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Indie canon-divergent Amélie Lacroix, semi-selective. FC: Phoebe Tonkin

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Ana just walked, she wasn’t sure of all these questions, she had recently returned and chaos seemed to just increase the more she delved deeper into the situation. Amelie deserved to know though, if she had planned on fighting with them. “Small, under 20 at best, and even lower at worst. Overwatch as you and I knew it is no more, we are more a group of vigilantes than an organization. We help who we can, when we can, that’s all i know.” she said morbidly, the words sounding slightly hopeless as they exited her mouth, she wasn’t sure as to what she would do, what Amelie would do, she would be with her in whatever she chose to do though.

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie both felt and looked like she was going to be sick, her steps slowing until she had come to a complete stop. A group of vigilantes with no outside power whatsoever. Didn’t that make what they were doing completely and totally illegal? Were they going on missions in different counties? Were they actually invading other countries? This could be disastrous. This could cause a war. “No leader and no alliances.” She sighed and started to walk again, looking more and more exhausted with each step. This was such a mess and no one was even trying to fix it, it seemed. She fell back into step with Ana, folding her arms tightly over her chest. “Who do we have? Reinhardt, Jack...?” She trailed off, watching the older woman expectantly.

[smollmikey]

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

[littlebadger]

smollmikey:

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”

“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”

“I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”

“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”

“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”

“You’re just not enough anymore.”

“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”

“Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”

“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”

“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”

“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”

“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”

“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”

“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

“I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”

“All of this was to protect myself.”

“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”

“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”

“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”

“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”

“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”

“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”

“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”

“I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”

“Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”

“It would have been better if we never met.”

“You’re my regret.”

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”

“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

[fiereveuve-blog]

Bad Call

[ continued from here @retterin ] Amélie clearly had no intention of listening to the woman before her as she started to pace, clearly struggling to keep her emotions in check. There were no signs? Was this Angela anywhere near as good a doctor as the one from her time? How could someone brutally tortured for god knows how long show no signs of brainwashing? “The system in here for kidnapped agents is lax, Doctor. What happened to protective custody for people who could be sleeper agents? Did you do away with that just in time to have Gérard brutally murdered?” Or did they not do that at all in this timeline? This is exactly why they needed a leader! Stupid slip ups like this shouldn’t be happening! 

[fiereveuve-blog]

How does it feel knowing that there is nothing you could have done to save Gerard in this world or your own. You're helpless, and your inaction makes you just as at fault for his death as anyone else.

"In this world, your Gérard was never mine to begin with, so while I am saddened he was so brutally murdered, it really has nothing to do with me. My Gérard however...it is my fault. There was so much I could have done to prevent his death...I regret it every day."

[fiereveuve-blog]

Flattery will get you everywhere, luv *winks* - tracersrecall

“You were the first person to make me laugh after Gérard…I know it isn’t much of a compliment in the traditional sense, but nothing meant more to me in that moment. Mille fois merci.”

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[widowsmark]

Widowmaker narrowed her eyes at the woman before her. “I did love him,” she said simply. “I still love him.” Dropping her hands from the woman’s wrists, she took a step back, one hand moving to rest on her hip.

“And I am proud of both. Just as I am proud of killing him.” A small stab to her chest. A flat lie. “It was a very clean kill considering my inexperience. The hardest part was Gérard convincing Angela to let me return home without running full tests.”

She smirked. “Or dear friend Angela could have prevented all of this. How does that make you feel?” Her eyes narrowed again. “It didn’t even take much. He barely had to ask.”

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie rubbed her wrists once she was released, pulling her sleeves down over them to hide the bruises that were already starting to form there. “What love? Even if the murder wasn’t your fault, here you are bragging about it to me like a preening hen.”  The mention of Angela set her afire once more, but she couldn’t afford to be distracted. “Stop bringing up other people! I am not here to argue what other people have done, I’m here to hold you responsible for murdering Gérard. Angela didn’t kill him, you did. No excuses.” Amélie stepped close to Widowmaker, face right up in the other woman’s, their noses almost touching. “Maybe you aren’t proud and that’s why you keep trying to make excuses and shift the blame, but we both know that you’re the murderer. Stop playing these games, Amélie.” 

[raptoraprotector]

Fareeha chuckled softly. “I’m surprised Lena didn’t offer you any of hers,” she said, putting a hand on the woman’s shoulder and slowly steering her down the hall. “She has a standing prescription of Angie’s strongest ones. I’ll get you some though, don’t worry.”

She kept up some idle chatter as they walked to the kitchen and Fareeha pulled out some leftover lasagna to heat up for Amélie. Setting the plate down in front of the woman at the counter, she leaned her elbows against the marble and sighed. “She will not be easy to find,” she noted after a few moments of silence.

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie probably hadn’t actually given her much of a chance with how much of a mess she had been. And continued to be, honestly. Sometimes she could feel herself slipping when she was standing firmly on both feet. That jet had really done a number on her, to be feeling it this long after the crash.  Once she had settled and started eating the lasagna that Fareeha had graciously retrieved for her, Amélie looked up with the empty fork touching her lips at the Fareeha’s sudden comment. Widowmaker? Of course not. Her lips twitched and she set the fork down for the moment, fingers lacing together in front of her as she spoke slowly.  “Overwatch must have contacts elsewhere, right? I know we’re not as...world renowned as we once were, but there has to be someone out there looking out for us. Would they know?” There was always mercs, even though Amélie always had a hard time trusting them. But this wasn’t her world, and in this moment, she didn’t care what she screwed up as long as this walking mistake perished in the mess.

[widowsmark]

Widowmaker’s smirk grew as the woman grew visibly more distressed. She didn’t know why this was so satisfying but it was. Wasn’t that her reason for coming?

When the woman struck her though, all amusement flew out the window. Hissing, the assassin caught Amélie’s wrists before she could throw anymore punches and with a growl she pinned the woman against the wall. “You don’t know anything about me,” she hissed. “You think you do. But you do not. You are not me. You are a poor imitation from another time – another world.”

She snarled and she eased up on her grip only to slam the woman harder against the wall. _”Your_ husband was so weak,” she hummed. “I heard he died of a spider bite how pitiful.” She smirked. “But at the same time, fitting, hm? Do you know how many times Talon made attempts on my husband’s life before they finally resorted to me?”

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie wasn’t prepared for the woman’s strength, her body being slammed back into the wall easily. Not only did they brainwash her, it seemed like they did something to her physically. Her skin was a dead giveaway as well, but her enhanced strength was something else. Amélie struggled nonetheless, bodily throwing her weight around to try and wrench free.  “Poor imitation? I’m real, you’re fabricated. Created. A knockoff.” Amélie would never admit this woman was someone that she could become. Ever. She’d kill herself before she let herself become a heartless cold assassin who murders her own husband.  The mention of Gérard sent anger flaring up inside her hotter than she had ever felt it, her pale face flushing brightly as she tried to contain herself. “Who cares if he was weaker? You really want to stand here and preen that your Gérard was stronger than mine when you killed him in cold blood, you bitch? Bragging about him even though you ended his life with your own two hands. I heard you were fucked up, but this is on a whole new level entirely.” And then she laughed loud, but it was more of a bark of deep loathing, no hint of humor anywhere. “Do you even know what to be proud of anymore? Yourself for killing him or your dead husband for living longer than mine? At least mine died loved.”

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Ana furrowed her brow, they didn’t have much of a leader, it was true that Winston had sent out the recall, he was the one who coordinated some of the missions she had been on, so possibly he could be considered a leader. He would never admit to it, there was nothing really keeping them together, maybe just the will to do the right thing, to protect people.

“Amélie, this is quite dangerous dear. We don’t have much of a leadership, I could possibly get you in the main Mission hub if you’d like?” She offered, though she knew that wouldn’t sedate her need, she would want to fight, to redeem her name, to avenge her husband. “Though, I’m sure that is beneath you. If you come with me, we can get you a room at the watchpoint, then we can get you trained…” she said, shaking her head to herself as she walked away from her slowly, urging her to follow. She wasn’t sure about any of this, she wouldn’t know what she would do if she was the cause of another death of someone she could have saved.

[fiereveuve-blog]

No leadership? Amélie balked at the thought, her eyes widening like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Even if it wasn’t Jack or Gabriel, there had to be someone who could lead them...what would she do if there wasn’t? “Take me.” Nothing was beneath here, not here and not back in her own time. She followed Ana briskly, falling into step beside her easily.  Ana could lead, Amélie was sure. Even without her eye, Ana was an incredible soldier - one that could inspire others to be just as amazing. But she wasn’t, and there had to be a reason for it. This wasn’t the time to ask, however. “What are our numbers? How are our alliances?” Amélie had always been the delegate sent to speak with country leaders whenever it was needed, but she doubted that she could do that in this time with Widowmaker running amok with her face. 

[tracersrecall]

What Could Have Been [closed rp]

[tracersrecall]

Lena laughed softly at the memory and held the woman tighter. “Well… It was a really nice dress… I ever tell you I had a crush on you back then?” She still did, honestly, but with everything happening – Widowmaker and all of that – it had become more… complicated.

“Sorry… probably no’ the bes’ thing ta’–” she broke off as the woman started speaking French, clutching to her as if her life depended on it.

Lena’s mind slowly muddled through the French. She had been learning… a little. She was fairly passable at most languages, but for whatever reason, French was her downfall – figured.

“Je ferai… de mon mieux…” she stammered through, the words slipping around in her mind. She thought she had gotten it right though, even if her pronunciation had been rubbish. Sliding a hand up to the back of Amélie’s neck, she pressed their foreheads together gently.

“You’re one of my best friends, luv… Tha’ makes you my top priority.” Not to mention she had failed to save Widowmaker. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake this time around.

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie had known the younger woman had had a crush on her, but obviously she had had Gérard, and then...she hadn’t, and there had been nothing left inside of her to love like that. Even now, so long after his death she wasn’t sure she was even capable of love like that anymore. But now really wasn’t the time, but thankfully Lena moved on at the breakneck speed she was known for, and Amélie was eternally grateful. She was already reeling from the trip she had just had, she didn’t need to pile guilt on top of the swirling pool of emotions coursing through her. She couldn’t handle it. She could barely handle breathing and speaking at the same time, after all.  Her best. “ Je n'en demandais pas plus.” It felt natural saying that at least - a constant phrase from her training classes and generally something she said to all the new recruits, even if they understood it or not.  Finally, Amélie’s body either started to even out of the time-spinning keel it decided to go on or for the moment it was manageable, and she felt like she could open her eyes without feeling as if she was going to fly sideways into space. “Where are we?” Her voice shook as much as she was, but she didn’t sound quite as emotional as before.

[tracersrecall]

What Could Have Been [closed rp]

[tracersrecall]

“Woah, woah, okay… easy…” Lena murmured, finally dropping her guard completely and bringing both hands up to steady the woman. “You’re gonna be alrigh’ jus’ breathe…” She bit her lip, remembering her own ordeal after her Slipstream incident.

Taking a breath, she rubbed Amélie’s back slowly. “You’re alrigh’ luv… we’ll figure out wha’ happened…” She hesitated and bit her lip. “Can I give ya’ a hug…? Would tha’ be alrigh’?” At the woman’s barely perceptible nod, Lena actually climbed up into the bed with her and wrapped her arms around the taller woman, resting her cheek on her shoulder.

“Jus’ breathe and focus on my voice, yeah?” she murmured. “Le’ me ground ya’.” She knew what it was like to feel floaty after a timestream jump. And by now she was sure that’s what this was.  “Wanna tell me wha’ your first memory of me is?” she asked, making sure to keep her voice soft and even.

[fiereveuve-blog]

It was easier said than done, breathing. Her heart was going a mile a minute and the panicked woman had to focus hard on breathing to actually accomplish it, chanting inspirer and expirer in her head to help accomplish the task. It took her a few seconds to actually hear Lena asking if she wanted a hug and she managed to nod, all the while focusing on breathing.  Lena’s tight embrace steadied her enough that she started to breathe almost normally, but the falling sideways feeling just wouldn’t stop. She tilted her head to the side and waited to see if that helped, quickly straightening when it actually made it worse.  “You playing with Winston, and he was crying because you had been lost for so long.” Amélie murmured, her own speech clipped and quick though she felt as if she was speaking too slowly. “You blinked over and told me my dress was pretty, and then you were gone. I laugh. You always make me laugh.” She was rambling now, trying to keep her mind focused on one thing so it wouldn’t keep trying to split off in seemingly infinite directions.  She let go of her knees slowly, the world tipping just enough that she quickly compensated for it by grabbing Lena’s shoulder, her other arm quickly snaking around her chest to grip her as tightly as she had been gripping her legs. “Protège moi, Lena...s'il vous plaît. Je suis perdu , et effrayé.” 

[tracersrecall]

What Could Have Been [closed rp]

[tracersrecall]

Lena’s hand almost met the other woman’s halfway, but when she moved to take the sheets instead, Lena pulled back quickly. Biting her lip, she watched as the woman attempted to steady herself. So young. She was so young. Lena could tell, even before the woman gave her answer. The way this woman carried herself was so different than what Lena had come to know from Widowmaker.

When the answer did come, Lena simply blinked for several moments. “Twenty-five?” she shook her head. “Bloody ‘ell… you’re a year younger than me now, luv…” She shook her head. “Well, you’re definitely not from this time… Tha’s for sure.”

Frowning, she reached out to put a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder, ready to pull back if she reacted badly.  “I’m sorry for scarin’ you like that, luv… It’s jus’… I guess things happened a bit differently here than wherever you came from…” She pressed her lips together. “So I guess it’s safe to say you don’t work with Talon, yeah?” She laughed nervously.

[fiereveuve-blog]

A year younger than Lena? Amélie had thought she felt sick before, but now with the world tipping and spinning it was seemingly turning upside down and sending her stomach careening. She swallowed thickly and waited for the blood rushing in her ears to quiet, but it didn’t and Tracer’s hand startled her badly and she opened her eyes in a blind panic.  “I would never.” Amélie let go of the sheets and covered her eyes and brought her legs up to her chest, practically quaking as her body finally started to react to the trauma she had obviously went through in the time hop and the subsequent crash. “I feel like I’m floating, Lena.” She didn’t sound entirely there right then, her voice muffled by her legs, slowly swaying sideways before she righted herself again through sheer willpower. Whatever effects the Slipstream was having on her was making her feel like she was falling sideways and if she actually tipped she might just keep going.  She was terrified.

[widowsmark]

@fiereveuve

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie could feel her pent up anger and rage boiling over as she read this farce of an apology, wondering in what world she could find something like this funny. Even reading this nonsense was giving her headache, each stressed throb of her heart paining her more and more. Died peacefully, dreaming of her.  This Amélie didn’t deserve that love, nor that piece of mind. She crumpled the paper and dropped it to the desk in front of her, and then she smacked it away with her hand as if she couldn’t stand to see it.  She rose from her chair so fast that she knocked it backwards, moving around the desk quickly toward the smug, disgusting woman before her. It didn’t matter that this fake was armed and she wasn’t, she couldn’t hold back any longer. In one fluid motion, Amélie raised her hand and smacked the woman as hard as she could across the face. “This apology is trash, Widowmaker.” She spat the name like poison. “Our husband? You don’t deserve to speak of him.”

[raptoraprotector]

Fareeha responded with a bright smile of her own and dropped her arm, but only so she could envelop the woman in a great hug. “I have an inkling,” she murmured. “I’m only sorry that she wasn’t already taken care of before now.”

Pulling back, she drew in a breath. “For now, shall we go get something to eat. Perhaps some rest,” she suggested, noting the bags under Amélie‘s eyes. “I know waiting doesn’t sound like the best option, but we’ll be better off tracking and fighting her when we’re at our best.”

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie hugged the woman back just as tightly, holding on for the moment like her life depended on it. Just like with her mother, Amélie felt safe in Pharah’s strong embrace, and when Pharah pulled away she felt like it ended too soon.  But she was right, they did need to eat and she especially needed to sleep. She found it hard to settle down since she had gotten here, her legs jumping and twitching every time she would lie down to sleep. Maybe it was a side effect of the Slipstream, but her muscles kept jumping and startling her awake. She hadn’t managed to find Angela yet, so she couldn’t ask for something to help her sleep. “Whatever you think is best, I defer to your judgement.” Which was something she honestly did not do very much. But she was tired, her eyes were burning and her muscles were aching. She needed rest, but her body wouldn’t let her. It was problematic. She yawned and rubbed at her face, eyes blearily watching Pharah. “Is there...sleep medicine here?” It was a military base after all, and with the monstrosities and atrocities that Overwatch saw on a daily basis, surely there had to be something tucked away somewhere.

[fiereveuve-blog]

Mccree gently pushed the door open to Améle office. He had taken the brunt of the betrayal, with Gabriel taking his arm, and eye. After several days of recovery, he wanted to see how Améle was holding up. "Améle?" He called out.

Amélie had gotten herself set up in a little office in the new Overwatch main base, though she actually had no reason to be here. Everyone here was practically a traitor, having not gone after the woman who killed her husband. Letting her walk free. Letting Blackwatch members defect…what had happened?She looked up quickly as McCree walked in, her eyes widening at how different he was from her own time. She was used to him being so young and clean shaven, and now he looked like a cowboy hobo. “Jesse?!” She quickly stood up from her chair, sprinting the short distance to stand in front of him, hand hovering over the stump where his arm used to be. Gabriel. She frowned, biting hard at her lip. 

[six-shot-vigilante-deactivated2]

Even though she didn’t touch it, he let out a low since, as the phantom pain was still fresh. Though he wouldn’t allow it to bother him, as he was surprised to see her act so quickly. Yet Seinfeld her here only made him sad, as the thought of watching so many of his friends die haunted him. Not only that, but he felt personally responsible for not doing more. “I’m sorry ma'am.” He whispered, tears slowly forming in his only eye.

[fiereveuve-blog]

Amélie quickly jerked her hand away from his arm, knowing that the pain was only in his head but feeling horrific for causing it anyway. “Don’t apologize. Not your fault.” She looked at his face, the bandage over his eye breaking her heart even more. If they had of been on top of things more, kept a better eye on Blackwatch, this wouldn’t have happened. Jesse wouldn’t be...this injured. Or injured at all.  The tear that streaked slowly down his face caused a hard lump to form in her throat, and she struggled to keep her own emotions in check because she wasn’t the injured one. She wasn’t the one who needed comfort, he was. She balled her sleeve up over her palm and reached up to softly dab at the tear, so careful not to hurt the injured side of his face. “You should be resting, Jesse. I’ll walk you back to the infirmary.” She finished wiping at his face, her arms dropping resignedly to her sides.