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Admittedly, he hadnβt expected his subordinate to retaliate with so much force. His vision swam for a brief, disorienting second; an unfamiliar metallic tang flooding his mouth from the impact. However, Weskerβs recovery was swift; despite how he found himself trapped
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A gasp of surprise was all Chris could give at first, not expecting the sudden clasp on his throat. Having not been given the chance to prepare for the sudden launch, his knee gave out quickly, and was forced to the floor before the added weight brought him down completely.
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was the only opening he needed. Right palm cracking upward, it hits against the underside of the youngerβs jaw, snapping his head back. Using the force as a distraction, Wesker twists, hips bucking to reverse their positioning; straddling his subordinate instead.
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γ You hesitated. Again.γ
The exposed pad of his thumb dabs his lip, wiping the spill of blood. Ceruleans inspecting the damage, his full weight keeps Chris trapped beneath himself.
γ . . At least you have something to brag about now, mm? γ
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It wasnβt often that Wesker was late. Priding himself on punctuality, throughout the majority of his time in S.T.A.R.S., he was often first to arrive to the office. However, as of recentlyβdue to a mix of fatigue and other . . complicationsβhis track record had slipped.
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βWhy are you late? Did your car break down?β
Serena sat in the captainβs chair, wearing her sunglasses and doing her absolute best captain impression.
βWellβ¦?β
She tapped the desk lightly, her gaze fixed on him as he stood in the doorway of his office.
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Still, nothing could have prepared the blond for what heβd step into his office and see, this morning.
Ceruleans narrow immediately from behind his shades, glaring at the intruder perched upon his personal throne.
γ Falkner. γ
His drawl was stern, attention darting
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around in search of the possibility of his belongings having been rummaged through.
γ What the hell do you think youβre doing? γ
The captain steps further inside, setting his coffee down on the desk.
γ Why Iβm late is no business of yours . . Out. ππ€π¬. γ
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Jun 14
@lavalicked
βWhy are you late? Did your car break down?β
Serena sat in the captainβs chair, wearing her sunglasses and doing her absolute best captain impression.
βWellβ¦?β
She tapped the desk lightly, her gaze fixed on him as he stood in the doorway of his office.
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Predictable, as always. Weskerβs thin margins curl a sneer as Ada continues the game he has no interest in playing, clinging to the illusion that perhapsβone dayβher words might tip the scales. A low, mocking chuckle escapes the virologist much like the sound of cracking
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It was always the game of cat and mouse with Wesker, but the roles were never properly allocated: he could be the cat ready to ambuscade a mouse, or he could turn into a rodentβa rat more than a mouseβto sneak into the tiniest crevices and lie in wait. He stuck to theβ
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γ Ah . . Look at you, still whispering your sweet nothings as though theyβd ever sway me, γ The blond shakes his head, disappointed and arrogant as ever. γ Keep it up and Iβll be sure to demonstrate exactly how I do. γ
A moment of hesitation, yet his stature does
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not waver in the slightest.
γ By all means . . Run π©πππ© thought by this little fantasy of yours, and then tell me if you find it to be a theory worth testing. γ
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There were few individuals that Wesker had a genuine respect towards; all of which were of the same feather, lab partners that he could count on one hand. Each one a genius in their own right, inspiration for the virologist to work harderβbecome better. The woman at his
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And, just as every moment between them that ever came before, she automatically falls in line with him -- it comes like second nature, always cursed to be the dedicated shadow to his figure.
She was too far deep to be anything else, now.
"Of course not, sir. Perish the
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γ You possess clarity when you allow yourself to use it. Iβve seen it in the lab but not so frequently πππ§π.γ
How long did she intend on carrying their burdens before they began to erode her own? Watching talent like hers become diluted by something as meaningless
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as sentiment . . It was frustrating, to put it plainly.
γ It was not Chrisβs capabilities which I had found myself beginning to doubt. γ
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