❝You lost your light when the darkness called.❞
Starset. || Open. || @warscourge
She remembers it as clear as day– a movie so perfectly printed and cleaned that not a speck of dust was on it despite the memory being years old. The darkness came suddenly, enveloping her like a blanket that provided no comfort, no peace and instead brought her nightmares. No– it didn’t just bring her nightmares: She BECAME the nightmare. She became something she never wanted to be in the first place.
Her finger slides along the trigger of her rifle, almost as if it were dancing in indecision as she stared at the man standing across from her. Hesitation settles heavily into her heart, of whether or not she should shoot him or not for even daring to bring back the memories better left forgotten. The weight on her chest grows heavier with each passing second that her finger remains inactive, but something… something tells her not to shoot. A tiny voice that she knows is her own, but it feels as if someone she doesn’t know is speaking to her, offering comfort in just a few words.
“Perhaps I did.” She whispers, gaze narrowing defiantly, as if she were fighting back the urge to let herself unravel. Part of Widowmaker wants to let it go, to unleash the frustration of her former self creeping back to the surface, but she won’t admit that she’s afraid. What would Talon do if one of their weapons had malfunctioned? How would it benefit her to allow her heart to tremble with LIFE again?
Breathing for her becomes a burden, but she remains as a statue, almost frozen in place. Slowly, but surely, her rifle lowers, but she doesn’t say anything. Nothing in her posture is welcoming, but her weapon is now aimed at the ground, finger slowly slipping off of the trigger as her stare intensifies. She’s testing him. Curiosity tingles in her nerves and she feels somewhat on edge as she watches him silently.
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