#pyrrataexe

[devilshowdy]

@pyrrataexe sent: "You ever read any poetry? This is a bit of a rabbit hole, linda, but rock with me, eh? So I was listening to this band, bunch of... drugged out old fucks from Norway or something, who fell in love with a poet living in Washington. The... state, not the capital. Okay, so: Norse Rock Band making songs based on Washington Poet's poetry, yeah? The fucking Poet DISAPPEARED like a hundred years ago! Folks said he fell in a fucking lake or something... but that wasn't the end of it! Just recently all his old hits have started circulating and getting 'buzz' and now I'm out here reading some dead junkie poet's love psalms a hundred years out from creation, and I can't put 'em down! They're fucking... They're not the BEST poems, but they're evocative! They're... powerful, even. Yo no se, I just - You ever read any poetry?"

"who the fuck is lin-

are y'gonna tell me you've been MIA for months reading dead men's poetry?" her head ain't wrapping around any of that concept except who linda was and the jumpscare of her presence. and also.

"i am not confessing to reading poetry."

" . . . okay read me some poetry, or play some music from the Nordic fellas. drugged out old fucks usually means good music." shaking her head, patting the seat on the couch next to her. whatever the hell was going on, she ain't pretending not to be interested hard enough.

[devilshowdy]

@pyrrataexe sent: Ignoring Ashe pointedly, by going to make another Hot Chocolate... but always, somehow, making it within her eyeline.

sips from her flask. more intense flask drinking. running low. easily irritable. "can't you do that invisibly? jesus christ."

[devilshowdy]

@pyrrataexe sent: ❗❗❗They've been drinking tequila & whiskey all night, what's a little proximity between chicas? / from here

seated upon the old couch in the bar that bob was kind enough to clean up for the gals, certainly drunk, and enjoying the company. even enjoying the wild ride of loud, much more modern techno-y music 'liv had convinced ashe to 'give a try' on the jukebox. not that she had much choice, but secretly ashe can listen to just about any noise, the old westerns on that machine were more for aesthetic, and had become a familiar comfort, but she ain't particular about music. more-so about the company when it played. and the hacker had been good, good company.

the women sorta' lost themselves for a while. even got ashe dancing, which was a right embarrassment from the get-go but it ended in the duo chuckling, and lightly roasting one another for being ridiculous. at some other point, they mighta' had guns locked and loaded upon one another. prior histories in gangs, something ashe hadn't considered was how not having an association might make her life a bit more breezy.

it IS coming to her now though, as she finds it hard to suppress the little gasp when her whiskey glass is gently plucked from her hand and olivia planted herself upon ashe's lap. something 'relax, cowgirl~' muttered before using the red tie that was already a bit loosened to pull ashe's lips up to meet her own. outlaw's hands rest comfortably at the small of her back, keeping her there to prolong the moment. noses nudging against one another for a moment before ashe spoke. "i am very relaxed" smile ever present, painted fingertips brush through olivia's hair. " . . . which is suprisin' considerin' how much of a headache you usually are." sweet teasing tone is short lived. "kiss me again." edge in her voice this time. she could easily, and dangerously get used to this.

[drodeorain]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽     :   @pyrrataexe it's okay to need some help now and then, doc.

“it’s an embarrassment.” a dramatic pause. “abhorrent.” another. “inexcusable.” one more. “repugnant. it’s..” then, the redhead lets out a groan sans the usual dignity she carries herself with. years of working with sombra had forged a fragile.. understanding between the two. while moira still didn’t trust the woman, she found it easier to slightly lower her guard in comparison to others. “it’s frankly unacceptable that the technology here is so inaccessible.”

fire brimmed at the tip of her otherwise pale ears; it wasn’t often that she was defeated by something as simple as a tv on a wall. “surely some.. virus has been uploaded into my television.. to spy on me, of course. i simply don’t understand why they would aim to flip the picture on the screen? to irritate me? if so, they’ve succeeded.” after a long, dreadful day of diplomacy, all moira wanted was to enjoy a bottle of aged bourbon and an equally aged anime. she had already finished the liquor, now all that remained was the last forty-five minutes of her movie.

“damned overwatch..”

[devilshowdy]

@pyrrataexe said: "Here, drink this. Hair of the girl that bit you~"

"you know what they (i) say, can't get a hangover if y'always have a load on.~"

[devilshowdy]

@pyrrataexe sent: "So which is it? You think I don't care about you, or you think no one can care about you?"

ashe kicks the jukebox to make it go again, that silence was deafening. a fitting somber tune, and she'll let it ride softly while the question hovers in the air between them. " . . . neither." a long drawn hesitation. full glass at the bar and ashe finally takes a long drink of it, a moment to avoid meeting her eyes. eventually the crimson gaze returns to sombra, but it's tone hasn't changed. "you ain't noticed the gang is gone, jus' me 'n the big guy." a short gesture to bob. "whatever fun we're havin' here? it won't last. and i ain't got the time nor money to go 'round askin' myself why or askin' you to care." more-like she didn't have the strength for it anymore. "fuck- no one wants to be alone, but i ain't beggin' you to stay." she wouldn't be doing that for anyone ever again. a finish of the drink. "th'hell you want from me anyway?" like she had anything left to offer.

[daethviper]

LOUDLY PINNING '𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒' TO HER LAB DOOR.

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

RIPS IT DOWN BEFORE ANYONE ELSE CAN SEE IT- but circles 'smash', because she's not blind.

[frogcase]

[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?

Besides, the obvious, of course.

💼; what do they always carry with them ?

it's silly - they carry the engagement ring that had been given to them on the night their marriage to mina was arranged. they don't really like mina, at least they don't like how she acts now, but it was the last bit of their life that had felt normal - before the assassination attempt, before the case, before everything. they'd felt like their family was proud of arin, before it all went wrong.