Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026|| Spam done. Hope y'all enjoy the angst. 🙏🏻 000
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026He's sure he needs to pack soon. His finger moves to the green dot on the phone's screen, raising it up to his ear. "Kennedy." 000
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026Of fucking course, the one time he actually wanted to do something for himself— The buzzing stops, only to start up again a second later. It feels even more insistent now. With a sigh he pulls the phone from his pocket, automatically turning around to head back to the hotel. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026Every one of his contacts knows he's on vacation and to leave him the fuck alone so this can only be one thing. He stands there, frozen, already feeling drained again... – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026go over or not. He already made his decision though, leaving his now empty glass behind, absolutely looking forward to spending the evening in gorgeous company if she got the time. A few steps in he feels a buzz at his hip, making him stop. – 110
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026This keeps going on for a while, sometimes they're toasting to each other, sometimes they just smile. The one time he winked at her she definitely blushed. Yeah, she's interested alright. Which is why he is finally getting up, nonchalantly stretching as if he's still deciding if he should – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026It's sort of freeing, to be able to just ... let go, to actually be instead of always having to be professional. He's enjoying this freedom, the shy glances from the frankly gorgeous woman, the drinks, the beach. It's fucking amazing. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026when in fact he just tries to keep it professional at work. He's absolutely aware of it but decided a long time ago not to flirt back. It's simply best not to mix work and pleasure if it can be helped. Her eyes are on him again and he looks at her with a smirk, clearly flustering her. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026A woman sitting a bit further down on the beach. Their eyes meet and she quickly looks away. Leon can't help the small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He's seen that look many times before. People think he's oblivious of the heavy flirting some of his colleagues try with him – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026It's oddly peaceful, something he certainly isn't used to. But it's not oppressive either, like being at home after a mission sometimes feels. It simply just ... is. After a while he sits up and stretches, back cracking after being still so long. That's when he notices her. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026because the screaming child in question apparently simply didn't get what they wanted. Leaning back again in his beach chair, he takes another sip of his cocktail before setting it down. His head tips back, watching the seagulls flying around, their calls adding to the relaxed atmosphere. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026A child is suddenly screaming, making his head snap up to scan the area for any threat that might lurk on the beach, his hand reaching for a weapon that isn't even there. There's a sound coming from him that's half sigh, half laugh, suddenly feeling ridiculous – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026he takes a sip of his drink, humming at the sweet taste. Not his usual, but the bartender had recommended it to him, stating that, "You look like you would enjoy this one, it got quite the punch," and what can he say, the bartender was fucking right. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026extra reassurance that being on a job needs. He shakes his head about himself then, wondering why his mind keeps drifting to the one thing he's trying to forget right now. This is not the time to think about work, it's time to relax after god knows how long of being unable to. With a sigh, – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026or any weapons on him. It always takes time to get used to that, to stop feeling vulnerable without at least one hidden knife on him. Sure, he's well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, but feeling a knife sitting snug on his body somewhere just gives him that – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026beads of condensation gathering on the glass. It's a wonderful, warm day at the beach. Families are playing in the sand, some are enjoying a well-deserved retirement vacation, lots of people that are alone, too. Leon has been here for a week now and it still feels strange not to wear tactical gear– 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026His feet are bare, toes buried in warm sand. He's wearing shorts and a shirt that is not buttoned up, a pair of sunglasses sits on his nose. It's hot, his drink, something colorful he can't remember the name of with a silly umbrella sticking out of the top sits in his hand, – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026For a moment he just stares at the mess, his hand still gripping the edge of the counter, helping him stay grounded. Then he lets out a sigh, reaches for a towel, and kneels down to clean up. 000
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026A sound breaks through the memory. For a moment he is disoriented, one hand gripping the edge of the counter to steady himself. Leon blinks, once, twice. Then he looks down. The mug lies in pieces at his feet, coffee splattered across the kitchen floor. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026other hand. The place looks like people just left for a break and would return at any moment. And yet... no one ever would. A mug sits on the desk, coffee and milk long since gone cold, the sour smell unmistakable. There's a half-finished report next to it, the paper splattered with dried blood. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026still lingers in the kitchen, but something else. Sour. Spoiled. That smell drags him somewhere else. It's dark around him, the beam of the flashlight the only thing cutting through it. He steps through the wreckage. A banner with his name hangs from the ceiling, his gun, Matilda, clutched in his– 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026He puts the carton back into the fridge, the door creaking again when it closes. For a moment he just holds the mug in his hand, letting the heat seep into his palm. Then he raises the mug toward his lips, the smell of the coffee making him frown. It's wrong. Not the warm, familiar smell that – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026The door of the fridge creaks when he opens it. Eggs. A stick of butter. Mustard that probably expired God knows when. A half-empty bottle of whiskey. And a carton of milk. Without a second thought, he reaches for the carton, adds a splash of milk to his coffee, and gives it a lazy stir. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026because yeah, those always work out. A lot of times he gets called back in after a day of rest because there's yet another bioweapon that needs to be handled. He grabs a mug from the cupboard. A moment later, it's filled with fresh coffee, the smell of it slowly filling the kitchen. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026which would do fine too, given how little time he spends at home. Leon leans against the counter with crossed arms, waiting for the coffee to finish while he wonders what to do over the next few days. The D.S.O. has graciously given him a few days to wind down, – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026knew what to do once he was home. A quiet sigh escapes him as he turns toward the kitchen. Coffee first, the rest can be figured out later, one step at a time. He's using the coffee maker on autopilot, some fancy thing that he was gifted once and never replaced with a regular one, – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026The coat in his hand gets mindlessly thrown over the back of his couch, his bag dropped to the floor as he walks further into his apartment. For a moment he just stands there, exhausted, not sure what to do with himself. Funny how he knows how to clear a room without hesitation but never quite – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026He drops the keys on the side table in the hallway. As always, it's quiet in here. That's nothing new. And yet, it sometimes unsettles him when he gets back from a mission. He's more used to gunfire, explosions, people yelling, screaming in agony, the noise of bioweapons of every kind. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026Turns out his mood is a lot better during the debriefs if he's clean. Color him surprised. What seems like hours later, he finally steps out of the elevator, heading toward his apartment. It's noon now, so he'll just have to push through the day on what little sleep he got on the flight back. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026It's been a long fucking few days. The post-operation debrief was delightful as ever, which was to say he wished that this part would not be in his job description at all. At least this time they let him shower and change first, which was a nice surprise. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026He should be grateful that he made it out yet again, knowing that one day his luck will run out. And yet ... he feels numb. Maybe he is desensitised to all of this. Maybe he should be concerned, worried. But he feels nothing at all. 000
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026A new day is starting, the world keeps spinning, another mission accomplished, another man-made horror that he survived. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026Back in the day people told him that he wouldn't stop talking, no matter what. And now... people feel lucky if he talks at all aside from mission reports and other required conversations. He's leaning his arms on the handrail, looking at the rising sun, the sky tinted in gold and orange. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026The last proper home probably was before Raccoon City. Leon finds himself on the building's rooftop. It's early enough that there's no one here yet for a smoke and he's grateful for that. The thought of having to talk to even more people... it has him shudder. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026By now they know not to expect his written report until a few days after a mission. Technically he is finally done with everything and yet he can't bring himself to go home. Leon scoffs at himself. More like a place where he keeps his clothes and occasionally stays to sleep. – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026answers at the right time. After what seemed like hours they are dismissed, a few pat his back for another mission well done. He tries not to flinch at the contact, his body sore and bruised. Shouldn't these people know better? – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026and if he's being honest the older he gets, the more difficult that part becomes. There's the post mission debrief. As always they couldn't even wait until he had a shower and fresh clothes on and he doesn't know how he made it through it, doesn't know how he managed to give the right – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026Another mission completed to the government's liking. He got back to HQ in the middle of the night after spending hours on a plane, being patched up by medics. Leon hasn't slept yet, too wound up still post mission. It's always taking him some time to wind down – 100
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 13/08/2026|| gonna add my solos put on twit here as well 🫡 'scuse me for the possible spam 🙏🏻 010
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Reposted by Leon S. Kennedy𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 @exumbrellahound.bsky.social · 18/05/2026"𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝, ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕠𝕤-𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕." 03432
Leon S. Kennedy @echoesofrpd.bsky.social · 11/08/2026He looks at his now empty hand, his eyes narrowing as he looks up at Chris. "The fuck is it with you and always stealing my drinks?" He's not even taking out his flask this time because he is sure Chris will take that, too. "Can't a man fuckin' drink in peace??" 000
