#TRUSTSBUILT. an indie & selective chris redfield , canon & divergent in some aspects . 21 + , written by brandy. 34, she / her. ( basic rules under the cut )
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# TRUSTSBUILT. Independent and selective Chris Redfield of Capcom’s Resident Evil series. Canon compliant with divergences. Written with care since 2015 by Brandy.
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“Jesus, man, are you talkin’ from experience? I think at that point I’d probably be considered dead.”
❝ MIA, but yeah. . . . might as well’v been. ❞ he takes in a long breath, gaze wandering towards the other’s splotchy, patched eye. ❝ looks like you almost got your wish anyway. ❞
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“Y’know, I sorta feel like I just came out of a three month coma. Why three months? Ain’t sure. Just a feelin’ I got.”
❝ try six months, then we’ll talk. ❞
❛ are you okay ? ❜ // biggs
❝ yeah. . . just gimme a minute. ❞ as he's dusting off around the bicep of his cut-off sleeve he can see a dark ring forming. it's wet and beginning to sting. needless to say he'll be needing a tourniquet soon, but he doesn't want to worry his comrade. for now, he brushes it off and stands, expression as stolid as ever. ❝ okay. let's go. ❞
chris: “ i can’t let this war follow me forever” capcom: *laughs in re7 and 8 and probably 9*
❛ who sent you ? ❜
❝ i'm chris redfield of the bsaa ❞ he reaches out a hand to her with a gentle and reassuring smile, willing to pull her up. ❝ are you alright? ❞
Anonymous asked:
Do you follow other duplicate blogs?
i only follow one other chris on their multi, but i'm not opposed to duplicates at all, and i love them! i just don't follow first in case they have an issue. anyway. . . . thanks for asking!
❛ do you have a minute ? ❜
❝ what’s the matter? wesker drop another case load on you, too? ❞ a ‘tsk’ from his tongue before he grins sheepishly at his teammate and shakes his head, the files in his hands mounting weeks worth of missing person’s cases, theft, and arson — sometimes both. needless to say, there was never a dull moment at the S.T.A.R.S. office. ❝ yeah… what’s up? ❞
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Chris Redfield | Resident Evil Remake
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𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 . ( a series of question - based starters . )
❛ how did this happen ? ❜ ❛ what are you talking about ? ❜ ❛ why didn’t you tell me ? ❜ ❛ when will you stop running ? ❜ ❛ can i get your number ? ❜ ❛ did you really think i’d never figure it out ? ❜ ❛ why are you pushing me away ? ❜ ❛ why should i care ? ❜ ❛ do you love me ? ❜ ❛ who did this to you ? ❜ ❛ why weren’t you there for me ? ❜ ❛ are you okay ? ❜ ❛ why aren’t you dressed yet ? ❜ ❛ where have you been ? ❜ ❛ why do you never stay in the mornings ? ❜ ❛ why don’t you ever stay ? ❜ ❛ can you hear me ? ❜ ❛ why can’t you look me in the eyes ? ❜ ❛ where is this coming from ? ❜ ❛ can i kiss you ? ❜ ❛ what aren’t you telling me ? ❜ ❛ is there anything i can do ? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me ? ❜ ❛ where am i supposed to go ? ❜ ❛ do you wanna get out of here ? ❜ ❛ who sent you ? ❜ ❛ can we put this behind us ? ❜ ❛ are you looking for someone ? ❜ ❛ who gave this to you ? ❜ ❛ who was that ? ❜ ❛ do you think i’m stupid ? ❜ ❛ can you help me ? ❜ ❛ where is this coming from ? ❜ ❛ who am i to you ? ❜ ❛ why is this so important to you ? ❜ ❛ do you want to come in ? ❜ ❛ what can i say to fix this ? ❜ ❛ did you mean it ? ❜ ❛ when did you stop loving me ? ❜ ❛ are you [ name ] ? ❜ ❛ why do these things always happen to me ? ❜ ❛ who do you think you are ? ❜ ❛ why are you lying to me ? ❜ ❛ why are you here ? ❜ ❛ why can’t you just tell me the truth ? ❜ ❛ do you love me ? ❜ ❛ why don’t you believe me ? ❜ ❛ do you think i deserve this ? ❜ ❛ why are you doing this ? ❜ ❛ what can i do ? ❜ ❛ can you walk ? ❜ ❛ is there a good ending for us ? ❜ ❛ what was i supposed to do ? ❜ ❛ did you ever love me ? ❜ ❛ why do you care ? ❜ ❛ how can i fix this ? ❜ ❛ what can i say to make it better ? ❜ ❛ how can i help ? ❜ ❛ did i ever stand a chance ? ❜ ❛ do you trust me ? ❜ ❛ do you ever stop talking ? ❜ ❛ can i come with you ? ❜ ❛ why would you say that ? ❛ how have you been ? ❜ ❛ why can’t you just move on ? ❜ ❛ when will i see you again ? ❜ ❛ can we talk ? ❜ ❛ do you have a minute ? ❜ ❛ do we know each other ? ❜ ❛ can you shut up ? ❜
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𝐷𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻 𝐼𝑆 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐴 𝐶𝐿𝑂𝐴𝐾 of spoliation, and time is the hungry force that eats away memories like a moth to cherished clothes. soon, steve’s face will be a blur, and his touch a phantom static against her cheek, gradually fading away with every year he didn’t have the privilege of LIVING. those years will turn bitter, and the taste will never leave, no matter how many lives she saves. there will always be that one who slipped through her fingers, and a pang of guilt will then follow.
despite the agonizing journey, chris is right. a hero’s job is NEVER done, even when the lights have dimmed and the terror comes to a stand still. there will always be something sinister boiling beneath their feet, lurking within the shadows, and waiting on the right moment to sink it’s teeth in when they LEAST expect it. ❝ right. ❞ she clears her throat, bloodshot eyes looking past his own, somewhat blank, though not entirely gone. she’s already bracing herself for what’s to come, accepting the fact she may never see his face again.
❝ you two BETTER come back in one piece. ❞ a soft smile curls into the corners of her lips, but her tone says it all. she’s scared shitless, and incandescent for the corporation responsible. they’ll pay, but at what cost? how many lives will be exhausted by the time umbrella’s pillars finally crumble? ❝ and i promise not to go looking for you this time… deal? ❞
❝ hey. . . ❞ his smile is the one ray of hope she needs, the only one that matters, and he gives her his best, most reassuring one. ❝ don’t give me that. i’m gonna be fine --- we’re, gonna be fine. ❞ his words didn’t echo empty, as they never were, but they both know it’s the actions of those words and promises that counted; anyone could say whatever they wanted just to give condolence, but proving them true and valuable were even more important. it was something their parents had instilled in them, it was one of the few things that would forever matter.
he pulls her into a brief, but tight embrace, seeing as she needs it, gentle to tuck a thick strand of her auburn hair behind her ear that had eased its way from her ponytail. ❝ we’ll keep in touch with barry, too. . . and you know he’s gonna want you to come see kathy and the girls. hell, he even said to consider them our second home. so you’ll have plenty to do to keep yourself from worrying ----- okay? ❞
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there’s a grin that LIGHTS UP his expression at chris’ comment, and for a moment not even he is sure whether or not it’s at the comment itself, or the man’s apparent displeasure in the situation at hand — not that he, himself, was all that thrilled about having to spend the evening with BSAA’S GOLDEN BOY per her request ( but he’d behave ). ❝ you say that as though you don’t trust my driving, redfield. ❞ fine by him; he preferred bikes more, anyway. ❝ sure, i could go for some chinese.❞ he could go for just about ANYTHING right about now, if he was being honest. ❝awfully kind of you to take me out to dinner. ❞
he grits his teeth and gives a single nod with a feigned smirk, attempting with some semblance of patience not to spout out what he really wants to -- that he doesn’t trust him anymore. or maybe those weren’t the right words, ‘ i used to trust you’. ever since china, leon was on his list of people he had questions for now. he didn’t like it, never expected it, and even if it worried claire, to question the integrity of a man she put her faith in and asked him to do so in return, there were just some things he had to know. but now wasn’t the time, unless somehow the other man was a mind reader.
the five minutes it would have taken was accrued by nearly twenty just to find a parking space. needless to say, he won’t be coming here again. he sits across from the agent and locks his gaze elsewhere once the waitress left with their orders. he doesn’t really know what to say or how to begin a conversation. it was strange how much more difficult it was to convey real human interaction that didn’t involve shooting a BOW or giving orders to his men. the last time he could do that, she had nearly died. ❝ so, uh. . . ❞ fingers tap in a slow, rhythmic succession against the smooth glass, nerves racked. ❝ that ducati’s pretty nice, huh? would’ve loved to take a spin on it myself. ❞
if anyone wants to annoy the hell out of chris, call him ‘redfield’, as he absolutely hates it when people refer to him by last name.
#my chris will never like it and tbh i dont understand why it became a thing inthe first place#he was never referred to by his last name ever until 7 lol then suddenly leon and everybody else is calling him that? lol nah fam#not even sheva who tried calling him MR redfield could get by with that#he even says 'chris is fine'#so yeah....don't call him that or he'll either give you a dirty look or correct you#SHOOT 'EM IN THE / HEADCANON.