
Creator of G. All the things I've succeeded at, and I failed at being a father. Married to my work more than @MournfulMother. (Resident Evil RP.)
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"This is my life's work! I'm not handing over ANYTHING!"
~Resident Evil RP.
~Ships: Will x Albert, Will x Annette
~Serious SLs and banter welcome.
~FC: Ewan McGregor
[[Writer: Jakey. 18+. He/him. Compound Tag: #WeAreApophis]]
"Can you ever forgive me...?"
-October, 1998.-
@RogueOfBullets
He's shaking as he collapses, fingers unsteady as they work open the case that has the samples of G in it. He thinks of the time Albert showed up shot from an assignment for Spencer, of all the times he'd seen the colonel injured. They~
~always seemed to shake it off like nothing and he wasn't expecting it would actually hurt this much.
He presses a hand to his arm, to his stomach. He knows a lung got his, at the bare minimum. He can taste the coppery liquid in his mouth.
As he opens~
**Personal Research Log**
**Dr. William Birkin**
**September, 1998**
Sergei Vladimir came to the laboratory today.
He didn't bring reports.
He brought condolences.
The Spencer Mansion has been destroyed. The Tyrant escaped containment. Personnel losses are considered~
~Waiting.
Giving me permission to tell the truth.
I couldn't.
Not yet.
I smiled.
I lied.
I said he was running late.
Sherry nodded and asked if we should save him dessert.
Annette had to leave the table.
I heard her crying in the hallway.
...
There are no bodies.~

