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spideronlacroix:

“I’m a vain woman, everything is perfectly smooth.” Amelie answered for a bit of lip service before being left alone.

 She looked about the entry, kitchen and living room of Lena’s apartment. Almost as soon as she was left alone Amelie could feel Talon’s changes to her psyche taking hold in a manner that could only be described as suffocating. With the true woman once more trapped within her own heart and mind Widowmaker began to more thoroughly snoop. Tracer still had her weapon  when she’d left for the bag.

 As the sniper made her way into the hall she made a pit stop in the bathroom to check in there for anything she could. Any information that could somehow aid Talon.

 “What a fool of a woman.” Widow remarked to herself as she noted all of the care products. “Some of these brands aren’t even good. Then again she wouldn’t have invited me so willingly into her home if she were smart.” After throwing out her insult Amelie locked eyes with herself in the mirror and her gaze softened. “… I suppose I am one such fool too Gerard.”

 Hearing what seemed to be the sound of Lena returning the french woman rushed back out to the living room to greet her host. Thankfully she’d been tidy in her search.

—≪ ⏪ ≫ “So, how disappointin’ was my quarters? Nothin’ really valuable for yer cause, hm?”

     She entered the room, setting the bag on the couch, resisting the urge to bite her lip.

     “Perhaps ya could even give me some advice on better makeup? Or did ya at least find something you’d like ta eat out o’ my fridge? At least the milk isn’t spoiled.”

        Was Lena assuming? Partly. She had a few hidden cameras in the place, that she had checked via her phone. Was she hurt... No. She had expected this.

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—≪ ⏪ ≫ “I could make a statement or two about th’t, but I think I’ll leave th’t alone, luv.”

     It wasn’t long before they reached her apartment, she unlocking and motioning for her to enter. She took her coat off, laying it aside.

 Lena’s comment brought a tiny tug of a smile to Amelie’s lips. Sexual jokes and comments were nothing new to the sniper, be they to or from her. Even though the britsh woman had chosen not to make her remark, she had a feeling she knew what kind of statement it would be.

 Once they’d made it into the apartment Widowmaker was quick to let her hair down. Her thoughts traveled to her bag. It was a duffel bag that she’d had from the start of her stake out. Some of the contents in the bag included a change of clothes. However in her scuffle with Tracer she’d gone and forgotten it.

 “I forgot my bag on the roof I was sniping from.” Amelie remarked with a sigh. “It had my change of clothes and other possessions.” She explained. “I’ll be left nude if I shed these clothes now. Perhaps you could rush back to grab the bag? It’s purple, wouldn’t be hard to miss.”

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—≪ ⏪ ≫”I dunno, luv, maybe I should let ya have ta sleep in the nude ton’ght. I’ll get a good view th’t’s for sure.”

       A chuckle before she did a twirl.

      “O’ course, I’ll be glad ta go an’ get ya bag for ya. Just give me a few seconds and I’ll be back in a blink of a’ eye.”

       With that she saluted, then ran off.

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darkdraconicgoddess:

 “Yep!” Emile agreed. “I can turn into a small purple little dragon. You know Dragonflies? They got their wings from me!” He informed happily. “Here, how about I show you something really fun!”

 With that Emile bounced back a bit, did a twirl for flourish and used his magic to shrink down to being palm sized. He showed the winds he so happily boasted about and flittered up to a half just before her face.

 “What do you think? I can quite literally dance in the palm of someone’s hand.” His words came with a laugh.

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Th’t was amazin’! Yer quite adorable too, no matt’r th’ size!”

     She lifted her hands to hold underneath him, as if she was scared he might fall.

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brightestelement:

>>εïз>> “Bubble Butt? Ruuuuuuuuude, especially coming from you!”

She laughed, though, zipping ahead of the jumpsuited woman. After a while, though, she faltered slightly, confused. Awww, this was no fun without competition to race with! She was already almost to the building! Her fingers reached out to touch it when-

The blue blur zipped along past her, a gloved hand tagging the wall.

Lux’s jaw dropped.

“Oh … my … wowie! That’s just amagical! You covered that distance so fast!” She was so exhuberent, she threw herself into the woman’s arms, hugging her giddily.

“My name’s Luxanna, you gotta tell me yours!”

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Name’s Lena or ya can call me Tracer.”

      She hugged the woman back, giddy from the enjoyment the other seemed to be getting out of her display.

      “So what do ya want ta do now? Ya seem eager enough for somethin’ fun or such.”

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spideronlacroix:

“You could wind up terribly injured amour. Or worse.” Amelie warned further. “If I’m too close my weapon is only an arm’s reach away.”

 She was voicing her thoughts aloud, hoping it’d be of some help. Her chest felt like it was being torn apart from her own emotional struggle.

 “Please, lead me home. I need to get out of these clothes. That would help.”

—≪ ⏪ ≫ “I could make a statement or two about th’t, but I think I’ll leave th’t alone, luv.”

     It wasn’t long before they reached her apartment, she unlocking and motioning for her to enter. She took her coat off, laying it aside.

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spideronlacroix:

“You’re not me.” She replied. “You wouldn’t think of attempting to kill me in my sleep.” Amelie elaborated.

 It looked like she wouldn’t get Widow’s Kiss back for a while. Perhaps that was for the better considering how her mind was bouncing back and forth between ‘kill her’ and ‘kiss her’.

 “It might be safest for you if I were walking ahead of you.”

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Yeah, I s’pose th’t does make things a bit more risky an’ all that, but I think I’m safe. Enough anyhow.”

   A smile, but the flash of worry was in her eyes. She had to do this though. For both of them.

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darkdraconicgoddess:

“Not a mage.” He corrected. “This part might be where it gets weird though. I’m a dragon. Or rather a Dragon Lord. A high class species of dragon. Fairy subspecies of dragon if you’re curious.” He beamed proudly. “We’re nature’s babysitter.”

 He was perhaps all to proud to claim the title of “nature’s babysitter”.

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Whoa, hold on. Holllld on. Yer a dragon? A real life dragon? Bloody, ‘ell, I thought they were just myths, I... You’re th’ real deal!”

   She bounced eagerly, excited to find this out.

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brightestelement:

>>εïз>> Oh yes, could you please?! I’d love to see you in action! Ooooh, Oooh! How about a race? To that building over there and back! I just can’t wait to lose to you! On your marks, get set, goooooooo!”

With her wings vigerously flapping, she was off, flying at the building with all the speed she could muster, though she knew she was hopelessly outmatched. But oh, what fun!

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Ya got it, bubble butt!”

    A laugh as she even let her get a head start. One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes... She was off. Feet hitting the ground hard, then a dash, a blink, a back flipped dash, fingers touching the wall.

    “How’s th’t luv, for a display?”

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spideronlacroix:

“I think I like the sound of those rumors.” Amelie replied in a slightly playful tone.

 She was quick to meet the wink with one of her own. Oh the rumors that would probably be spread from this when it hit the public.A thought came to mind. Widowmaker could kill Tracer as she slept that night.

 A quick shake of the head came at the notion. No. Lena was the key to her salvation. She believed in that. It was all Amelie had for reclaiming her lost self.

 “Please, lead the way Cheri. Bring me home.” There was a smile to accompany those words.

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Gonna go ahead an’ say I didn’t expect ya ta be so willin’. But, alright, let’s go. It’s not too far away luckily.”

    She twirled her guns, sheathing them, while she attached Widow’s Kiss to her back. She could have been at her place in under five minutes... But she was going to take her time with this.

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spideronlacroix:

“I don’t.” She answered in an almost apologetic tone. “I’ve nowhere to go outside of Talon.”

 The kiss had helped. It kept Widowmaker’s mind on Lena. Her mind focusing on Lena kept it in the realm of her happier days with her husband and the members of Overwatch that she was able to meet. The memories helped push back Talon’s deep rooted alterations to her mind.

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Guess there gets ta be more rumors tonight then. You’re gonna come home with me.”

    She smirked, giving her a wink.

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spideronlacroix:

 “Help me feel…” She whispered softly. “Be my pillar again. I want to be myself again. Not some death machine… Even if I do enjoy it.”

  That last comment was a sign that she was slipping back into her previous mindset. She was still technically on the job and thus the grips of Talon’s mental reconstruction were not as loose as they could be.

 “Anything is fine, just stop me…”

—≪ ⏪ ≫”It’s okay.”

   Another kiss, before she let her up -- Not before she secured Widow’s Kiss into her hands again. She had to make sure she would do anything.

    “Do you... Ah... Have a place to stay that isn’t with Talon?”

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spideronlacroix:

 So that was the full extent of it. Lena loved her. How long had she? Was she still married when this set in? A worry crept into her mind. Could she honestly say the same back though? Tracer… Lena, was a great friend and a large emotional anchor for Amelia in the past.

 Was it possible her being there all the time would do her more good? Would she be as whole as she could get faster? So many questions and the lack of answers were giving her a headache. Or perhaps that was just her slipping. A fast decision had to be made and maybe in all this dawdling Widowmaker had one.

 “Je t'aime.” The woman finally answered.

—≪ ⏪ ≫”R’lly?”

   She was breathless just from that confession alone. It was all she needed to hear, yet she hesitated on kissing her again. She didn’t want to take this too fast, she had to let her adjust. Her emotions... Her everything... She knew it would be hard on the sniper.

     “What do ya want me ta do, Amelie?”

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spideronlacroix:

“Lena, I-” She stopped. Choked on her own words and emotions. “We can’t be…” 

A sigh of clear frustration.

“I will never be the woman you once knew. Not completely.” She finally confessed. “I am here… Buried and suffocating under all I’ve been conditioned to be. I try mon amie, I really try.” Amelie confessed further. “I don’t think I can go back though.”

Her mind turned to Gerard and guilt rose.  For the moment her heart seemed to be more firmly in control, but she could feel the mental reprogramming taking root again.

 “Don’t hate me. That’s all I ask.”

 She was afraid she’d hurt her soon.

—≪ ⏪ ≫ “I could n’vah hate you, luv. No matter what ya do ta me... No matter if ya kill me, e’vn. I’ll stay. I promise. If you want me ta save ya, I’ll do it ‘til my last breath is drawn. I’m a hero... It’s kinda what I do.”

   She leaned in, gently pressing her head against the other. She was scared. She was making a stupid decision... At least that’s what her brain kept telling her. Her heart though? Told her to keep going, to keep fighting. To stop hiding how she felt.

    “Just tell me... You love me... And I’d offer my heart up fer th’ slaughter in a blink o’ an eye.”

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spideronlacroix:

Silent surprise was her first response. A kiss was not a reply she expected. For the first time in what felt like forever a kiss felt meaningful. As if its purpose was emotions, not a mission or operation.

 When everything was allowed to be fully processed Amelie finally responded. Her reply? To return the kiss in full. She could feel her heart beating. Racing even. There was a rush akin to the perfect shot and kill. Was this what it was like? A little of her own memories invaded the assassin’s mind. Memories of her husband, the feeling when she kissed him. 

 Yes, this was exactly what those days were like.

 “Lena…” She whispered softly. “Was that something you had pent up?”

 Her mind was clear for the moment. The woman had overtaken the killer, but how long before she was stuck in a limbo between?

—≪ ⏪ ≫”...Yes. Yes twas. I didn’ even realize ‘til now, but perhaps I care more fer ya now than jus’ a friend. It’s b’n years since we’ve ev’n b’n on th’ same team, but I miss it dearly... When you... When they made ya do what ya did, I could jus’ feel how you were.. You were broken inside.”

    Hands gently cupped her cheeks, chestnut eyes staring deeply.

     “I know I can’t fix ya up ta what ya used ta be, but please let me try. I care too much ta let ya go now... Especially since I’ve kinda went ‘n’ opened myself up like a book.”

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spideronlacroix:

A silent stare came as her expression softened a bit. She’d hit something. Her suppressed nature felt something fighting, struggling.

 Four minutes.

 “Amelie is dead.” Widowmaker responded. 

 She felt water. Tears? Were there tears forming in her eyes? Saying that brought a gripping pain. Was she really having this internal struggle now? It was because of Lena wasn’t it?

 She should just die. The Talon Operative thought to herself. No, don’t abandon me… 

 Where had that thought come from? Three minutes.  The mission, her attention was needed there. This sentimentality was in the way. There was work to be done.

 Widowmaker struggled once more, but it was much weaker this time. Of all times for someone to appeal to her emotions. If Widow’s Kiss were still in her hands he could ignore Lena’s words with ease. A finger on the trigger kept her focus grounded.

 Two minutes.

 There was little time at this point, but still she continued to struggle. The tears were more prominent now and heartache was on the rise. What purpose could emotions serve? They were useless. That wasn’t true… She knew that. She longed for the thrill of feeling alive, of feeling in general. That was why she would reach out to her previous self in solitude. For a chance to feel. To be human again.

 Sixty second. The struggling stopped. There wasn’t enough time anymore. The mission was over and failed. Instead she gave a more longing look at Lena, though her expression looked more pitiful in reality.

 “S'il vous plaît” She begged. “Save me…” Widowmaker had made a heartfelt plea. 

It felt alien and right, but also so very wrong. It was jarring to hear and say such words. To know you said so from deep down without any control and almost no foreknowledge that you would be. She knew exactly what she was about to say however.

 “Kill me if you will. To the victor goes the spoils.”

 Zero seconds remained. Objective lost. 

—≪ ⏪ ≫”No she’s not. If she wasn’t, ya wouldn’t be cryin’ right now.”

    She continued to hold her in place. Lena’s thoughts scrambled, trying to think of answers to various scenarios... As time ticked down though... She found she didn’t have to. Not now... Not anymore.

    “O’ course I’ll help ya. That’s what I’ve wanted ta do. I’m not going ta kill ya though. I’ve come ta far fer that... I... I...”

    How did she handle this? How could she let her know that she wasn’t going to do anything to harm her? Just to make sure she was okay... She...

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darkdraconicgoddess:

 “Huh? Oh, yeah!” Emile answered with a bounce of excitement. “I can fix up plant life and people. Is it weird? I’m sorry if I weirded you out, but I am little odd.” He admitted with glee before skipping over.

Perhaps he should have said something before doing it, but when you find yourself in a foreign land with no clue as to how you get there instinct will inevitably kick in. Emile’s just so happened to be doing his duties as a Dragon Lord.

 “I can do a few other things too, but I’m a pacifist. The most I can do is yell at someone and with my childish voice I’m more adorable than threatening.”

—≪ ⏪ ≫”Let’s be real h’re. You’re not much weirder than I am ov’rall. I can fade outta o’ the timestream. You’ve got nature magic from what I can tell. It’s pretty cool. So what ar’ ya exactly? A mage out of fairy tale books or what?”

    She couldn’t help, but agree she’d be more adorable than threatening. Not that she was going to admit to agreeing with her.