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Send “HONK” to give my muse’s butt a squeeze. // accepting! @freedominamixtape
❝ !!….YOU HAVE 5 seconds to remove your hands, dude. ❞
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HONK HONK
Send “HONK” to give my muse’s butt a squeeze. // accepting! @freedominamixtape
❝ !!….YOU HAVE 5 seconds to remove your hands, dude. ❞
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“-And I guess you find something heroic in rebelling like that? Heh. The world never changes.”
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⊳ Ana wouldn’t ever admit it but deep within her, she held a certain depth of respect towards the young man. While they both fought for peace, between the two of them it was Lúcio who did it best. She’s heard of the man before he joined overwatch--how he was able to protect his community with his music and his aims to change the world with it. In a way, it was amazing. Ana’s only way of protecting was through her rifle; through bullets and darts and through the deaths of others but his--Lúcio’s methods seemed more PEACEFUL compared to hers and at times she envied him for it.
❝Tea?❞ She offered though an answer was unnecessary, two cups of freshly brewed tea already set on the table before them the moment she took her seat on the sofa.
The world was still in chaos and the news on the television proved just that but they were given their much needed rest even if just for a day or two--rather, Winson insisted upon it after a number of them had returned with wounds. Ana herself had a bandage wrapped around her arm and although her biotic rifle could immediately patch her up and rid the pain, that didn’t necessarily mean that she would be able to avoid death should she overexert herself in the battlefield.
❝How do you do it?❞ Tea brought up to her lips, Ana asked as she took a sip from it. Early mornings inside the Overwatch base always called for conversations and although she had gotten rusty from it after years of solitude as a bounty hunter, she still gave it an attempt anyway, her eyes locked on the TV screen, the news now having changed its topic from the war to celebrity gossips. ❝Freedom without bloodshed, that is.❞
"LET'S BREAK IT DOOOOOOOWN!!"
FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES
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And a kiss for you, too, Lucio-- although this one is much easier to give than Reinhardt’s, who was at least a whole foot taller than the android. Her lips gently touched the other’s cheek, and a quiet hum escaped her.