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amusebox2012-12-04 03:39 pm
wuzzafuzzle) wrote in amusebox2012-12-04 03:39 pm
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Jake Muller ➟ Resident Evil
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cw: child death :|
Managable, at least, until Jake's running for the safe zone, dragging Alyss behind him with his hand in hers, and rounds the corner to land himself only a couple yards in front of a kid with an assualt rifle. He couldn't be any older than fifteen, and Jake thinks he's looking at himself for a frozen moment. It's an involunatry reaction, simple muscle memory - the hand holding the pistol whips up and before the eruption of sound even registers, there's a neat bullet hole in the teenager's forehead, the body slumping to the side. And Jake was frozen, eyes wide but expression otherwise empty. That had been him - five years ago. What did that kid have to go back to? What this him trying to make it how alive, because if he didn't, the family he had left wouldn't be able to finish out the week? Or had he already lost all of them? And this was just all that was left? Dying in one quick second in the dirty alley of some shitty country half the world hasn't heard of. He doesn't realize his hands are shaking until he felt Alyss closing hers around the one still holding the gun, prying it slowly away. He blinks at her, watching, and wonders how someone like her could have fallen here of all place. She doesn't fit, isn't a part of this sick, grime coated world.
On the rest of the way to the safe camp the BSAA set up, Jake's silent, and continues to be so as he finds them their own tent to crash in, grabbing some food and water to fill themselves up on as best they can, and after wordlessly handing her her safe, Jake stretches out on the sleeping roll on the opposite end. It's not a huge tent, but not incredibly cramped either. A heavy exhale and he shuts his eyes, not expecting to sleep, but just hoping to spend the next few hours going over that image in his mind and trying to at least give his muscles some rest.
The shuffling of fabric is ignored, as is the feeling of another warm body brushing up against him - the tent isn't that huge and he won't make things awkward by commenting on it - but the lips on his are entirely unexpected. At first, he's frozen, a quick inhale of surprise, but she moves confidently and he falls into the pace with her. There's the why and a few million questions, and any other day he'd be blurting them out. But his mind is too worn, too tired, and for the last few hours, too ready to give up on the world arough him. Instead, he brings a hand up that brushes rouch fingertips against the side of her neck - a gently kind of touch that isn't much like anything else that Jake is. When the kiss breaks, he simply blinks at her, not sure what to ask, not sure if it's worth it to ask right now. Not sure if he wants to break the moment. ]
i didn't even realize you had a warning until long after i read the tag
Alyss sucks in air raggedly as they run, her hand gripping his back tightly. It reminds her of holding Hatter's hand as they ran, and when they run like this, she sometimes fear being lost, of being let go for any reason. And there are many worse things in this place than rude orphans and starvation. She barely has time to react to not running when the sound of the gun has her jumping, and there's a kid across from them slumping to the ground. She wants to scream, wants to hate everything that this world is. But Alyss is still a queen, no matter where she is, and when she looks at Jake, she can't blame him. The gun is heavy in her hand when she takes it from him, face grim but understanding.
There are very few choices in this world.
She can't get that kid's face out of her head, though. The hole in his head, the mild look of surprise - but she can't tell if it was because of them popping up out of nowhere or because he knew he was going to die. And she can't get Jake's shaking hands out either.
Alyss doesn't even think about what she's doing when she crawls up next to Jake's side, feeling the warmth of his body. She acts on some sort of instinct, on some sort of need to be close with another human, doing something that isn't about violence or death. She kisses him like he's the last man in the world, and for her, he might as well be. She can't afford to trust anyone else in this place. It's more than that, though. She can't help but want him, too. Need him. There's an attachment between them that she doesn't want to explain.
When she pulls back, she just stares at him, unsure of what to say. How to explain. She licks her lips nervously, brushing strands of her dark hair behind her ear again.] I'm sorry. I didn't - didn't want to wait.
lmfao oops
Who just popped out of no where spouting something about Wonderland and whatever else - so convicted with it that he really wondered if there actually were portals in puddles or down rabbit holes. For the last month or so, she'd been his constant - wandering through infected zones with him, helping him help the BSAA at times, even when she very well could have gone off somewhere safe. There is no global saturation - only hot spots where Neo-Umbrella goes trying to test out a new product. She doesn't need to follow him, but she does. And he doesn't need to let her, but he does. Maybe this is why. Maybe, just maybe, he needs her more than he wants to say.
When she pulls away, Jake's a little wide-eyed, something a little like shock and something a little like a trance there, and he shakes his head only minutely, not moving far away from her. ] Don't be. [ Rushed out before he's really thinking of it, and there's more emotion in that whisper than he wanted. Too much of that need - for her, for the comfort she offers and the company and the constant that she is. He swallows, shoving that back, and a hand comes up to brush the back of his fingers against a cheek, a half-smile forming. ] It's okay.
[ It's small and something intimate, hushed between them in the middle of the night in the middle of a refugee camp, and that seems both ridiculous and so fitting at the same time. ] I don't want to either. [ And he's leaning up to capture her lips again, thumb brushing over a cheekbone ]
omg these are fucking novels
She's only ever kissed Dodge, now that she thinks about it, and barely at that. Well, no. And Leopold.
Her face flushes bright red, but it's hardly noticeable in the darkness. This was a stupid decision, she doesn't know why she did it, she doesn't want Jake to send her away because he's familiar and she needs that right now and-
His fingers brush over her face, and she stills, eyes wide. Is that-] Are you smiling? [It's a very important question here, because Jake and smiling are not a usual thing that happens, and it's very nice, and is him touching her.
Her eyes flutter shut when he kisses her back, heart hammering in her chest. This is ridiculous. It's just a kiss, she tells herself, but it's nice and welcoming and wholly human.] Oh, good. [The words are mumbled against his lips before she kisses him again, harder.]