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Prompt 1: "For you I'd burn the length and breadth of sky."
Jake gets an odd feeling stirred within his stomach whenever Sherry is near- a bubbling surge of feeling that starts in his stomach and threatens to spread through his body like fire, and though he knows she can take care of herself and he desperately wants to squash the romantic notions of chivalry that fly through his head, as he squares his shoulders, sets his hips and spreads his hands wide in a martial stance, the screaming, raw face of a Nepad bears upon him with a simmering, primal rage and he knows there is no end to how far he would go for her.
Prompt 2: “It's all good till it stops, it's all good till it's not. Sleep, nobody sleeps, it's always sideways.”
Rebecca unconsciously shifts with the aim of finding a more comfortable position in which she could finally sleep- the day’s events were still swimming around her head like absent minded goldfish; for a brief period her life she had felt stable, in control, no longer shackled to the lingering desires that tugged at the pit of her stomach like a child with a blanket- but that was before Billy Coen had come into her life again, bedraggled, exhausted, looking like shit but still with a smirk and a “Dollface” slipping off his lips like he had never left.
Prompt 3: Scarves!
Chris nervously affixes the hunter green scarf tighter around his neck to almost uncomfortable levels and coughs into his hand- and despite reassurances from Jill that the scarf looks perfectly natural on him and is his shade of green and the comforting, soft touch of cashmere, Chris looks at Piers, face covered in scars, one eye translucent blue green, and thinks of the shredded garment around his tainted neck, grey green embedded in blue gray flesh, and he wants to hit something, maybe himself.
Prompt 4: "I woke alone, I was still burning. The fire was all that's left, all that's left of you."
Jill’s voice is screaming itself hoarse in her mind, ragged pleas lost to deaf ears as the P-30 drug courses through her veins- “I’m sorry sorry so sorry, Please forgive me,” she is begging even as a snarl mars her face and with eyes filled with hate her gloved fingers close tighter around Chris Redfield’s throat, the desire to maim, hurt, even kill coursing through her unchecked like a wildfire as his blue eyes beseech her own, lost and sad yet somehow full of determination and for a moment, the fires abate and he reaches towards her chest.
Prompt 5: Brass goggles!
Billy tries very very hard not to wince as Rebecca tenderly appraises the angry red skin of his abdomen; he had been quick to wave off the jet of boiling air that nearly bowled him over in her workshop as nothing but as Rebecca adjusted her brass goggles tighter atop the crown of her head a stern, domineering look surfaced on her face and she told him, “Billy, possible second degree burns are NOT nothing-now drop the macho act and raise your shirt so I can see the damage,” and he decided it’d perhaps be better not to argue just this once.
Prompt 6: Abandon all and flee immediately.
“Sherry, we have to go- now!” Jake can’t help the note of desperation that slips into his urgent voice as Neo-Umbrella’s security sirens start to blare in his ears and for a moment he swears he can hear the cracking of J’avo cocoons- Sherry is frantically slamming keys on the display as data downloads onto her DSO jump drive- as soon as the bar pings 100 percent she snatches it out of the drive and turns on her heel without a word, Jake incredulously following her with a tight lipped smile, “After you, Supergirl.”