You mumble again, biting your lip.

Just as the damn was about to break you heard Leon groan, causing you to shoot up. Your feet hit the floor as you were quick to his bedside. You looked at him cautiously as his face scrunched in discomfort. As it relaxed the effect of time making itself present on his face. He has aged right along with you- and in your opinion time was kinder to him than you. You both were still so young, yet you felt like you looked closer to your eighties than your thirties. You went to brush some of his hair out of his eye but stopped halfway there. Your hand lingering, too afraid to take the leap forward.

Leon grunted before letting out a whimper that you knew was pain. Your hand found his shoulder unable to watch the mental effects of his nightmare on his face.

“Leon.” You shook him lightly, “Leon, wake up.” Your tone is gentle but still as firm as you could make it. “Le-.”

You were cut short as his hand found your wrist in a tight grip as his eyes shot open, his body ready to fight. In the milliseconds that it took for him to realize the situation and the look of fear on your face caused his grip to lighten. “You’re okay, just a nightmare.” You cooed. Not fearful of him, fearful for him. Leon started to breath as he subconsciously let go of your wrist and sandwiched his fingers between yours holding your hand. You tethered him to Earth as he avoided your eye contact.

“You’re freezing.” He pointed out to you as his eyes remained glued to the wooden floor. He squeezed your hand slightly and you returned the gesture. The lack of your wedding band nearly caused him to forget his place.

“I know. This place isn’t exactly heated.” You smiled trying to joke with him. Trying to give him a sign to trust you. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leon shut his eyes and shook his head. He didn’t want to imagine your lifeless body again.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“About two and half hours.” The confession comes out slow, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset at you. He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Did you get into contact with Claire or Chris?”

“Yes. It took awhile, but I got them. I sent the coordinates to them and they should be on the right track to meet us there.” You looked at him, wanting him to look back at you. “We can start moving if you want, but we have time to spare if you’d like to just breathe. We’d be on the earlier side of things if we leave.” You gave him his options and as he weighed them your hand finally found its way to his hair. Your mind and body give to him in his time of discomfort.

He forgets himself as he looks at you, his body heating at the gentle lingering contact with you. A familiar tingle working its way up his spine, “Breathe.” He answers and a sad little smile finds your face as the softness of his hair threads through your fingers.

“Okay, then we breathe. No rush.” You soothed.

“You’re freezing.” He repeated, wanting to soothe you just as you soothe him. He stood and pulled back the thin blanket as he got up, not letting go of your hand as your other hand fell from his head. “We need to get you warmed up.”

“Leon.” You protested, having no faith in the blanket.

“Please.” He pleaded, he did as you wanted and now it was your turn. You sighed letting go of his hand and crawling into the bed. You pulled the blanket over you still cold.

“There.” You went to get back up but he stopped you as his hand found your shoulder.

“Wait.” His tone telling you to stay as he went to the dresser and opened the drawers looking for something, anything to help keep you warm. The search was useless though as he just found a couple worn out old books and disregarded water damaged paper. He sighed as he got up and made his way back to you. There was nothing and as he heard the slight chatter of your teeth as a cold chill ran up your spine he was out of options. He made his way back to you as his eyes softened, “Scoot over.” You raised an eyebrow but did as he said. The bed creaked in uncertainty, unsure if the dry rot of the wood would support the both of you. Miracles happen everyday though as it remained strong and Leon pulled you into his chest. Your whole body heated as he held you firmly against him. You breathed him in and found a safe haven in his arms. You relaxed quickly against him as your arms found their way to his sides, the palms of your hands pushing him closer to you as they rested against the firmness of his back.

“Warm.” You said against the fabric of his shirt, your eyes closing. He smiled warmly as he ran a hand up and down your back. He felt as if he was on cloud nine as he began to feel that same joy again as you rested against. Your frame fits so perfectly against him even after all this time. There was a sliver of him that feared you wouldn’t, that you had grown too accustomed to the feel of someone else. But you hadn’t, you were still made for him.

He breathed you in as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You smelt the same, you felt the same, and it nearly made him cry. He hoped with every fiber of his being that he soothes you the way you soothe him. As your body relaxes he finds relief against you. Forgiveness nearly makes him weep as his grip on you tightness, not wanting to leave this moment. Selfishly he wants to run from this with you, he wants to truly apologize to you. He wants to make up for lost time. He wants you completely, wholly, selfishly.

“Why?” You ask and as the question falls from your lips he realizes he’s too late.

“I didn’t want you to change for me. I didn’t want you to marry me because you felt like you had too.”

“You asked me and I said yes. I was ready. I was tired. I wanted you.” You buried your head into his chest as your shoulders jolted upward, muffling the sound of a hic. Warm tears piercing the fabric of his shirt.

“I couldn’t bring myself to believe otherwise. You always spoke of never wanting a family, never wanting to settle, and I couldn’t be the one to force you into something you didn’t really want.” His heart shattered as he strung together words that only made sense to him. Tears silently and slowly falling from his own eyes.

“I wanted you so bad. I wanted a life with you so bad that settling down felt like the only thing I had ever wanted.” Your fingers dug into his back and his heart shattered. “I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.” Your screams muffled by his chest as he was reduced to dust as he held you against him. You were so mad, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Your lies came out broken as you sobbed against him. His hand intertwined with your hair as he scratched your scalp lightly, trying to comfort you. He placed a firm kiss on your head as he sniffed.

His fault, it was all his fault and there was no one to blame but himself. He could’ve had it all and saved himself so much time, if he just would’ve taken the leap of faith that his heart had told him to take. He wouldn’t be here struggling to keep the broken bits together.

As your sobbing subsided you tried to catch your breath while still remaining glued to him. Your eyes heavy and weak as you tried to bring yourself to pry yourself away from him.

You were successful as you sat up with regret, knowing that you will never hold Leon like that again. He refused to let you go though as he held your left hand, his thumb ghosting by your bare ring finger. Wishing that the ring he got you was there and not the imprint of the one Bill gave you. You dreamed with him while you wiped your eyes and tried to piece yourself together. You had to finish this for your daughter. You had to finish this for your husband. It was time to say goodbye, but time didn’t exist in this cabin. This broken cabin that held the only person that could make home anywhere.

“Do you still love me?” Leon asked with baited breath. A last ditch question that could no longer remain on the tip of his tongue. He needed to know. He didn’t care if it was too late or if Bill already had you in the palm of his hand; he just needed to know if he remained in your heart the way you did in his.

Your brows furrowed as your glassy eyes met his. Your ribs aching as your heart reached for him. A cold rush running down your spine as your shoulders relaxed and you finally admitted, “I still love you.”

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devouredxmuses · 5 months ago

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ingrid & emery ; self para time: well into the party karma.

something hadn't felt right since her homecoming. she wasn't naive enough to believe that everyone would be happy to see her, but she was naive enough to believe that she could handle everything they'd thrown her way. it reminded her of the reason she'd left this shithole the first time. arrogance, that's what kept her here, even after the slaps asher, laurie, heath, and theo had given her. there she stood now, in the kitchen of the party, sipping the liquor from her cup and looking for something to liven the night up. that's when she spotted him by himself. the tribrid had clocked him laughing and chatting with people she knew, people who wanted nothing to do with her. she didn't like it.

he'd just finished the rest of the drink in his cup when the red head was before him, offering a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. emery knew her, he'd seen the face in heath's memories and he attempted to extract each one. " let's go for a walk, " she compels ( or attempts to, if vervain hadn't been running through his system ). self preservation was high on his list so he obliged, nodding feigning to be affected. her fingers grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the door. maybe he should have tried to search the crowd for heath or asher, but he didn't want her to suspect anything. instead he reminded himself of the stake he stashed in his waistband.

the second ingrid had lead him outside she grabbed his shoulders and turned to slam him against the nearest brick wall. " fuck, " he grunts once the connection is made, feeling a throb of pain radiate through his body. she lets go and he drops down to a knee. " wow, you really do pack a punch, " he mutters. " you're chatty, most men beg at this point, " she raises a brow. he wasn't her usual type anyway, he'd acted as a stand up gentleman each time she'd spotted him throughout the night. this was personal. " and does begging ever stop it ? " emery wasn't as defenseless as he looked, his abilities hidden. if he got ingrid distracted enough, he could get in her head.

" i think we both know the answer. get up, " another attempted compulsion and to his feet he goes anyways. " gonna do a number on me too ? like you did heath ? " emery shouldn't have said it, but he couldn't help himself. the man had become a close friend, a surge of protectiveness rushing through him. " excuse you ? " her eyes narrow and her arm shoots out to grab his neck and pushing him back against that wall. " did him so bad he had to ask me to make him forget you, " he choked out in her grip. that was his leverage. it certainly wasn't fair for him to divulge his friend's business, but this was a matter of life and death. of all the things ingrid thought would leave his mouth, that was not one of them. her grip loosened so he could speak once she was done, wanting to hear whatever bullshit he'd spew. " and how would you be able to do that ? " a sneer, a dare she didn't know she was asking for.

" like this, " his hands shoot up to wrap around her wrists. eye and physical contact would help him best. in a flash she was no longer standing in front of emery, she was down on the ground. a few feet from her she watches the scene before her, the last hug she ever shared with her father. elijah's arms wrapped tightly around her as she sobs into his chest, muttering how much she loved him. the pain getting closer, much closer. then as quickly as the vision was there, it was replaced.

now, she's in that alleyway. just in time to watch the expulsion of power thrust heath off his feet. watched as she ran to his side unable to help him, tears staining her cheeks as she begged him to come back. a pang of guilt stabbing into her, it dulled to a throb. again, the memory was gone and she was still stuck in her spot. images flashed before her at near lightening speed, each life she'd taken replaying before her eyes, a sob getting caught in her throat. " enough ! " she screams at emery wherever he is, she couldn't see him.

in a snap she's back with the witches. it had been so far away from her, not having thought of this moment since she turned i off. this moment, it was the beginning of the end of ingrid mikaelson. this time she wasn't just watching the scene play out before her, she was in it. ingrid was frozen on her knees, the woman couldn't move, couldn't look away as she watched her mother be taken from her again. the hand plunged into her mother's chest and was as if the dam she'd carefully constructed exploded. at the same time there was a stab in her gut, this time it was physical.

emery had lodged the stake in ingrid's stomach, an insurance policy, if memory lane hadn't subdued her. she sunk to the ground as everything she'd shut off started to consume her. the flesh wound somehow being the most dull feeling. " i'm sorry, " she gushes while looking up to see the person who'd forced her switch to flip back. the words she'd be uttering for the rest of her life. still she weeps on the ground, emery's heart sinking in his chest. he shouldn't be the one with her here now. " no, i'm sorry, " he murmurs, not necessarily sorry for doing it, but for how much it seemed to hurt her.

" just go, please, " she whimpers while pulling the wood from her abdomen. she needed to be alone, her body starting to heave as everything was settling in. the disgust, the anger, the sadness, the grief, all the pain she'd locked away a year ago. he wanted to say something, to offer her some sort of comfort, it was in his nature. but he also wasn't a fool. he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. ingrid was dangerous regardless. getting away from her was needed. without another word he books it back in the direction of his house. that was enough excitement for one night.

ingrid was left in the darkness as she sobbed. her fists smashing into the ground as hard as she could, cracking the cement. " fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, " she bawls as the skin of her knuckles split. she moves so her back can rest against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest as she felt herself be swallowed whole by the agony she'd delayed.

#ingrid ; prose.#emery ; prose.#ingrid ; self para.#emery ; self para.#death mention tw #violence tw #event 001

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