“Hold on, please.” (for Lena! ^^)
* @flashofyellowlight ! \ my muse dies in your’s arms ( accepting )
❛ DOCTOR ZIEGLER, WATCH OUT ! ❜ She heard the shot before Angela could, so Tracer willed herself to blink forward in the last second. Instead of the shot getting Dr. Ziegler in the back—it instead plowed straight through her chronal accelerator, which also included her body. She took two more hits as she stood there, unable to blink away and doing what she could to will herself to stay there in the present. It was hard, she’s become so reliant on the accelerator that’s now destroyed. cracked, broken, with a hole in the center and two holes elsewhere on her body that hit vital organs.
Tracer had went flying with the last shot, pulse pistols dropping where she’d once been and then she rolled some ways away. Her accelerator had sparks and what looked like electricity running over her upper body as it gave out and died. The vague sound of boots running towards her and the sound of stomping feet—Mercy, and Reinhardt with his barrier. They were coming to her as if there was something to be done. She’s being rolled over, and her eyes can vaguely see Angela above her and Reinhardt standing behind her, back to them, through the haze. The edges of her vision were already started to go black and her body was slowly trying to phase in and out.
Blood ran down the side of her mouth as she barely heard a voice through the growing deafness in her ears. Read lips, right… hold on, please. Lena can tell that’s what Angela says, but all she can do is give her a half-hearted smile, a breathy laugh, and that’s all she could muster. Instead of blinking out of time again, her body just entirely settles in this time as the last specks of life leave Tracer’s body.
and all she cares about is the fact she went out doing something good. She didn’t make the mistake she made with Mondatta and Widowmaker again—she’d vowed not to. and she didn’t. she’s at peace.
