made in heaven. 𓄼 resident evil.

❛ lucky. ➣ donna beneviento.

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some fluff for miss donna, we all know she needs it. i hope you like it! : )

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The woman of house Beneviento walks quietly, gentle strides across the grounds of her home guiding her all the way to her garden. A warm breeze swirls around her veil, tickling her cheeks and bringing a sigh from her lips.

She spots the person she's looking for immediately, giving a soft call of her name as to not startle her. She found herself doing that quite often and had begun working on a habit of announcing her presence whenever she crept up on you. The smile on your lips brings one of her own, you cannot see it, though.

She comes to a halt beside you, hands folded together neatly without the presence of her companion, Angie. "Good morning, Y/N." She greets you, staring down at you, as far as you can tell.

You push yourself up to stand, brushing your hands against your jeans and give her a warm smile. "Good morning, I was just about to come see you."

It's no secret that the woman held infatuation for you, as quiet as she was anyone could see it. It was even less of a secret that you returned the infatuation, the curve of your lips and the fondness in your eyes always spoke volumes of it.

"I wanted to see you now."

You chuckle, resting your hands on either side of her cheeks, thumbs gliding against the fabric of her veil. You stare at her through doe-eyes and the smallest of smiles curled over the corner of your lips. Donna often found herself stumbling over words and affections with you – not for lack of, she just didn't know how to express how much she cared for you, specifically – due to how nervous you could make her and how shy she was in general. You're special, you're her best gracing in life, according to her. So, sometimes all the words she wanted to say to you would leave her blank.

"I want you to stay," she would tell you, on quiet nights when it's just the two of you, a sweet embrace lingering between you. You'd never even been especially intimate with her, in that way, but she'd never felt so connected with someone, as if you were a part of her and she were a part of you, somehow. In the smallest way, perhaps, but she doesn't mind.

"Shall we take a little walk?"

With Donna's arm laced with your own, your stroll begins down the path, every few steps, she feels your fingers dancing over her arm, an unrecognizable pattern being tapped against the fabric of her dress.

She gazes at you through her veil, an action she wishes to be more vulnerable with you about. You had seen her face before, once or twice, and Donna truly wanted to believe you weren't appalled by the scarring on her eye. But, there's always that little dark thought of shame.

With a light chuckle, she leans down to pick one of her flowers from the path, handing it over to you. Donna had given you an antidote to the hallucination toxin when she was first becoming sure of her affections for you so, you never had to worry about that. "What is that tune?" She ponders, cocking her head to the side so that you'll know she's looking at you.

You shrug, "I have no idea. When I was at the castle helping Lady Alcina with her vineyard, I heard her youngest humming it."

Donna shakes her head in amusement; something about you always made her feel happy, even over something as silly as a tune. Sure, you had your disagreements, but it was nothing you couldn't solve over a civilized conversation.

She watches you from the corner of her eye, studying the gentle gust of wind on your cheeks, making your hair ruffle. She can make out the smallest of smiles on your lips, your free hand holding onto the flower she'd given you moments prior.

"You are too good to me," she says, without meaning to. She would believe her statement to be true, though.

You come to a stop in your pace, turning to face her. A smile curls over your lips, fingers curling around the hem of her veil. "May I?"

Against her self conscious thoughts, she nods. Donna has never felt more vulnerable in her life than when she allows you to remove her veil. But you do, letting it drape down her backside and freeing a few strands of her raven hair to frame her cheeks. Your eyes never stray to the scarring on her face, and when they do, she's certain there's not a single ounce of disgust. Just pure adoration. Your hands rest on either of her cheeks, leaning forward to press your lips against hers, softly, briefly, before pulling back.

"No one could ever be too good to you, Donna. You deserve much, much more than anyone could ever give, even Mother Miranda and her gifts."

A pause, a tender stroke of your hand against her cheek. "I'm thankful you allow me to gaze upon your face and indulge in your company, it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in my lifetime."

Donna's lips curl into a smile. "And I am thankful to have you, my sweetest."

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❛ i wanted to make this longer but the more i wrote, the less sweet it became. :') i actually really like this one!

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