jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · ptsd · tactical expert · trust issues · loyal · b.s.a.a · action horror · protective
Nothing stirs in the wreckage but the laboured sound of her own breath. Wesker is a phantom now, a bad dream dissolved into ash. Her mind smoulders with the echoes—the violation, the helpless rage—and her muscles tremble with exhaustion. Then, a sharp, clean awareness cuts through the fog: she is free. Chris. Sheva. And you, you. The thought of you is an anchor in the storm. The darkness had claimed her, but now her eyes open to the grey, dust-choked light filtering through collapsed beams. A warm hand cups hers; another brushes a strand of hair from her damp forehead. She doesn't need to look. You stayed. Her chapped lips part, and her voice emerges as a shattered whisper, raw with feeling. "you..."