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Claire Redfield | an independent Resident Evil roleplay blog. 1/533
Hey Elle-mun here!
Guess whoforgot the pasword to their account?Well any was this is gonna be a Role Play blog for both Eleanor’s. Just different verses. If you’re in the Resident Evil or maybe the Bioshock fandom? You should like or reblog this post so I can follow you all and we can maybe Rp.
It was hot outside, but Dahlia couldn’t help but shiver a little as she stepped out of the car. Everything was still. Not a sign of the dead. This isn’t right. This isn’t good.
‘Claire? I don’t like this.’ She said. At the voice, the older woman turned to look at the younger one, her eyes luminous in the afternoon light. She didn’t respond — her eyes asked all the questions. Dahlia hugged herself tighter. It had been a couple months since Alice had gone off on her own — it was just her and Claire now. She stepped into the sand, and her heeled boots sunk in. She’d taken to dressing much like Alice had before she left. Not practical, but easy to move in. She didn’t know how Claire felt about it but she assumed the redhead wasn’t much of a fan. ‘It’s too quiet. And you and I both know there are tons of those things around here, so where are they?’
“Let’s not stick around too long to find out, K.” Claire whispered, like she would disrupt the silence of the area if she spoke too loud. It was best not to attract attention, anyway. They were free of blood, those things couldn’t sniff them out. The redhead shut off the engine, eyebrows furrowed. In that way that relayed she was thinking, she was angry and she was determined. “Why don’t you watch the vehicle, I’ll run in the store real quick and see if I can’t get us some food. Alright?”
Claire didn’t really wait for an answer, she just got out of the vehicle and shut the door behind her. Quietly. She practically ran around the vehicle, reaching out to wrap her hand around K-Mart’s upper arm. “Stay quiet. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.” Green eyes scanned the familiar face, jaw locking before she stepped backwards. The way Dahlia dressed was much familiar to Alice’s and it was only a silent reminder of what they had lost. There’s no need for K-Mart to try and be the hero.
She ran across the parking lot, knees slightly bent, using the vehicles as cover. ‘Stop and Go’ was fading across the top of the small gas station and grocery store so much, it was barely visible. 10 years since anybody kept up with anything.
—Bliss. Pure bliss.
It was inevitable with the woman in her arms. There would be days where Alice gets extremely cranky, due to lack of sleep or a plan backfiring on them. Then there’s days where she’d feel sad or just down-right miserable. But it doesn’t matter, because every time she lays her eyes on Claire or hears her voice, everything would feel just right again. Claire was what helped her hold onto that faith and strength. This woman simply breathes life right back into her.Right now, that hope returned. The hope she had lost when Arcadia was overrun by the black masked men and over thousands survivors were killed. There definitely had to be a chance.
Honestly, growing old with Claire was all she dreams about these days and she’d be damned if anyone tries to take that away from them. Not even this… curse that lives within her blood. Sometimes, she’d wish that her blood never bonded with it to begin with - but that thought was just too cruel. People needed some kind of hope these days, right? And Alice was going to try her best to give them that.
“I know,” Alice breathed out, her eyes shutting tightly for a moment - like the emotions was going to spill over in her eyes, before she cracked them open a bit and brushed her lips against Claire’s. So gently. “I would follow you anywhere too.” Even into the dark.
There was this slight smile that curled up Claire’s full lips. Her eyes opened slightly; just like she was waking up from a long, peaceful sleep. It was something hard to do. That smile, though. Claire actually looked proud. She was though, incredibly so. The woman in her arms has been through Hell and back. She’d rather be damned then watch such a beautiful woman waste away believing she was some sort of monstrosity. They’ve both had their fair share of troubles. This was the apocalypse; loss was expected and while it still hurt, she’s never been where Alice has been .
She’ll always respect that. Isn’t that what marriage was in the first place? Just standing beside your partner and respecting any decision that didn’t harm them personally. Alice was human; no matter how many times the woman would like to think otherwise. Claire would prove that 10 times over. Her head had fallen against the brunette’s, but that smile turned slightly mirthful.
Claire’s lips moved, just below Alice’s jawline, to the pulse point. The pulse was there, beating away. Exactly like a human. The redhead’s green eyes just shut again, inhaling lightly. Her arms wrapped around Alice’s waist, grabbing a handful of the woman’s shirt and hanging on like she was hanging on for dear life.
Alice was her life; her very existence.
“I think you have a gift,’ Claire said, matter of factually. Her voice held such emphasis for being so quiet. “You hold the virus everyone fears and turned it into a great power; you’re something beautiful, something pure. I can’t heal your past, Abernathy but I can be your trusted future.”
☣—Yes. That had been a blush and it grew in its strength as he listened to her. Jason was disconnected from the world for his own reasons. He didn’t want to get attached to something and then watch it all fall apart in front of him, however, he knew he was attached to Claire. Fate was cruel to him. Nevertheless, he was still letting his walls drop. His usual cold, distant self was just a front for people. He never really wanted others to see who he really was. Never wanted them to see that he was two things in one, a demon with broken angel wings. Good yet so very evil.
He curled into her hand slightly, something like a purr escaped his lips. Jason didn’t really care anymore though. His home wasn’t were he made it for the night, it would always be with her. He’d never truly be home until he was by her side. Home. A foreign word to Jason. He knew it. There was a pause from him before he let out a sigh.
“You really are my Angel.” The Hunter’s smile echoed his true feelings. It was truth… “To have fell in love with a Monster—” He corrected himself. “A man, such as I.”
Watching the happiness appear along his features was like pure ecstasy to Claire. A man so broken, such a monster to himself, feeling like he was wronged in the most impossible of way; happy. It almost wanted to bring blissful tears to Claire’s eyes. She felt proud, like she had actually accomplished something worth meaning in this fucked up apocalypse. In this world that would never be normal, ever again.
The redhead blinked, twice, keeping those tears at bay. There was such a peaceful smile on her lips, it ought to be illegal. Around Jason, she felt like she actually meant something, that this fight wasn’t at all worthless. There was a worth between the two and it would always be beautiful, no matter where time led them. This was now, this was in this world, living for the present. Claire could be closed off and distant. She’d do anything to save another life, but she kept emotions locked away. She knew not to care too much for a survivor, for they’d be gone.
How much pain can one person live through?
Claire moved her hand, lightly, just around so she could trace her fingertips along the man’s jaw, then up to his lips, the tips of her fingers barely brushing along his bottom lip, just touching. Something so sensual, so sweet. It was meant to convey that she was proud of him, that this is how she saw him. A human; a trusted companion; a part of her heart. “Thank you, Jason.” She murmured, softly. “An Angel does need someone to watch over. Doesn’t she?” A small, playful smirk.
Funny you’re the b r o k e n one
but I’m the only one whoneeded——[
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These circumstances were not the circumstances in which Claire Redfield was prepared to meet Jill Valentine, again. Not after everything the woman’s gone through. Jill would always be like a sister to Claire. She’s known the other woman since Chris and Jill became partners, a visit here and there. The redhead just respected the other woman, especially after keeping her eye on Chris; her big brother and hero. Jill would always be a hero in that aspect.
Things just kept spiraling. Bio-terrorism was spreading like wildfire. They should have known, all the divisions should have known. The governments, the B.S.A.A, TerraSave. It’s why each one was created to stall bio-terrorism. That’s just it, though. They were just serums, so easy to spread. A bite, a scratch, touching infected blood. Spreading, it was. With every outbreak, it just seemed like more and more people were getting their hands on the monstrosities that Umbrella had created.
Everyone was tired; Claire wasn’t going to stand-by this time. They’ve learned their lesson. Everyone, from the governments, to the peaceful TerraSave was putting as much power in as they could muster. TerraSave didn’t combat, but Claire would this time. The redhead walked through the guard post, looking rather formal in jeans and t-shirt, a handgun at her hip and a knife on her shoulder. Blue eyes just held the proud demeanor, the strong heart she was capable of.
She’s watched Chris spiral, she’s watched Jill become a hollow shell. This wasn’t just any kind of war and she wasn’t about to watch her family lose themselves, again. Not this time.
