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For all the venom in the other Legend’s words, the sim stepped up beside her as if they were only chatting about the weather.

“You’re not still MAD about the last match, are you?”

Wraith was enough competition for him that he liked to think of their back and forth as something like a violent game of TAG. Some matches, she tagged him - into pieces through cleverly opened and closed portals. Other matches, he tagged her - in the case of the last match, through the THROAT with the blade of his hand. Truthfully not even where he’d been aiming, but a pleasant surprise anyway.

For him, at least.

❛ pfff , you’re not worth the energy. ❜ she spat before her gaze fell away from the other  & heads to the stairs to the second floor of the building they were looting. unfortunately , she  doesn’t find much besides a bit more ammo , she would benefit from a heavy mag right about  now.

lips don’t part again until she descends the stairs , finding him by the main door , bumping  his shoulder as she passes to get to the outside.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

patentyd asked: ❛   gun . / wraith

‘  …     do you think i’m scared of you     ,     ms.     blasey     ?     ‘ a hearty chuckle escaped you as you merely shrugged at her     ,     grabbing the wingman she wielded at you     &.     placing it against your temple.     there was no evidence that she would truly pull the trigger     ,     &.     if she did     ? (     there was precautions in place.     you don’t have enemies     &.     not have a respawn chamber waiting for you to drop dead.     ) ‘     imagine how ms.     paquette would feel.     the sorrow that would be upon YOUR shoulders.     ‘

/  he’s  messing  with  you!  shoot!  /  renee  doesn’t  allow  her  gaze  nor  aim  to  falter  as  she  listens  to  his  ramble.  eyes  narrow  as  her  head  tilts  ,  

❛  what  are  you  getting  at?  ❜

    Wattson continued to sit on the floor as she healed herself, slowly recovering from the close call. However, she momentarily froze when Wraith hissed out a ‘shut up’ that seemed to be directed at her. Baby blues widened with shock and concern; her friend must be stressed out to say something like that. The surprise on her face swiftly faded once Renee had clarified the comment wasn’t for her. Now only worry and sympathy remained on her face.     She carefully pushed herself back onto her feet and got closer to the other. A gentle hand extended to grasp Renee’s shoulder in attempt to call her attention to her rather than the world around them. Yes, they had to get going, but not if something was wrong with her friend; she needed to make sure she was okay first.     “Slow down for a moment, mon ami. We’re not under fire.” The engineer said with a soft smile that would hopefully reassure the other. The hand on Renee’s shoulder gave a little squeeze; another attempt at being reassuring. “Are you okay? You seem like you’re a thousand light years away.”

/  get  out  of  there!  she’s  getting  closer!  behind  you!  /  

her  body  doesn’t  bother  to  move  ,  though  it  does  tense  when  natalies’  hand  rests  on  her  shoulder  nor  does  she  remove  her  gaze  from  the  outside.  

lips  don’t  part  for  another  second  ,  trying  to  find  the  right  words  (  an  excuse  ,  a  lie.  )  ❛  i’m  fine.  ❜  it’s  short.  she  doesn’t  believe  it  herself  &  surely  the  other  wouldn’t  feel  any  different.  

/  focus! don’t  let  your  guard  down!  /  a  wince  ,  ❛  stop!-  ❜  again  the  words  aren’t  meant  for  natalie  ,  though  there  is  an  attempt  to  get  out  of  the  others’  grasp.  trying  to  quiet  the  voices.  a  pained  expression  is  shot  towards  natalie  ,  ❛  the  voices  ,  they  -  ❜  she  starts  ,  ❛  wait   .  .  .  ❜

 /  sniper!  move!  /  ❛  there’s  a  sniper  in  the  area  .  .  .  ❜  cloudy  hues  scan  their  surroundings  before  barely  catching  sight  of  the  gleam  of  a  sniper  scope  ,  tackling  the  other  as  the  bullet  comes  barreling  through  the  window.  /  what  the  hell  was  that?!  get  to  cover!   /  

/  see!  she’s  distracting  you!  end  her  NOW!  /  another  wince  is  displayed  on  her  features  as  the  voices  grow  in  volume  ,  a  hand  holds  her  head  before  an  attempt  to  drown  them  out  is  made  &  she  moves  up  against  the  wall  ,  dragging  the  other  with  her.  there’s  a  glance  at  her  ultimate  percentage.  fully  charged.

LOUD & DEAFENING PROMPTS

@patentyd​​ asked: read . ( wraith )

    The airship that transported the Legends to their next matches was quite large and separated into individual spaces. Each was customized with decorations, items, and momentos dedicated to each player. A small home away from home, so to speak. Natalie’s section of the ship was fairly scattered and messy, full of projects that were in progress. Photos of her and her friends were hung from her storage cabinets; a reminder of why she fought.     The little engineer sat at her small work desk, her nose stuck in a book with no cover; seemingly it had been removed at some point. She was so transfixed by the story that she didn’t notice Wraith approaching her until a head popped over her shoulder. Natalie jumped slightly in her seat, fumbling with her book before promptly shutting it.     “Renee!” She exclaimed with surprise, embarrassment, and elation as she turned around. Natalie gave a smile, though it was more timid than usual. “Je suis désolé. I didn’t hear you approach.”

renee  could  be  quiet  when  she  desired  ,  this  time  was  unintentional  but  her  curiosity  got  the  best  of  her  when  hues  spotted  a  book  in  her  friends’  hand.  /  don’t  go  over  there!  what  are  you  doing?  focus  on  the  next  match!  /  the  many  voices  screamed  loudly  in  her  head  that  they  practically  drown  each  other  out  ,  though  that  doesn’t  stop  the  headache  that  was  starting  to  form.  nevertheless  ,  a  minuscule  smile  forms  when  natalie  finally  noticed  her.  

❛  it’s  .  .  .  fine  ,  natalie.  it’s  mostly  my  fault.  ❜  she  states  ,  chewing  on  the  inside  of  her  lip  as  silence  surrounds  the  two  of  them  besides  elliots’  distant  babbling  at  the  front  of  the  ship.

love  as  violence  .  .  .  

[  love  as  bloodshed  ,  crimson  as  a  knife  slipped  between  your  ribs  ]  when  ocean  vuong  said  ❛  to  arrive  at  love  ,  then  ,  is  to  arrive  through  obliteration  .  .  .  ❜  &  when  franz  kafka  said  ❛  you  are  the  knife  i  turn  inside  myself  ;  that  is  love  .  .  .  ❜  &  when  ada  limon  said  ❛  how  do  you  love?  like  a  fist.  like  a  knife  .  .  .  ❜  &  when  richard  siken  said  ❛  sorry  about  the  blood  in  your  mouth.  i  wish  it  was  mine  .  .  .  ❜

LOUD & DEAFENING PROMPTS

@patentyd​​​ asked: dressed . +REVERSED ( wraith. ) / oops…

      As Renee stepped out from behind the dressing room door, Natalie’s expression instantaneously lit up. A megawatt smile bloomed on her face, summoning subtle dimples in her round cheeks. She was clearly ecstatic about the cute outfit she had managed to convince her dearest friend to put on. It was lighter than what Wraith typically wore; full of bright whites and soft pinks. She looked so adorable!       “See?! I told you it would look great!” Natalie exclaimed excitedly. She knew this was mostly uncharted territory for Renee, so she was prepared to shower the other with compliments. She wanted this to be a good experience after all. “I know purple is more your colour but I think pink could be a close second.”       Natalie then stepped towards Renee, closing the gap between the two of them. Her hands revealed a set of hair clips with cute charms of animals at the base– she picked the one with the little polar bear. Then she delicately slid the clip in, securing a bit of the other’s loose bangs back into it’s bun, opening up her face a bit more. Renee had rather pretty eyes. “There.” Natalie said with an approving nod. “Perfection!”

teeth  dig  into  her  inner  cheek  ,  arms  outstretched  as  she  eyes  what  she’s  wearing.  since  natalie  picked  it  out  she  attempts  her  best  smile  but  it  turns  out  more  awkward  than  intended.  ❛  nat  ,  i  .  .  .  ❜  close  to  complaining  she  gets  distracted  by  her  friends’  movement  forward.  

ocean  hues  watch  as  the  other  decorates  her  up-do  ,  chewing  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek  further  &  eventually  draws  blood  ,  quiet  until  she’s  done.