#danseher

[blackwatch-cowboy]

@danseher​ started following you

     “You were everythin’ to him. To Gérard. N’he was everythin’ to us...” McCree muttered. He wouldn’t look at her. No. Such rage filled orbs were too hidden. Dark and shaded behind the lip of a dirty old hat. But the way his fists tightened at his sides was more than enough proof of how he felt.

“And then you took him from us...”

[nochtsisin]

@danseher​.  unprompted.  /   ❝ hey moira i got you a 'do it yourself science' kit, this is how you make friends right . ❞

'  grand  .  '  the  word  rolls  off  her  tongue  with  a  hint  of  slight  irritation  .  the  annoyance  of  her  work  being  interrupted  disappears  ,  however,  when  she  views  the  action  in  a  new  light  :  the  mere  idea  of  widowmaker  giving  anyone  ———   let  alone  her  ———   a  gift  is  absurd  yet  ,  apparently  ,  possible  .  her  shift  in  attitude  has  absolutely  NO  RELATION  to  the  fact  that  the  set  itself  is  a  genuine  bill  nye  kit  .  none  whatsoever  .  she  is  solely  concerned  about  the  data  that  could  be  collected  for  the  widowmaker  project  .  purely  scientific  ,  as  always  .  

'  well  ,  i  thank  you  for  such  a  thoughtful  gift  . . .  i  have  an  hour  or  two  free  while  i  wait  on  samples  if  you'd  like  to  join  me  for  an  experiment  or  two  ?  '

[jisatsu-tai]

07 . a kiss on both cheeks as a greeting - For Akande - @danseher​

She had been away for a while. Work had pulled them in different directions and that was always how it would be, wouldn’t it? The job always came first. But he waited for her, as she came back for a mission and reported back to him from where she had been. She looked cold, and not in the ironic way, but the tension in her shoulders. He put his hands up to cup her face, warm it with his hands though he was sure she’d never retain it.

                          “How was your flight?” he muttered.

Softly into sides of her cheek as he kissed one, and then the other, in greeting. Taking her hands to lead him toward the fire that was roaring in his office. The shark tank illuminating most of the office aside the fire.

                    “Tell me what you found...”

[ryuhart-a]

      ‘ remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life ’                                                                                                    @danseher​​.

           —almost on cue, genji knocks back another large glass of water. he’s lost count of how many it’s been so far over the past few hours, but he’s content being left to wonder; he knows when to stop.

           he looks over at her, then. the look in his eyes is a blend of defiance &. agreement.

           “as well as the good days,”—he adds gently—”as long as you accept the results.”

[raijns]

❝  i am not the man i once was.  ❞   the archer speaks with a tinge of a somber tone as honesty is put forth.  perhaps there was a small part of the shimada that missed his former self.  he was much stern back then , lethal one could say.  what was he now ?  who was he ?  a mere shell of himself , probably.  but was that not for the best ?  he was reformed although it did not feel much like it.

dragon straightens , pushing back the thoughts & feelings that were haunting him.  he needn’t the widow to see him weak.   ❝ i suggest you & your people look for some other errand boy.  i have no interest in your dealings.  ❞   

though his body expressed some other sentiment , that persist feeling continue to creep on him.  could she through his lies ?  his false bravado ?  hanzo yearned to be something again , however he wanted to do it on his terms.  the spider’s deal was not for him or maybe it was his only option he merely didn’t to admit.  was it pride , pride that simply didn’t want to lower himself , lower his standards.

@danseher​.

[nochtsisin]

@danseher​.  open prompt.  /   ❝ names are there to be forgotten. ❞

while  she  is  certainly  not  famous  ,  if  one  is  in  the  right  circles  or  has  a  particular  interest  in  scientific  communities  ,  then  one  most  certainly  knows  HER  name.  it  is  one  often  spoken  with  contempt  ,  disgust  ———  rarely  ,  if  ever  ,  regarded  in  a  respected  light  .  is  the  hatred  necessary  ?  well  ,  that's  not  really  the  question  to  be  asking  .  in  the  eyes  of  her  peers  ,  she  more  than  earned  that  hatred  regardless  of  the  answer  .  unintentionally  ,  of  course,  but  still  earned,  nonetheless  .

if  names  are  meant  to  be  forgotten  then  maybe  one  day  hers  will  no  longer  be  met  with  such  hostility  .  truthfully,  the  idea  of  her  name  fading  into  obscurity  doesn’t  bother  her  ——  fame  was  never  her  goal  ——  nor  does  the  hatred  really  get  under  her  skin  ;  she's  become  rather  adept  at  handling  the  way  in  which  others  speak  of  her  with  sharp  &  precise  cuts  of  her  own  words  .  but  none  of  that  matters,  truly.  even  though  her  name  has  been  dragged  through  the  mud,  reputation  IRREPARABLY  ruined,  in  the  end,  she  is  still  able  to  continue,  to  pursue  what  she  set  out  to  do.  

whether  destined  to  be  forgotten  or  not,  there  is  work  to  be  done  in  the  present  .

'  a  hypothesis  as  interesting  as  any  ,  though  one  of  particular  note  for  it  to  be  coming  from  you  ,  lacroix  '  hands  move  with  a  practiced  grace  in  adjusting  her  tie,  a  tell  disguised  behind  an  abhorrent  amount  of  confidence.  '  one  i  do  not  put  much  stock  in  ,  i'm  afraid  .  if  anything  ,  a  name  is  the  only  thing  many  leave  behind  ——   either  in  memory  or  engraved  in  a  stone  '