to repair with gold( w.i.p )

                                 WATCHING YOU – It’s a small pitter patter that she hears, a noise that she’s trained to hear over the ages. How many comrades were like him, those light of feet who could travel long distances with stealth that catches enemies by surprise before it’s too late; a DEVASTING type. Had she not learned to hear them in her past, she would’ve never been able to save their lives. Yet she doesn’t move as the sound grows closer. Staying seated, the older woman sighs, fingers SOAKING in the warmth of her tea cup before she takes a sip – a MOUTHFUL of cinnamon and cardamon, a mouthful of home. ❛ I’d’ve thought you’d be with your mentor, tifl . I’m afraid I hold the last of the tea, if that’s what you come here for. ❜ – – –// @kintsukuroi liked for a starter

                                                      ❝ ——I have a stash ! ❞

independent selective angela “mercy” ziegler of blizzard’s overwatch  — i cut you into pieces searching for your imperfections ; i had plans to make you whole, but all my threads couldn’t stop the bleeding. there’s nothing left, but i’m not leaving when all i know is you. i’ve been looking for a way to bring you back to life, and if i could find a way, then i would bring you back tonight. i’d make you look; i’d make you lie; i’d take the coldness from your eyes. but you told me, if you loved me, let it die.  — as penned by tanner.

天空

      ❝   — and how are we this morning?  ❞ they could rebuild him, and with the technology, she did. she would never say that OVERWATCH rebuilt G E N J I  S H I M A D A , because that would be allowing another to take credit for her work. they were not there for the fifteen hours she spent in the operating room; instead, they only demanded she use experimental technology on him without calculating in the risk of a human life. G E N J I  S H I M A D A is alive because of  A N G E L A  Z I E G L E R and her medical team. no one else.  bringing him back into the waking world was harder than the surgery itself. like a ballerina, almost, she enters his room ( a stereotypical hospital room, one that she has taken personal care to resemble certain japanese aesthetics ) and opens the blinds to allow in the first glimpses of morning sun. her nose crinkles as she sets a small metal dish filled with a number of pills on his sidetable, accompanied by a small glass of water.  she approaches him in all his chagrin, and holds the back of her hand to the bit of flesh on his cheek that she could feel. humanity in the face of adversity. at least he was alive.           ❝ how is the pain, mr. shimada?  ❞

                                                           liar.

           ❛  ah, genji.  ❜ intonations take on a cheerfulness, delight clear in his open gestures & the rising pitch of his words. ❛  are you well? you do not tend to seek me out this early. have you finished your meditations already? ——– ah, it is no matter. sit, it appears there is something you wish to discuss.  ❜ his hands unfold, coming to rest in his lap gently, orbs tightening back around his upper half as he shifts his attention from his peace to provide his student with a listening ear.  ❛  tell me your thoughts, young sparrow.  ❜

        simple  company,  ——  that  was  what  he  wanted.  

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independent selective angela “mercy” ziegler of blizzard’s overwatch  — i cut you into pieces searching for your imperfections ; i had plans to make you whole, but all my threads couldn’t stop the bleeding. there’s nothing left, but i’m not leaving when all i know is you. i’ve been looking for a way to bring you back to life, and if i could find a way, then i would bring you back tonight. i’d make you look; i’d make you lie; i’d take the coldness from your eyes. but you told me, if you loved me, let it die.  — as penned by tanner.

                                                 indie genji ━ written by trinity