…as a ‘yes’.
Chris stared at his desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office for a mong moment. It was supposed be there.
He shuffled papers back and forth, opened drawers, checked the floor. Nowhere.
He sighed. “Jill?”
She looked up from her own desk and hopped over, leaning on Chris’ chair. “What’s up, buddy?”
“Jill did you eat the candy bar I left on my desk?”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his mouth.
She tasted strongly of chocolate.
I think everyone dreams of making the people who hurt them suffer too, of getting revenge through violence, but revenge fantasies and personal pleasure CANNOT be a basis for justice. Something making you feel good does not mean that it’s a just or right thing to do.
Revenge fantasies should be used to create art, not laws.
Hey Goldie! Thanks for the ask! You get me (Chris) and Wesker and me and Jill today.
⛄ If you and your f/o decide to build a snowman together, what would it look like? Also, out of the two of you, who pays more attention to the small details and who works more sloppy?
Wesker: The captain tells me he would insist on building a snow tyrant (big monster man son of a bitch), because it’s funny. He’s definitely the attention to detail type so I’m the one gathering the snow and he’s the one humming and carving the features on the face. There’s definitely a hat involved.
Jill: we try to build the classic ‘frosty’ snowman, but it ends up looking like shit because we both get distracted half way through and get into a snowball fight.
🎵 Is there a Christmas song that reminds you of your f/o / your relationship?
Wesker: I am aggressively and drunkenly singing “Last Christmas I gave you my heart…” at him during Christmas party karaoke.
Jill: Santa Baby. Jill would definitely try to hilariously seduce me to this one.
Okay that was a lot of angst, (which we enjoyed) now time for a palate cleanser!
…on a falling tear.
Wesker carried Jill’s broken body in his arms away from the bottom of the cliff, cradling her gently and trying not to incur any further damage. He could feel her, limp and close to death in his arms.
She regained consciousness briefly, as he carried her into the bay of the transport craft. She was barely lucid.
He put a gloves hand gently on her face.
“Captain?” she murmered, looking up at him with fluttering eyelids, her eyes teary. She was so pale. “It hurts…”
Wesker watched a tear start to roll down her cheek, and he leaned in and caught it with his lips in a soft kiss.
“Stay with me, Jill. I will take care of you.