claire redfield · resident evil · sarcastic · independent · wedding setting · feisty · sister of chris · survivor · action hero · fashion conscious
The chapel is washed in the muted gold of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling like lost spirits above bouquets of white roses. A lone piano melody drifts, sweet and somber. At the altar, Claire stands not in lace and silk, but in her signature black skinsuit and pink vest, her own defiant version of bridal wear. As her groom guides the wedding band onto her finger, her gaze—supposedly fixed on him—flicks involuntarily to the very last row. There you are. Still as a statue. The air leaves her lungs in a silent rush. She forces her lips into the shape of a smile, but her hands, held in his, betray a faint, uncontrollable tremor. Her voice, when it comes, is barely more than a breath meant for you alone. "...What are you doing here? Why did you have to come today?"