#chronomance

[thuashdore]

Honestly Lena isn't very savvy about Azeroth-- and in fact spends more time camping out with her newfound half-elf companion than anything else. Apparently something about Undercity not liking alive people? Those zombies looked alive enough, bit of a double standard if you asked Lena. What had started as a playful wrestling match, ended with the speedster firmly pinning the paladin on the ground and straddling her hips. "So, to the victor goes the spoils, yeah?" Lena leans in and steals a kiss.

        play-fighting  was  not  new  to  her  in  the  slightest;  it  shocked  her  not  that  the  human  friend  she  had  made  was  especially  partial  to  such  scuffles  -  given  the  other’s  sheer  amount  of  energy.  the  halfling  laughed  softly,  allowing  the  other  to  indulge  in  a  moment  of  play;  so  rare  was  it  to  find  herself  on  the  other  end  of  a  friendly  fight  rather  than  a  life-threatening  one.  

        how  such  a  conflict  ended  was  what  came  as  a  shock  to  the  paladin,  causing  her  eyes  to  widen  slightly.  Lena  was  speedy;  quick  was  she  in  grabbing  the  upper  hand  in  their  battle,  and  soon  Beau  found  herself  with  her  back  to  the  floor,  with  Lena  atop  her.  the  kiss  that  followed  was  especially  curious,  and  though  the  half  elf  smiled  she  could  feel  the creep  of  a  blush  spread  across  her  cheeks. 

         ❝  if...  those  are  the  spoils  you  wish  for,  then  of  course.  ❞  she  responded,  offering  a  nod  of  her  head.     ❝  I  myself  am  much  more  partial  to  that,  as  opposed  to  tickling.  ❞      

[laviperae-blog]

“Here. Take my jacket.”

cold prompts : accepting | @chronomance​

     ROSABEL WAS STRONGLY AVERSE to cold weather, and especially ENGLAND’S. The city of London is a basin and damp hung thickly in the frigid air; a stark contrast to her southern Italy. 

Though wearing a long coat she clearly shivered each time the wind whipped past, biting at any inch of her not covered by it. But Rosabel was both stubborn and stoic about her discomfort, and it is for these reasons she meets Lena’s offer with raised brows. – How embarrassing to be caught compromised by something as insignificant as the weather. 

OR PERHAPS it was the gesture itself which surprised her. It is wholly SELFLESS; Lena would be left with nothing in this bitter weather, yet still she offered. Rosabel wasn't used to this sort of sacrifice, nor did she deem herself worthy of it. It dares to warm her heart. 

She couldn’t accept, no matter how cold and no matter how much she knew Lena will insist. She shook her head.  ❝I couldn’t, cara. You’ll be frozen.❞ 

[thuashdore]

psa to say that i am @chronomance‘s official(tm) good luck charm.

[noirers-blog]

❝ It always ends in blood. ❞

bioshock infinite

“of course it does.” a swift kick is delivered to the woman’s shins, an attempt to sweep the agent to the ground. “&&, personally, i would have it no other way.”

[noirers-blog]

“Do it.”

two word starters

the assassin smirks– since when did she ever do such a thing?– down at the agent, her heel digging into the girl’s stomach. such a pretty sight: crushed under her, submitting && admitting defeat. it seems almost too good to waste. “you would like that, would you?” widowmaker asks, a brow raising. “putting you out of your misery, perhaps then you would not be confined to such a bulky machine, hm? a release from your life.” she presses more weight onto her heel for a brief moment before lifting her leg up && striding to the edge of the rooftop. “non, chérie. if i cannot have my release, neither can you.” her grapple is shot from her outfitted prosthetic, && she doesn’t even think twice about leaving the overwatch agent dying on the rooftop.

[arcadc-blog]

@chronomance [🎮]

            Hana sighed deeply as her chin pressed onto the ledge of             the table. Her big brown eyes stared down at the bowl in             front of her. It was clear that disappointment was             completely written over her face as she watched the             un-moving green leafs of her salad. The gamer was overall             unimpressed by the snack that laid before her, causing a             small pout to form.

            “Ew...” The pilot spoke with a tone of disgust, raising her             hand up to push the bowl away from her. 

[laviperae-blog]

She may have 'accidentally' fallen asleep on her shoulder. Even Tracer eventually runs out of energy.

     The VIPER had begun to doze herself, too stubborn to surrender to fatigue in the company of heroes. 

Though, it was tiredness well deserved, for the team were safely returning home after a ‘simple’ mission turned dangerous with the surprise of an AMBUSH. Fortunately, the members of Overwatch made a formidable team -- something she was not quite used to just yet, always having shouldered the burden of assignments alone.

The touch of a cheek to her shoulder had her wake abruptly from her dozing, lids fluttering over surprised though tired eyes. She looked to discover the perpetrator, only to find a head of soft, brown hair. It tickled her cheek. -- Tracer. 

Her brow curved up at the centre, sympathetically and endearingly. How jealous she was that the young woman could rest so easily; she deeply admired her carefree persona. And, of course, being the older woman, had grown rather protective.

Careful so not to disturb, Rosabel brought up part of the coat draped over her shoulders and slipped it round the other. Hopefully, it would keep her warm.