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hi there , you can call me eden ! this is a writing blog for 𝐚𝐦𝐞́𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 ( widowmaker ) based in 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 .

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you can also find me at @cryostasis​ , @pacini , and @herteeth !

ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ﹐ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs.  ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.  ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.

@araignes

Something about her always seemed melancholic in nature. Gérard could not put a finger to it, yet at times, he caught glimpse of sadness brewing beneath her serene facade. He wanted to ask, to know more about his companion and friend — yet the words never left.

It wasn’t his place to ask.

Everyone around him always seemed to carry the same sadness, the same wounds. A side-effect of working with this godforsaken organisation. Perhaps it was a blessing then that his life prior to this remained hidden.

All he could offer her was a soft smile, hoping, at least for a brief moment, that it would soothe the ache in her soul.

“ I’ll see you in 15 minutes then. “ He replied almost playfully, giving her a slight grin. “ Don’t be late, Widowmaker, or you’ll break my heart. “

There it was again, the way his heart skipped a beat whenever he looked at her. Fondness, platonic affections for a friend, he supposed. Giving her one last fond gaze, he parted — walking briskly to his quarters for a quick shower and to change into his best suit.

Despite lacking many luxurious materials, he was lucky enough to possess a set of formalwear. Generously given by the organisation, the coat was cheap and irritating to the skin after prolongue wear. But — beggars can’t be choosers.

Slipping into it, he combed his hair and looked at himself almost obsessively in the mirror, fixing any and every microscopic flaw which he could find. A little more to the left, no — to the right. Gérard’s heart was light with joy at the idea of spending more time with her.

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and    yet    ,    there    remained    fondness    ,    amélie    changing    into    the    dress    with    relative    ease    .    then    comes    the    eyeliner    ,    light    eyeshadow    ,    and    a    tender    application    of    gloss    on    her    lips    for    good    measure    .    towards    the    designated    talon    driver    she    went    ,    then    ,    primly    waiting    for    gérard    to    finish    up    .