#--- verse tba

[cognosci-blog]

‘  should you need something, i would prefer you ask.  ’  gentle tone is far COLDER than usual -- stern, gaze refusing to lift from the datapad at hand, its glow an added warmth to sapphire cheeks. finger taps upon it’s surface, reviewing it’s contents, the PRICE of the intel the woman had managed to take. a heavy sigh falls from their lips, datapad placed aside with a slight clatter.  ‘  or at least be kind enough to pay.  ’  had she not been a friend of her favorite commander -- the broker would be far less kind -- lives had surely been lost for less... // @gossipingthief ♡’d

[cognosci-blog]

               ‘  PLEASE, SHEPARD...  ’    breath hitches, throat tightening as a need stiffens every muscle. how could she leave -- now of all times, when tears dampened cerulean eyes, threatening to fall -- to roll down freckled flesh. lips tremble, gloved fingers digging into the flesh of the spectre’s wrist, pleading her to stay. head tilts, azure gaze peering into familiar features, a face they’d see in the stars, a face forever imprinted upon their memory...    ‘  stay.  ’   // @horrorempathy  ♡’d

[engclicht]

‘  that looks painful.  ’  a passing comment, a glance barley given before head gestures to the space besides her.  ‘  have a seat. i’ll be with you in just a moment.  ’ // @stylishdevilhunter  ♡’d

[engclicht]

ringing spurs echo off tiled floor, singing its western song, a melody so very loved by overwatch’s angel. smile curls her lips, her head lifting, azure gaze pulling from messily scribbled notes to rest upon the man who leaned against her doorway.  ❝    jesse.    ❞ his name falling from her lips in a whisper, smile blossoming into a grin. 

❝    i was beginning to worry i have lost your care.    ❞  a soft chuckle, a warm summer melody.  ❝    you know very well the importance of your presence is for my work.    ❞  though jesse fails in his skill of medicine, he does, however, offer the surgeon an ESCAPE from her troubled mind and aching fingers. there was simply something about his smile that eased her. a view she couldn’t live without...

—@flcshbangin  ♥’d

[agapitcs-blog]

starter for @bunniihcart

it wasn’t an oddity to find bailey in their bed. even years later -- it would seem childish habits had yet to leave. mother, sprawled above the soft white linens was still deep in her dreams -- her father on the other had, wide awake. bailey, snugged warmly within sheets and down-feathered fabrics turned her head to him, a lazy smile upon her lips. she had caught him -- staring upon his small family with that familiar loving gaze...

❝ papa... ❞ she whispered, hoping to pull his attention from memories and daydreams to the tender reality of their sunday morning. ❝ hey, papa -- ❞ bailey rolls onto her side, allowing the morning sun to blind chocolate brown eyes. ❝ do you remember when i was a girl -- and how i’d wake you up every morning? ❞

[agapitcs-blog]

starter for @onthesirenscall

she sits across from her -- the soft fabric of her dress a feeling she enjoyed more than the sea’s breeze upon her cheeks. it would seem she caught her mother’s love for the ocean. to be expected when your raised upon a pirate’s ship. ❝ it’s beautiful, mom -- thank you. ❞ her voice is soft, turning from the mirror, swaying with the waves that rocked the ship to show her mother just how BEAUTIFUL her gift was. ❝ where on earth did you find it? it’s --- ❞ fingers reach down, softly rubbing the soft silk of the dress between her finger -- PINK. her favorite color.  ❝ SILK. ❞ 

                bailey grins, head lifting to gaze upon the golden woman with a bright grin.