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[dragonoftheeastwind]

@ryvjin

As it has a tendency to do, the chilly snow puts a spring in her step and leaves her breath frosted in soft huffs. The omnics are avoided upon her entry at the temple of his long standing residence, she isn't there for them. Mitsuko only has one objective in mind, impulsive and childish tendencies he had rubbed off on her in their youth.

She had not seen him as he is now, beyond pictures of a faceless man made more of metal and wires then flesh and blood. Facing him is difficult, but she doesn't allow herself or him the chance for uncomfortable formality.

Mitsuko hides herself and her presence until the time is right, with a quick heartbeat and adrenaline in her veins she leaps from the rooftop where he passes by, sending them both into the depths of a snowbank. It is not the same as long ago, but he is Genji, brother in blood and doesn't want to difference in appearance to matter.

"Genji-Nii!" Mitsuko laughs heartily where they'd sunk into the snow, arms wrapped over his shoulders. Still ever enthusiastic to greet him, perhaps far more so free from formalities and bonds, traditions and far too many rules from bad influences that had once owned their lives.

[nuclectide-aaa]

@ryvjin | ❤’d

❝ Genji, I was wondering... how often are you required to check in with the engineering team? With how exposed some of your joint are, I imagine your cybernetics must need an exorbitant amount of time dedicated to making sure they still function correctly. ❞ As ever, she was curious to a fault. ❝ I ask because last mission I noticed that you had an awkwardness to your gait near the end, but now you seem perfectly fine. ❞

[dragxnfall]

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stares while stargazing. !!

Seduction Starters:  my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER)…

those eight long years on the dusty, lonely road really did something to jesse. he was once a man with simple pleasures and a high spirit that never waned, often finding quiet content in the smallest crevices no matter how dismal the scene. but now? the light is gone from his hardened eyes and that small, quirky smile that used to play on his wide lips so much in the past is hardly ever seen lest it’s in the presence of others to continue to play the guise that things haven’t changed. even in his laughter, there’s still a certain gloom in that mask of faux happiness. 

the cowboy is so very tired.

maybe that’s why he’s a little lax about keeping his guard up around genji, at long last seeing why the cyborg had held such a violent animosity towards the world, had acted the way he did in the old days. from the things jesse witnessed, the things he experienced, the things he did after the fall, mccree finally understands. the world is cruel and some people just don’t have an ounce of humanity in them. but, not everyone is all bad. that much jesse can vouch for. 

“huh, would ya look at that.” jesse utters as glassy eyes face the north as two streaks of brilliant light race into the night in between the dazzling stars that dot the inky sky. his spurs roll in stuttered clicks as he sits up, feet still dangling over the edge of the roof they rested upon. “two shootin’ stars. ain’t seen more than one in awhile.” he comments, reaching for a match from his breast pocket that he strikes against his armor, hands coming to shield the end of his cigar from the gentle winds of the warm spring night. 

the lack of an immediate response draws his dark eyes to the other man sitting beside him, mccree surprised that there’s another pair meeting his so blatantly at this distance. he can tell from the lack of reaction that genji hadn’t seen it, though it’s still young into the night and there’s still opportunity. “...been awhile since we done this, i guess.” mccree comments, leaning back on a hand as he ashes the cigar with the other. it’s odd, how despite the amount of time since they’ve last seen each other, mccree automatically feels the need to keep talking to fill the silence. “it’s nice to see some things don’t change.” 

[technotranquility-archive]

@ryvjin​

a quite, crisp evening - not yet cold enough for snow to fall but still enough to make a habit of staying in.

including zenyatta who was currently pre-occupied with the small pieces of paper in his hand smooth fingers elegantly folding within the soft candlelight.

he almost didn’t notice the presence of his student - atleast, it seemed so; until the monk turned around and offered a small, colourful creature.

a paper bird

「 ༀ - would you like to join me, sparrow? 」

[nuclectide-aaa]

❛ I’d do whatever I had to for you. ❜

ALITA: BATTLE ANGEL PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

❝ WOULD you, mo coinín? ❞ Voice soft, curious– head canting just barely to the right as left hand slowly moved. Slender fingers soon found purchase under the smooth, slightly vibrating metal of the cyborg’s chin; the sensation of his armor’s finish against the pads of her fingers something that still surprised her. Living flesh and bone applied the slightest amount of upwards pressure, thumb stroking polished jawline as she peered at a face marred with both scars and some almost fascinating form of devotion. Odd, how a declaration like this was able to shock her, when she already she could touch him like this without invoking an agitated response. Though… so much had changed, after all, since G.enji found a home in Talon after the fall of O.verwatch.

❝ I can only HOPE then, that you don’t find yourself regretting this. It would be a shame, for you to do something you find DETESTABLE just for my purposes. ❞ Her tease-like response was easily a warning– just who knew what deplorable things Moira could ask of him in the future.

[nuclectide-aaa]

❛ forget it. I won’t do it. ❜

ALITA: BATTLE ANGEL PROMPTS | ACCEPTING 

❝ Of ALL the things Blackwatch requires us to do, THIS is where you draw the line, Genji? ❞ Exasperated tone was further enhanced by the frustration that marred the combat medic’s face as she gazed pointedly at the cyborg. ❝ Do not act as though you’re above this, when Reyes expects us to see the mission through. ❞

Lanky body shifted, precariously perched above a drop that would have nauseated her before growing accustomed to such heights– fade jumps perfected enough to follow the sleek assassin at a comfortable distance across relatively even gaps between buildings. Their last remaining target, who had fled upon the sight of his co-conspirators empty of life, resided two floors below within the opposite building: unaware that he had been tracked back to what the geneticist assumed was a family home. He was younger than Moira had expected, a thought that crossed her mind as she watched his nervous panic distantly through large windows.

Perhaps Genji felt the same way too?

Or… was it more about the two young children sleeping in the next room, the small space illuminated by the city lights just enough for Moira herself to make them out?

[technotranquility-archive]

@ryvjin​ asked:

“you and i remember budapest very differently!”

「 ༀ - yes, most likely so. 」

「 ༀ - you seemed far more concerned with the criminal activity there, after all. so while my memories are mostly of lovely spots and locals, you probably have a keener memory of the less savory sides. 」

[dragonoftheeastwind]

@ryvjin

For weeks she has the same dream on a frequency that wakes her in cold sweat and a strangled scream in her throat. A mournful cry of her companion spirit, blood seeping through her fingers in a futile effort to put pressure to gaping wound. His life fluttering like a dying bird under her hands. By morning the nightmares always fade into the back of her mind. Be it by subconscious will suppressing what she knows is coming or simply a fading dream she often forgets about it. This is shared only once with her Uncle, their lord who assures her that Genji is his son, beloved despite his disposition for youthful ignorance and distractions. That no harm will come to the middle child so long as he lives. She accepts this whole heartedly and pushes away the fear.

This works during the days, but at night is harder. She cannot pick up a sword and train to distract herself and often slips out quietly from her room. There are two others in her hall, and she slips quietly past the first sliding door with words which echo in her head. You're too big for this Mitsuko. Go back to your own bed. Hanzo would always say if she sought him in the night, and so it's the second she creeps in. Her adopted sibling closer in age almost never turns her away and so she reaches out to one shoulder which she shakes lightly. "Genji-nii.. I had a bad dream again. Can I sleep with you?"