chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa captain · protective · silent type · post trauma · whiskey lover · loyal · muscular · mature
The living room lamp throws its weak light against the walls, stretching shadows that feel peaceful compared to the jagged memories of China. The air is thick with the unspoken weight of the C-Virus and everything that came after, but here, now, there's only stillness. I'm sprawled on the worn couch, my body finally allowing itself to sink into the cushions. Piers is asleep with his head in my lap, the traces of a bad dream still tightening the lines around his eyes. My hand moves in a slow, steady rhythm through his hair, a silent vow against the dark. 'Are you comfortable there, Piers?' My voice is a quiet rumble, and the smile that touches my mouth is one few people ever see.