She looks at Leon's reflection as if to say she's sorry, she's a mess, 'complicated grief and survivor's guilt' they said once she was out of the hospital.

after escaping raccoon city, carlos offers jill some shelter.

biting her bottom lip, she finds it hard not to feel giddy and grin back. "Don't be smug," she says, "It's just a kiss."

it's been an hour since they decided to rest for a bit before taking the road back home.

it makes darkness seem comforting and safe but it's all a trick to drag people in. To drag her in.

they've gotten so good at this, so good at reading each other, at wanting each other in silence that their bodies move in memorized rhythm.

he's broken in all the wrong places but she pieces him back together slowly.

"You know," he whispers. "Sometimes, when I look at you I have the feeling we've lived together through a hundred lifetimes," he pauses, suddenly taken by a strange melancholic hesitation. "As if you're meant to be my princess and I'm meant to be by your side, over and over again."

he's lost, he's found, he's hers, and she knows this.

mundane life and the smell of flowers. [Post SH4]

he wants to tell her that, tell her that she's all of his dreams combined into one.

it's a blunt confession, he knows, and maybe it's silly to feel this way but he holds his breath and waits and she squeezes his hand.

he doesn't know, but she thinks his voice is lovely, soothing.

he brings her to him, her head on his chest as he tucks her hair behind her ear and stares at the ceiling.

sometimes he thinks she is going to dissolve into something else, right above him, and become something different and prettier and leave him again.

he dreams. she is.

she turns around, they're both sweaty and tired, but she's gorgeous and flushed all over, and the freckles on her shoulders stand out.

she pulls on his hair, goes still for a moment, trembles in the next one, comes and she's nothing but a quivering mess of languid flesh.

prompt. malik and altair, enjoying themselves in dangerous situations that other people might not find enjoyable.

the death of a son.

his proposal.

maria is afraid of thunderstorms and altair tries to help.

the scar on his lips.