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Albert Wesker ([personal profile] viralgod) wrote in [community profile] arklaycounty2022-12-31 10:38 pm

I am your servant // May I light your cigarette?

[ The chill of the night seeped through the fabric of Wesker's clothes as he stepped out a side door into the dim light of the garden, making him shiver. Winter had come to the Arklay Mountains, and the crisp scent of the year's first snow was in the air. He pulled his black jacket tighter around him as he made his way down one of the paths to a more secluded area. This habit of his was going to be very inconvenient during the coming months.

Wesker had started smoking the same day William had told him he was dating Annette. It helped him deal with the hurt of seeing them together and the stress that caused him. At first there had been issues with the nicotine making him sick, which might have been because he chain smoked for a while, but he'd gotten used to it now. The habit was something he was trying to keep from his coworkers, if only because he didn't want to hear his only friend complaining about how bad it was for his health.

When he was reasonably sure that he was far enough away from doors and windows to avoid being seen, he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small black box. Hands moving on autopilot, Wesker removed a dark colored cigarette from the box and slipped it between his lips. He cupped his hand around the end of the cigarette to protect the flame of his chrome zippo from the light breeze. As the tip began to glow orange, he placed the box and lighter back in his pocket.

A deep draw followed by a slow exhale of smoke already had him feeling much more relaxed. He was supposed to be back in the lab in a few minutes—they were working late tonight—but he'd really needed the nicotine. He was counting on William being too absorbed in work to notice his absence, or at the very least, to do anything about it. ]
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[personal profile] retroviridae 2023-01-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ William threw the coat on the ground, where it more-or-less blended in seamlessly with the fresh snow. Childish, yes, but he'd never made much of an effort to curb such behaviors. ]

Choose something better! Why should I leave her for someone who lies to me, Al? [ A faint, unstable quaver underscored his voice as he added— ] Why should I be friends with someone who lies to me? Someone who apparently doesn't care if I have to bury him!

[ You know how my mother died. You know how she died, and you're still doing this to me. ]
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[personal profile] retroviridae 2023-01-02 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Then quit.

[ What an absurd thing to say. 'If'. As though there had ever been a question as to whether or not Wesker could rely on him for support if he just made it clear there was a problem. ]

I've never been anything but supportive of you.
retroviridae: (must be an old evil spirit)

[personal profile] retroviridae 2023-01-02 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Are you serious?

William narrowed his eyes. ]


You've made it clear why you started. That doesn't make it a valid reason. [ What the fuck does he expect, a That's so romantic? ] You lied to me for months, Albert. About the cigarettes and about—everything else. Forgive me if I'm not thrilled with you at the moment.

[ Annette doesn't lie, he almost said but ultimately didn't. On some level, even through the fog of his anger he understood that was a line not to be crossed. He didn't want to remove the knife, but he didn't want to twist it, either. ]