#diexiii

[feeling-of-deja-vu]

💭Reaper

"Not one for blokes, but I'll admit, I have thought about the fact that hearing that voice whisper against your ear must be quite the experience."

[feeling-of-deja-vu]

You ever stay still or is that too much to ask?

"I do my best not to! Whats the matter? Having trouble keeping up love?-"

[shouga-nai]

@diexiii said:

Go on dance with those knives.Let’s see how long you last with bullets keeping time. //shootin' @ genji<3

"Long enough to meet death in the face for as many times as fate sees fit... only to live to tell the tale."

And what a chilling story it was - to be haunted by the Reaper, a clear warning sign that your days are numbered, or so they say. Still, there they were exchanging words as though it's a casual catch up session, albeit with weapons drawn.

"Are my skills truly that sharp, or are you hesitating?"

[omniic]

Tell me monk… where does death fit into your harmony?

"I'd say it fits quite easily. A natural part of any cycle, and the only conclusion to living,"

[mr-vvick]

“Looks like I’m late to the party…” His gaze drifts across the bodies, slow, calculating, taking in the mess left behind.

Could’ve been cleaner.

John slammed himself against the wall with a sharp exhalation. Once the pain settled, John closed his eyes, feeling the adrenaline pulse through his body.

John froze mid-breath when he heard a voice. He pushed himself off the wall, ignoring the throb in his ribs and let his eyes track the bodies again. He didn’t need a stranger’s critique to know which shots and strikes landed clean and which ones were forced. He knew his own work. He knew when he’d been pushed.

"You always critique strangers,'' he said, gaze landing on @diexiii . ''Or is this a special occasion?"

[devilshowdy]

@diexiii sent: He leans in just enough for his voice to slip past the noise. A low warm breath ghosting along her ear. “Tell Bob to look the other way…” …unless you want him watching.

it's a simple two fingers tapping on the bar, and bob's disappeared from the barroom. almost like this situation was commonplace, but her grin lessens some. sip of the drink she's still nursing. " . . . this a regular now, ghost?" tempting fate is one of her favorites, but she ain't sure she's not gonna wake up cuffed and on her way to being turned in. so she ain't giving him much in the moment.

whiskey breath upon him as her gaze turns to find him, letting the space between them remain slim. "or are you waiting to make some other kinda' move?" the worry more-so in herself and her companion ending up in chains. and not the good kind.