Jul 15, 2017
@howunsightly [x]
❈ ~ “I believe you do not need light to see me, miss Lacroix.” To be encountering the infamous Talon sniper in person - Satya hadn’t expected it. Yet here they were and she could see the unmistakable bluish hue of the tall woman’s skin. “I would prefer we departed with our lives,” the Indian said cautiously as she took a few steps forward.
Widowmaker hated when people called her that. Especially using the title “miss.” Lacroix was the married name of a woman whom she considered as dead as the man who had given her the name.
Hoisting her rifle on her shoulder, and lifting her visor, Widowmaker sneered.
“And why would I let that happen?”
