#hclixfire

[apmeka-blog]

hclixfire replied to your post: Hey uh.. I know it probably isn't my business but...

tumblr’s glitching rn its done the same w my tracer and some other blogs rip hopefully things get fixed soon

posting this so other people can see, that’s really sucky.

[solitcire-a]

[ CLOSED STARTER FOR @hclixfire ! ]

    Rehabilitation to a ‘normal’ life wasn’t something everyone went through.

    Amélie wished she didn’t have to, but she knew it was for the best. Overwatch had plans from the start to take out one of Talon’s greatest assets, but ever since they acquired her and deprogrammed her of Talon’s training, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself anymore. She no longer had people to kill, or targets or missions... instead she just had regularly attend therapy sessions with Dr. Ziegler and stay inside the base.

    Cautious eyes were always on her. Even as she walked down the hallways, the guards were always watching her, waiting to see if the infamous Widowmaker would make her appearance. A small sigh would brush past her lips as her fingertips would brush against her now slightly-discolored skin. She seemed to be regaining color back to her after being ‘purple’ for so long, so she hoped that would help her return to ‘normalcy.’ Then again, even the color of her skin couldn’t erase her sins of the past.

    Rounding the corner of the hallway, Amélie took a glance outside the window and stared out at the world beyond the base. She hoped that one day she might be able to go outside and experience a normal life again... but for now, until Overwatch deemed her as ‘safe,’ she was stuck here.

[crowsandmalachite]

Closed for @hclixfire | Continued from x

When the older woman struck up a conversation with her, Rowan had been a surprised, and just a touch reluctant. Everything was so strange already, settling into Overwatch being one of the few returning Blackwatch members- all in all, she felt out of place. Not that Blackwatch had been the most comfortable position, but it had been a strange kind of home regardless.

Now, thrown in with the heroes, the witch struggled to find her footing, so when Fareeha had approached with questions and coffee, she’d fallen back on the defensive, if honest answer. Taking the coffee, she quirked an eyebrow, green eyes searching the other woman’s expression and eyes for a sign of her intentions. Shrugging, she wrapped both hands around the mug.

“You’re giving me a lot of credit. I uh-” Her pride faintly protested, but Rowan didn’t listen, forging ahead as she glanced away from Fareeha. “I don’t really have anywhere else to go. And- well Blackwatch was my home for a while.” Perhaps it was a kind of redemption, she knew she’d done terrible things, within the organization and outside it. But all in all, she couldn’t regret it- knowing the impact her actions had on the world.

“What about you?” She deflected. “What brought you to Overwatch?” Particularly since it was operating illegally, and the other woman hadn’t been in it back when she had.

[doctorscrders-a]

hclixfire

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i think a sort of older/younger sister relationship could be really cute! but also def including merciless teasing because theyre both nerds lbr

NERDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS........

yeah.

they are.

[crowsandmalachite]

❛ don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying. ❜

Rowan paused, taking a moment to really take in Fareeha, green eyes seeming to pierce down to the soul. It wasn’t the first time she wondered if the older woman didn’t like her- considering Rowan’s young, unorthodox induction into Blackwatch while, as far as she knew, Fareeha Amari had been working her way up through the ranks to even be considered for Overwatch candidacy.

So the witch replied simply, with a shrug of her shoulders, trying not to dwell on the situation. 

“Perhaps you’re right. But it doesn’t make them any more deserving of leniency.” Though it had been tempting to see her enemies as something other than human, she knew the depraved things humanity was capable of. Despite all the masks and measures to hide identity, her former captors had just been men, with hearts and blood and weaknesses.