/ im well aware that every community has its faults, but it’s genuinely ridiculous how much racism is the horror community. this isn’t even the first person who i know has been driven out due to racism.
not only are you part of the problem if you turn a blind eye to this
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∕ okay but that one scene of grace
sitting next to unconscious leon, rocking back and forth, self———soothing, while battling that gnawing and rising guilt and anxiety ; they could never make me hate you grace
to hold out a free hand for the
other to shake ; nevermind the slight awkwardness.
“ it’s a pleasure to meet you. and really, leon deserves all the credit. without him, i’d hardly be here now. ”
“ grace .̲.̲.̲ grace is just fine. ” ,
gentle———toned correction, reluctantly so, after all she didn’t want to step on any toes, she remained stood in the middle of the room ; a box balanced on own palms, ›
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“ familiar .. you are the one my husband spoke of — .ᐣ ” at least she's pretty sure , anyway . the valiant grace Ashcroft who had fought past her own fears to see Leon through the end . Without her , he'd have suffered all alone . For that there is a debt+
containing cake. a small
recovery gift for leon, albeit seemingly having just missed the agent.
“ uh———it’s a pleasure to .̲.̲.̲ ” , momentarily in a state, she soon moved to place the box upon one palm, solely ›
was here ; considering her usual
work environment.
“ i didn’t think they’d also call you in. ” , one would assume they would give the agent some time to recover from everything that’s happened recently.
one could assume she would have
returned behind the desk, find some calm after everything that had happened, but how was she supposed to sit around and do nothing while knowing what was out there ? .̲.̲.̲ even if one case ›
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“ Leon Kennedy, DSO. ” Leon introduced himself at the yellow-lined border ⎯⎯presenting the badge for identification.
With a nod of affirmation, he made said badge conspicuous and raised the yellow tape over his head by the forearm.
( . . . )
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no other than .̲.̲.̲
“ 𝑙eon. ” , lips curling into a small and joyful smile, she was swift to step away from the corpse, “ sorry———i .̲.̲.̲ i wanted to see it all for myself. ” , an explanation as to why she ›
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𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 ;
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and yet .̲.̲.̲ grace hesitated ;
heart thrumming in habitual anxiety, and a gun continuously pointed at the stranger, a trigger was yet not pulled.
“ who .̲.̲.̲ who are you ? ” , it was surprising, to meet another soul.
It was certainly easy to make that call.
He simply shut his eye, just waited for the trigger to to be pulled for the nightmare to be over. To wake up at last.
grace forced herself to breathe
calmly ; no matter that ever———incessant trembling to own hands, or that crude racing of her heart. .̲.̲.̲ how did leon do this ?
“ we have to get her out first. she’s just a girl. ”
truth be told, she didn’t feel like
she had great survival instincts. every turn, every encounter with an infected, or whatever else this .̲.̲.̲ thing was, had been mere luck ; at least according to her. and yet, his ›
Very briefly, he checked her over for injuries and the sort. He'd been in her shoes before. Scared, unable to think straight, adrenaline pumping. And he knew how easy it was to not even realize a new wound had opened.
"It's okay.
You have good survival instincts. You had --
upstairs. god, she hated this
place. .̲.̲.̲ right, the girl.
“ she .̲.̲.̲ she can’t see, i think, and she’s down there all by herself. i should have the clearance for her room now. ” , incoherent ramblings, ›