WIP Wednesday
It's that time again...
TW: Suicidal Ideation
Leon thinks about how even after all this time how naïve he is. That he still hasn’t changed much at all. He really believed that he could save Luis when his life has been nothing but failure after failure, heartbreak after heartbreak these long ten years. He really thought that he could save Luis and that having him here would make him better somehow.
How could he ever have thought that?
In fact, his being with Luis had only made things worse. Luis died to save him. A man so fucking unworthy of such a sacrifice.
He thought that he had been heartbroken with the loss before but now after having spent so much time with Luis and getting an even clearer picture of everything he’d lost, he was shattered.
Of course, once again foolish, naïve, Leon Kennedy had only made things worse for himself.
Maybe he should just stop trying. Maybe he should finally give it up. His eyes drift to the pistol he kept on his bedside table.
It’s not like anyone would even miss him.
There isn’t anyone. Hasn’t been for a long time. It feels like everyone has moved on and he’s stuck here. Stuck there. Back in Spain. Back in 2004. Still literally covered in blood, sweat and tears.
And maybe he could… Maybe there would be some peace afterward. Maybe he could finally get what he wanted so badly.
Maybe that was it. Maybe Luis had just been waiting for him to figure it out all this time.
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“But what if it is?” Luis was more agitated than Leon ever remembered seeing him. “What if it is my fault, Leon?”
They had never had this conversation before.
“You don’t say something like that to someone that’s almost caused an apocalypse twice.”
“What if I said I didn’t care about that?” Leon knew he was being unduly flippant, but he couldn’t help but think about how little time they had for this. There was a timeline to keep in mind here. They could only go so far off schedule before something else he hadn’t planned for came up.
“I would ask what the hell is wrong with you?” Luis was of course not unmoved by his declaration. It was just in the opposite direction than he had intended.
“A lot of things.” Leon laughed bitterly and then sighed. “This world is shit, Luis. You and I both know it. Does anything we do ever change that?”
Luis shrugged, helplessly, “Maybe it’s us. Maybe we’re the problem then, eh? Maybe we’re just shit at doing anything good.”
“Doomed from the start, huh?” Knowing what he did about Luis’s past and his own Leon wouldn’t doubt it. “All the more reason to say, ‘Fuck it’ then, right?”
“You’re a bad influence, mi amigo.” Luis scoffs and shakes his head.
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ack since we are in P2 Pain and MMY Misery here today I just saw this art piece that made me think of them and Pete specifically. It said "you are my favorite friend/i'm sorry that i want you like a lover/i hope that in the next life you will find me sooner/you were one of the first people to make me consider growing old/that was new/i liked that" and now i'm :((((
MAN WHAT THE HELL
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WIP Wednesday
Let's just pretend it's still Wednesday, eh?
Leon is drunk again. Another shitty mission. Another bio-terrorist attack that will be covered up and forgotten by next week.
He’s pacing and drinking straight from the bottle. You knew it was bad when he didn’t even bother with a glass. He’s rambling and mumbling to himself. He’s such a goddamned cliché, isn’t he?
He’s angry at the world. Angry at himself. But mostly he’s angry at his so-called God.
He’d been raised catholic (like Luis) most of his life. His birth parents. Then the orphanage. Foster families here and there. If they weren’t catholic, they at least believed.
Leon hadn’t though. He hadn’t for a long time.
He rages for a time but his fire burns out just as quickly as it started. Just a flare up just like every other time.
“What did I do, huh? What d-did…” He breaks down.
“And here come the water works.” He could practically see the Major rolling his eyes. “Get it together, Rookie.”
Fuck the bastard.
“I… I don’t know what I did.” Leon sobs, because once the floodgates are open there’s no shutting them. “I never asked you for an-anything.” He doesn’t even know who he’s talking to. “I just… please. Please… I can’t…” He shudders. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he thinks as he wipes away tears and snot.
Disgusting.
Ten years and he’d only gotten worse. How could anyone ever want someone as pathetic as him?
Luis had.
Leon chuckled wetly. And what did that really say about the other man, huh?
Maybe he just pitied you.
Leon had been such a mess in Valdelobos. He tried to keep up a tough visage, chin up, eyes ahead but every time he lost Ashley it was a blow that became harder and harder to recover from. But Luis. No matter what. Luis kept going. Unknowingly dragging Leon right along with him all the while cheering him on.
Luis kept trying. He apparently saw something in Leon that inspired him to.
It never felt like pity.
So, he would keep trying for Luis because Luis was special.
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