Withering bones
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They noticed it: they understood it.
There are no more whores in Albert's bed, Alex's sheets are cold in the morning.
The servants talk and chat.
It's an abomination, they say.
It's a mortal sin, they whisper.
It is divine punishment for killing the Lady, they proclaim.I saw them, someone says.
They were no longer human, another confirms.
They had taken on the appearance of beasts, they fucked in the same way, claims the older one.
They will burn for this, the final sentence.Alex hides in the shadows of their words and waits.
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- Part 1 of Withering bones
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I (just) died in your arms by DamadiSangue
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
03 Mar 2023
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He often raced with the Snake, the Hawk.
My sister, Albert had presented her once, pointing to a girl with empty eyes and pale skin - a cruel look on her still childish face.From today she will come with us.
And he remembers it, Birkin.
He remembers her climbing with them along the walls of the castle, falling.
He remembers her cleaning her knees from the blood and collecting her skirt around the thighs, then tightening it in a silk and gold knot.
He remembers her not to be afraid, throw herself with Albert beyond the walls and laughs - a bird of just four years and a few days.Series
- Part 2 of Withering bones
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The storm gathers strength, battering Raccoon for hours now.
Lady Alex shows no signs of improving, on the contrary: the fever has risen and the king watches over her with wild eyes, shiny with sleep and fatigue.
"She's breathing too fast." he says, and Alex's bloodless hand disappears into his.
"She's fighting the disease."
"She's losing." the king exhales, and for a moment Stuart has a premonition - a terrible window into the future.
Lady Alex, dead.
The king, alone.
A relentless iron fist, a heart so frail that it can destroy and crush - a kingdom brought to its knees by the pain of a single man.Series
- Part 3 of Withering bones
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War, Morgan? the king had asked, his beaked helmet under his arm and a cloak as dark as coagulated blood over his shoulders.
War, do you declare me, old man?
And Lansdale had collapsed: he had asked for mercy, forgiveness.
The king had bared his teeth, at his side she - a whore with whom he shared his bed, Carla had confided to him, fueling the gossip of the servants.
It was Alexandra Wesker who had started the massacre: she, and that gentle touch along the king's arm.
The royal army had slid down the ridge of the mountain, pouring into the valley like a black and liquid tide - destroying everything.Series
- Part 4 of Withering bones