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@featherfallenhealer

It had been ages since she danced. She kept putting it off, waiting for the time where she felt most passionate. When one was as unfeeling as she was, her art became... not art. It was just moving with no meaningful intention. 

But something about the way Angela’s hair framed her face stirred something in Widow. She wanted to be closer to her. Perhaps a waltz, then. 

The assassin extended a hand. 

“Dance with me.”