une balle, un mort

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ucljat:

“You assume, upon seeing this suit, that I am slow. Do not judge a book by it’s cover. Spider.” she’s locking the weapon on her back, in turn, disarming herself, but she trusts that by the time Widowmaker would get her scope up she could close the distance.

“I can outrun Tracer on most days. I believe I can outrun you if it were needed,” she says. She tenses when she sees the rocket launcher moving, but relaxes when it’s simply disarmed. She returns the favour, and disengages her own weapon, although she’s far from being entirely disarmed. “And I do have a name, you know. I do not appreciate being called ‘Spider’.”

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divinerest:

❛ I DON’T BELIEVE THAT !! ❜ the black air haunts what death remains until it engulfs her lungs , breathing impetuous morbidity into her teeth . ❛ you could have killed me . there were so many opportunities for you to finish me off ❜

The assassin’s teeth are bared, but any words she has die in her throat. The doctor is slowly backing her into a corner, but she refuses to admit it. She has half a mind to spite the doctor and shoot her then and there, but her arms will not move. “I do not kill unnecessarily,” she finally settles on saying, her words as cold as ever. “Your death is unnecessary.”

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pulsepistcl:

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   eyes   wide   ,   brows furrowed :   THEY MEET AGAIN   .  her body is tense / coiled / already  prepared  to SPRING into  action ,  to make the  first move  if it came down to it .  WIDOWMAKER  ,  formerly known as  amélie  lacroix  .  the wife of a former  DECEASED  overwatch agent had been turned into a  RUTHLESS KILLING MACHINE  .  a perfect assassin .  ‘   you won’t  get away  this time !!   ’ quite a BOLD proclamation to make. translation : i won’t make the same  mistakes  again .

Widowmaker hisses at the sound of the vigilante’s voice. She had been hoping to get through this job without an interruption, but it seems as though her luck has run out on that front. She remains still, eyeing the younger woman with teeth bared, and a cold, icy look in her amber eyes. “Get out of here, girl,” she snaps, firing her grappling hook in hopes of putting some distance between them. “There is no need to get yourself hurt.”

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wundertater:

“I…”

Angela began, stopping to try and wet her lips. Her mouth was incredibly dry and speaking was a challenge for her. She attempted to breathe deeply, hands still moving through her hair in an attempt to calm herself. She swallowed hard, her breathing returning to its haggard state while her eyes shut tight.

“I…I don’t know if I can last ten minutes..”

By this point, Angela was using all of her willpower to stay conscious. She didn’t want to worry Amélie, but she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up. The world was spinning and everything felt like it was pressing down on her.

“It will be ten minutes at the most,” Amélie said, trying to get Angela to look on the more positive side, even if there was very little of it. She could see that the doctor was struggling, and she was afraid she was going to pass out and leave her to wait in complete silence. That would drive her mad.

“They could be here any moment. The elevator could start moving at any moment,” Amélie said, trying not to sound frantic, but she knew her voice was getting just a little too fast to be considered relaxed. She swallowed, and began to comb her fingers through Angela’s hair again, hoping to help calm the doctor, and herself.

Indeed, it was just another two minutes before the elevator lights flickered back on, and Amélie felt the pressure of the car beginning to rise up once again. She let out a heavy breath, relieved that it hadn’t actually been ten whole minutes.

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oldsoldiersdiehard:

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“Why’d they send an assassin to capture me? Did they think I wouldn’t fight as hard because I knew who you were?”

“Perhaps. Maybe they sent me because they know I know how you fight better than any other agent. I cannot say; I am as aware of their motivations as you are.”

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wundertater:

“I will have some sort of helmet yes?”

Angela raised her eyebrows slightly before she began to laugh as well. She watched in silence as the two walked around the ring, a smile on her face. It was great to see Amélie like this. She looked like she felt so at home, unlike when she was visiting the bases. Not to say she wasn’t happy there, but the looks were very different.

Her eyes flashed a bit, noticing the clench of her friend’s jaw and the tender way she walked. Her blue eyes narrowed, staring the rider down with a rather displeased look.

“You are resting as soon as we arrive at the guest house. And we will go on the tour when your knee stops hurting you. Have you taken your medicine today? And are you even wearing your brace?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t put you on a horse without one,” Amélie said with a soft chuckle. Her face fell a moment later, though, realizing that she hadn’t hidden her pain very well. Then again, it was no surprise that Angela had noticed it; she was her best friend and a doctor. It would be a surprise if she missed it somehow.

“I’m fine, Angela. And you know, my knee is always hurting me... it is just... a little more than usual today,” she said, trying her hardest to brush off her friend’s concern. And then, of course, the two questions that were always asked. Amélie inhaled through her teeth and then sighed, shaking her head. “No, and no. I will get my brace on the way to the house, though, alright? The medication will have to wait. I would like to have my wits about me for the next few hours.”

She could deal with the pain. She’d been dealing with it since she broke her knee as a dancer all those years ago. But what she couldn’t deal with was her medication making her woozy and out of it. Not good for someone handling animals twice their size. “I will take it once we are done for the day.”

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wundertater:

Angela nodded and leaned on the railing, watching Amélie and Lady move around the area. She watched in awe as they sped up and leaped over the jump. She couldn’t help but gasp in amazement at the sight. The clattering tore her attention away from the horse and her rider for just a moment before looking back to the two now in front of her again. She smiled brightly and began to clap.

“That was amazing, Amélie! I’ve never seen a more amazing jump!”

Hands resting on the railing, Angela’s blue eyes looked to Lady softly, a smile on her face.

“That was a wonderful jump, Lady. Thank you for letting me witness it.”

Straightening up, pulled out her phone and opened it up, snapping a quick picture of the two as she continue to grin. She shifted backwards and sat on top of her suit case, sending the picture she just took to someone.

“Valerie  insisted I take pictures. She says you need to get any of me falling off the horses.”

Unused to getting praise when a rail hits the ground, Amélie stared at her friend before grinning brightly, quite thrilled to have given the doctor a bit of a show. She reached up to unclip her helmet, pulling it off and leaning back a little in the saddle to steady herself as Lady went back to trying to graze.

“She did? Well, there will very likely be a few falls, I have no doubt about that,” Amélie laughed. “I will take her around a few times, and then we can get you settled.” She gave Lady’s reins a gentle tug, and had her walk around the ring a few times, before pulling her to a stop at the gate and swinging down. The groom from earlier took the mare back to the stables to get her brushed out and in her stall.

Amélie did her best to hide the fact that her knee was, unsurprisingly, giving her trouble as she walked around the edge of the ring to where Angela was. Her jaw was tight until she let herself shift her weight onto the other leg, giving the left one a bit of a rest. “Okay. I will take you to the guest house and you can put your things there, and then I can show you around before we do anything for a lesson. Does that sound good?”

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seistiro replied to your post:“What is all this about the cowboy stripping?”

you’re invited to, show’s at 11

“So it is not a joke? I will have to see this.”

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“What is all this about the cowboy stripping?”

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Amortentia

meme || Accepting

For all that he jokes about her smelling always of freshly-baked pastry, creme anglaise, baked goods of any tempting description; he’s not entirely wrong. He guesses that she’s the sort of woman to spend exorbitant amounts of money on luxury bath goods; salt and soaps and shower gels from Parisian boutiques, kept in slender glass bottles  and elegant little jars for when she wants (NEEDS) to unwind.

They’ve lent her skin a scent of lightly toasted cinnamon, spun sugar, toffee, fudge, honey - you name it. Every sweet, tooth-rotting thing you can think of and it’s right there on her skin, drifting in clouds from the dark rope of her hair. She wears a ludicrously strong perfume over it though; roses so strong they almost make his eyes water (men for a mile around are fainting - pause to stop and you hear the bodies hit the floor).

But still, neither of these wonderful scents can entirely hide the cold, icy menthol that beats in her sluggish blood; a smell he cannot describe other than blue. Icy, regal, disdainful. Cool, in every sense of the word.

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seistiro:

The damp cloth hit him smack dab between the eyes and he swiped it away with a huff, disappointed but not surprised that she didn’t rise to the bait. Then again, it had been worth a try, at least.

And the offer to share, whilst casual, had been entirely serious. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of the quiet betting pools which circulated the squads; as to who would be the first to bed the spider. The bragging rights that would have granted him would have been nice, but he could make do. Not my problem if she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.

“Fair enough. Always figured you were more of a cat person-”

And before he closed the door all the way, he poked his head round and made sure to get the last word;

“How kind of you, darlin’. I’d really appreciate that.” and for a moment, it wasn’t entirely clear if he was being serious or not.

Sometimes it was tempting to rise to his bait, if only so that she could tease him into a mess and leave him like that, but even that might still be winning to the man, and she refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. She was not, however, aware of the betting pools; if she was, there would likely be a lot more dead Talon agents she’d have to explain away.

“I am not switching places with you, so you are aware,” she said through the door. He would likely still hear her, even with the door shut and the water running. The water pressure was shit, anyway. “If you sleep on the bed, we will have to share.” She doubted that would bother him, though.

She stepped away from the door to open the little bag she always brought with her on missions like this. Medication, a change of clothes so that she didn’t have to wear the awful catsuit all the time. Speaking of which, she decided she had had enough of it, and began to shed it, replacing it with the tank top and pants she had tucked away. She returned to the door to lean on it, listening.

“Did you hear me, chiot ?”

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valkiriyas:

            ❝ I think how the world views me is just as important as my own vies of my own self. To them, I am either a monster or a angel. I’m not even sure which one I am. ❞

“Nothing is that black and white, and you know it. But I think you should consider what you think you are. Or maybe which way you lean.”

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seistiro:

He continued to dab ineffectually at the red now smearing his lips. As soon as she left the room and he heard the tap run, he felt no shame in beginning to try and lick it off, salt and iron flooding his mouth as he did so. Like an animal, cleaning himself with his tongue.

But then he heard her coming back and stopped (he’d been told it was creepy, and unprofessional) and he huffed as he felt her cool fingertips rest lightly on his jaw. Slitted pupils watching her face as she dabbed and rubbed at the stain.

At her accusation, a sly grin crossed his face, fangs flashing under the dull yellow light of the awful hotel room they were holed up in.

“And you smell like roses and fresh pastry. Like always. Croissants for breakfast again, sweetheart?”

And knowing full well the CHEEK of that would earn him a smack or worse, he quickly stepped out of range, twirling neatly on his heel as he headed into the bathroom, already pulling his serape over his head.

“More’n welcome to join me. Save water an’ all that jazz.”

Widowmaker’s eyes rolled dramatically at his little joke. “Ha ha. That is absolutely hilarious,” she said in the flattest voice she can muster, which is, of course, incredibly monotonous. She balled up the cloth in her hands, and was about to toss it into the garbage when Jesse opened his mouth again.

He had balls, she would give him that. Not a lot of Talon agents dared to proposition her, and when they did, they tended to not last long. She was used to it from Jesse, though, but that didn’t mean she particularly liked it. She clicked her tongue once disapprovingly, and threw the bloodied cloth at his face, not really caring if it hit him or not.

“No, thank you. I do not wish to smell like wet dog,” she said, but her voice was surprisingly playful despite the mean jibe at his expense. “Wash yourself, and perhaps I will consider letting you sleep in the bed this time, rather than the floor.”

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inadspectusmeum:

————————— FEELING something just BARELY touching his shoulder, right after the CRACK of a rifle, indicated to him instantly that his instinct was CORRECT ;; there was still someone there, and they were AIMING at him.

      THOUGH it was hard to tell if they PURPOSELY missed or he just moved before they could take him down, he was quick to turn around and activate his tactical visor. With luck, he MAY be able to spot the attacker, and make his OWN approach as a retaliation.

      LOOKING over the area quickly, Morrison watched CAREFULLY for the visor to pick up on movement, ANY kind of movement at all. Nothing. It was peculiar. He didn’t have enough time to simply STAND around attempting to search for a sniper ;; he had to get out of the line of sight, and fast – maybe find a BETTER vantage point.

      THE soldier swiftly ran through the complex, searching for a GOOD spot to take cover, taking every chance he could to throw off the sniper. He needed time on his hands so he could activate his tactical visor again, and HOPEFULLY, the angle would provide for a better way to spot the hostile. He spent a few moments thinking about WHO it may have been ;; obviously it wasn’t just any ORDINARY sniper, but instead a trained killer, most likely working with Talon for their own personal gain. There wasn’t enough time to DWELL as he stopped, turned and activated the visor again ;; he searched the area once more.

      NOTHING again.

She stayed still as a statue, her breathing slow and steady. She doubted the man would be able to see her with that visor of his. She didn’t know if it detected heat signatures, or reacted to movement, but either way, it likely wouldn’t detect her. Likely. Which was why she didn’t dare to move a muscle when he was turned in her direction.

Widowmaker had been about to take another shot when he started to move, rushing out of her scope. Smart, she thought, but not enough to get away from me. 

He was out of her field of vision now, and she guessed he was taking a breather. A perfect time to switch positions so that she could find him again. She lowered her rifle to let the scope and barrel pull back in, mounted it on her back, and then stretched her arm out to fire her grappling hook. It took her across the open ground of the complex, giving her the view she was hoping for.

“Merde !” she hissed, seeing that his visor was up again. And she had mostly definitely just crossed his field of vision. She drew her weapon, and aimed for his shoulder, hoping to at least wound him and prevent him from trying to shoot her perch.

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wundertater:

Angela simply nodded, her hands working through her hair at a rather fast pace. It was quickly becoming a disheveled mess from all of her fiddling, her bangs becoming slightly tangled. Her hair fell from its ponytail as she hugged her legs closer.

She dared to not speak, worrying for what may come out of her mouth if she did. She may lose what little food was in her stomach due to how dizzy everything felt, or she may lose the last of her air and pass out. Her body continued to tremble, legs hugging themselves closer to her core. The light above them flickered, causing a small whimper to escape the doctor. It was like she was a completely different person.

It felt like forever before her phone buzzed again (when really, it had only been about five minutes), and Amélie quickly checked the screen to see if it was Gérard telling her when they would be free from this box. Indeed it was, and she sighed, feeling more than a little relieved. She doubted Angela would feel the same, but Amélie could stomach being in a tight space. Well. Mostly. 

Angela’s anxiety was feeding her own and making it hard to think, but she wasn’t visibly freaking out, if only for the doctor’s sake. She inhaled deeply, feeling it tremble just a little, and she typed a reply to Gérard, doing her very best to keep her hands steady.

“Ten minutes at the most,” she said. “We’ll be out of here within ten minutes.”

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illuminforged:

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   “And if I don’t?” Taija hissed right back in return, fingers wrapping around the grip of her gun behind her back. There was no way that she would do such a thing in any presence that was remotely tied to Talon. Still, her reply had the agent’s brows furrowing, but not backing down. She had no real reason to protect Overwatch, and yet…

      “-This is where I am for the moment- so it is my business and If you don’t want a fight then LEAVE.”

“Then you may just wake up in a few hours with a bad headache,” Widowmaker said, keeping a close eye on the arm that was reaching to something just out of sight. Definitely a weapon, or something equally unwelcome in the assassin’s mind. She had little desire to have something thrown at her, even if it wouldn’t actually hurt her. Well. That depended on what got thrown, she supposed.

She stepped closer, closing the gap by only a couple of feet, but came to a stop. She was trying to get the woman to reveal whatever it was she had behind her so that she could at least figure out how to handle it. She didn’t like unknowns.

“No. I have a mission, and I need to complete it. The easiest thing for you is to move out of my way, and we can both forget this encounter ever happened.” Widowmaker didn’t kill unnecessarily, but she would kill this woman if she had to.

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valkiriyas:

            ❝ I must admit━ it is all to easy to think sometimes. That this is all I will ever be, the only significant part of my life story. I want to be remembered when I’m gone━ for who I was and not what I did. ❞

“I get that. But I also think you put too much stock in what everyone else thinks of you, and not enough in what you think of yourself.”