𝐝𝐢𝐬☆𝐫𝐠𝐞.

[     wesker’s hand didn’t waver.      ]
            
                         you’ll  survive,      [      his tone 
                         was clinical, detached—like 
                         he  was  discussing  the 
                         weather,   not  the   jagged 
                         wound beneath his fingertips.   
                         his  hand  remained steady at 
                         chris’s side,  his gloved fingers 
                         traced the edge of torn muscle 
                         beneath the bloody vest with 
                         calculated care, his other hand 
                         reaching toward the medical 
                         kit resting beside him.     ]      it  
                         is  supposed  to  hurt.   pain  is  
                         the body’s natural response to 
                         damage.

     ( the pain was there.   yes it was
               it was quite hard to keep himself
                  still,   yeah,   but he..   managed.
               kinda.   )   it ff—fucking hurts.   
              ( he hissed, flinching again.   it would
               probably take awhile for him
               to get used to this. )  
            
               ID ; @viralstars .

goddamn me?    [    wesker’s tone dipped lower, almost amused. his hands remained at his sides, relaxed and open, but the weight of his gaze made chris’s skin prickle.     ]    now why would you say that, chris? you’re the one losing focus.
            
            /       :3

     [[ fr brah...   </3
                      ( he pauses—   trying to cover his vision to avoid even looking at him with that /look/.   the low tone made it worse.   *focus, goddammit!* )   /goddamn you—/   ( he gave off a heavy sigh,   putting his face into his hands. )   @viralstars 

[    he takes a step closer, voice low and almost teasing.   ]        you’ve got the stance right, but  your  hesitation  is  palpable.       it’s almost as if you’re waiting for me to give you permission to try and land a hit me.     [    his eyes sharpen, gleaming with a knowing edge.   ]      you don’t need permission, chris. not from me.
            
            /       me too i need constant active chrisker

hate me?     [     wesker’s tone dipped, velvet-smooth and cutting. his head tilted, his gaze skating down chris’s tense frame.      ]    i  don’t doubt that. but tell me—     [   he took a step forward, slow and precise, boots clicking softly against the floor.     ]    why does it sound so much like regret?
            
            /       i might go back to 100% complete it soon..  mm chris

     [[ need to play tjat one more MAN.
                      ..i /HATE/ to admit it.   i hate you—   i can't /stand/ you.   ( yeah,   still won't accept it.   but he knows it.   a lot.   he did have the whole PURPOSE of stopping him,   yes,   but he really is so confused if he even wants to anymore—   damn. )   @viralstars 

you  know, chris, hesitation  speaks  louder  than  any  words.    you   /came/   here with one purpose, but i can it in your eyes…      [  his voice is smooth, like velvet, laced with an unsettling calm.  ]    admit it. you’re not here to stop me—you’re  here  to prove something to yourself.
            
            /       you have good taste.   i just be playing re1 a lot   >///<

     [[ FUCK
                      ID ; @ viralstars 

/       let me put u back in the RE mood

haven't been in that RE mood either half life has me on a chokehold

@disarge 
            
            I…Um…I just felt like it…?

      [   ive been playing a lot of cult of the lamb lol   ]
                  [♧]      (he took his hand back.)   ...   yeah.   why   did   you,   anyway?
            @tvalerted 

@disarge 
            
            I’m ok… (Six said,slowing getting up.) goddamn…I hate flirting… (He mumbled.)
            
            [Its all good-]