Jun 18
"Perhaps it's time you've learned to keep your mouth shut."
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"Perhaps it's time you've learned to keep your mouth shut."
"I don't feel, that's the point isn't it?"
"I see the way you look at me. It's pathetic."
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I don't feel, that's the point isn't it?
"I see the way you look at me. It's pathetic."
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"Hmm?"
The spider gives a soft questioning hum as the other tucks the piece of hair behind her ear. Usually she seems so well put together, the hair must have come loose without her noticing. There's a few tense seconds.
"...Thank you."
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(barricade) for sender's muse to block the doorway and not let receiver's muse leave until they agree to rest :3
Exhale, strike, inhale repeat. It was a mission had gone sour that had caused all of this. The twisting of a mind that was already fragile regardless of anyone else's believes. She was good at hiding and yet, it didn't help ease the turmoil that was in her head in the slightest. She was a failure and yet she wasn't supposed to fail. She was a weapon with one purpose. To follow the orders Talon had given her. To follow them without the chance or risk of failure. Yet, that's how the mission had ended up. The spider wasn't completely aware of it but her body and mind we're reacting to memories she didn't have. She was a failure, she could do better and she deserved punishment of some sort. Every other time that the spider had failed, there were torturous consequences. Consequences that any one else would find unfathomable. It twisted and turned in ways that were dangerous, for herself and others. She had been locked in the training room for at least a day and a half. The only reasons that she had left were to fill her water bottle and to eat. She wouldn't fail another order. It wasn't within her orders to sleep, simply to eat as she didn't hold the proper capabilities to tell for herself. It was after one of her meal breaks that she had run into the wraith. She was getting ready to leave the confines of her room when he had shown up. Perhaps he was lingering, knowing how the spider ticked more than she did herself. As she tried to exit, his much larger frame had stopped her. She simply stopped. One hand remained on the door and she looked up. Her free hand rested upon her hip and she gave a deep sigh. "What do you want?" Came the question.
that was a joke
"You're a joke."
bitch
Widowmaker simply raises an eyebrow. "Pardon?"