起死回生

     The meetings between them have been sparse, and yet, he finds each one as enjoyable as the last. Satya is beautiful, logical, order where there is chaos; he finds her quite lovely. With their figureheads cooperation increasing, the opportunity for visitation has as well. Someone as important as she surely requires a skilled warrior by her side; they complimented one another well.

     “ Symmetra, it is good to see you again. I have brought you a gift with the hopes it shall please your tastes. “

   the elder shimada’s lips purse in an attempt to hold back a laugh. this dragon was amusing. he watches, rather intrigued, as the seemingly mythical creature attempts to catch food for itself. he had been smiling, but it faded when he had made eye contact. it was obviously alarmed, and that had not been his intention whatsoever.

   ❛   私はあなたを傷つけることはありません,,   ❜ the archer attempts to soothe, although he’s sure the creature cannot understand him.

Toothless sort of understands what the archer is saying, though it’s the tone of his voice that helps the most. Seating himself, he stares whilst making a curious gurgling sound. They hadn’t attacked him so maybe he doesn’t have to worry so much. He sure was hungry though and his gaze shifts back to the pond for a brief moment before he grunts in frustration.

   the archer had been sitting by the pond, meditating. it had been a secluded space, and nature always was soothing to him. he had heard heavy footsteps, but decided to ignore it. it wasn’t until he felt water hit him that his eyes angrily snapped open. his lips parted to curse at whoever was being so incredibly rude, only to see it was … a dragon.

  he blinks, rather astonished by the sight.

    he simply stares, but then decides to stand. his clothing clings to him as the water dries, but he disregards that. 

With a wild cry the Night Fury goes to pounce, only to realize that he doesn’t want to actually dive into the pond completely. His upper half splashes in, wings flailing, as he regrets his decision and goes stumbling backwards without the fish he’d been trying to catch. Shaking off much like a dog would after a bath, Toothless huffs in annoyance and, out of the corner of his eye, notices something.

No, no no. None of that. She knew she’d dropped one somewhere, but the visitor was unexpected. For a moment Sombra stood and watch, hand on her hips, but the second it looked like it was going to start teething she spoke up,” Hands off the merch you big lizard.”

“Now, what do we have here?”

Oh no he’s been spotted! There’s a startled cry from Toothless as his teeth show through what had once been a mouth of nothing but gums. He shuffled backwards and got a little bit of distance between them. Wings flap open but he doesn’t take off, can’t without his harness and there’s no telling where it went.

Who is this person? What are they doing? Toothless is curious even though he should remain hidden. It has been a while since he’s had the chance to interact with Humans. His friend had gone away, he knew not where they went or if they would come back. Maybe this one is nice too and they can help him out of his saddle. It is so heavy and uncomfortable!

Ah, seems Toothless has gotten lost yet again. He knows not where he is but there is a pond and it’s full of fish! Time to splash with a clawed paw in an attempt at catching one. He’s hungry and doesn’t seem to care about looking around first.

He’s been sniffing at Sombra’s translocator for a short while now and has begun batting at it like an over sized cat. It’s shiny and he has absolutely no idea what it is.

       It was as if the scars down his arm were purposely curved around, shaping the outline of his limb. Highlighted by every cut like it was art. Truly, Satya found herself marveled. She didn’t realize her hands cupped the arm. Fingers guided along each scar. Each one was intently detailed by her fingertips. His skin was as said, well taken care of. Silky smooth no matter where she touched. 

It was at this detail that it dawned on her that she had been touching him. 

       “Ah–” she gasped, jerking her hands back and in doing so knocked the cup she had forgotten she sat down a bit back, spilling the liquid inside and onto the table. Her gaze averted. She instead focused on cleaning up her little mess. “I am so sorry.” where were the napkins? Did they have any, they should. Satya stood to look along the desk to find something to clean up the mess. Finally, she spotted a rag on the trey the tea sat on. 

       She reached for it, ready to grab it and clean the mess up. 

     In the exact moment she touched his skin, her fingertips tracing the well cut and even the jagged scars, the archer froze. He’s not let anyone do such a thing before, not so intimately so; routine checkups were so brief and professional but this? This was something different entirely. No amount of suppressing the nervousness that pooled within his gut could stop the faint shade of pink that graced his cheeks. It painted them in a way that even if he pulled his mask up, the cloth would not hide all of it.

     Swallowing, he watched Satya snap out of her daze and spill the cup of tea she’d set down not to long ago. The sound of it didn't even register within his thoughts nor did her fumbling to find a cloth to clean up with. Like a reflex born of instinct, he reached out as well to seek the rag he knew had been brought along with their drinks and his hand all but grabbed her’s.

     It was almost childish with how quickly he pulled away to let her take it. The embarrassment upon his face had only worsened and he turned away to hide it. Growing up in such a sheltered and strict lifestyle, this was foreign territory. Not even his parents were so publicly affectionate, if one could even call their brief connection as such.

     “ Ah... Excuse me. I did not intend... “