#* refueling | queue.

broad city - ACCEPTING !>> @norikiru

     Aria SCOFFS and plops themselves on the ground, arms resting on their knees as they glare at the ground. It’s too hot. Their sweat is making their hands slip. They thought they could ignore the heat if they just kept working, but Shiro just had to open his mouth and say something dumb that would break them out of their thoughts. The boy must be overheated as well, working in the hangar with them because neither of them have anything else to do. 

     With a scrunch of their nose, they run their greasy fingers through their hair. They really can’t get the image of pugs surrounding them out of their head now. Stupid shit. Having that many pugs around them would just make them even hotter. But… but… it would be so relaxing. 

     After a moment they click their tongue and grab their wrench again, glaring at Shiro now. WISHING they were both covered in pugs. 

                      aria is .  .  . keen. an air of sentimentality he’s not accustomed to. in truth he hadn’t counted on it —— never even gave it a passing thought. but now he’s faced with the question, he weighs his options, and is faced with a second; why would they? for what reason? glaz shoots a glance, that ever-deadpan stare of his, like there’s nothing beneath the stiffness of his gaze when in actuality there’s a universe of his own tucked away in a guarded, cerebral pocket.

          ‘ —— i don’t know. ’    spoken with conviction because he doesn’t know. a job is nothing more than a job. they’re from different places, different worlds,he can’t think of a single thing to lay the foundation for common ground. or maybe he’s not trying hard enough. he does it with everyone who’s ever crossed paths with him; and he knows it.but he can’t stop himself. not for anyone.      ‘ i wouldn’t count on it. ’

     Aria wishes they could understand what thoughts went through Timur’s head. What did the man who could see the tiniest of details think? What would he ignore? What would he focus too much on? Under his gaze, Aria would think what he would see       could he only see the surface of themselves or look deeper and see they’re just as SCARED as the rest of them? Aria has so many questions to ask him, but they FEAR it will only push him away after all the work they’ve done to inch closer to him. 

      he could respond. he could turn around and face his catcaller with the look of deserved exasperation, but he decides against it. that would warrant too much satisfaction, and likely encourage another unsavoury remark. instead glaz shovels a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, staring daggers in front of him. ignore ignore ignore.

     Aria waits for a reaction - an amused snort from Tachanka and some confused stares - but nothing from the sniper. Most people would be discouraged, but not Aria. Almost everyone in Rainbow knows that when they have their sights on something, or someone, they never give up - especially if it involves making a new friend. Even with someone as quiet and seemingly grumpy like Glaz.  

     Instead, the grin on Aria’s face just widens and they quickly grab their tray to move to Glaz’s table, leaving their bemused friends. As they sit down, they place down their own chocolate pudding cup onto Glaz’s tray as an offering, tilting their head to see his face and beam at him. 

late nights - ACCEPTING !>> @redceyed

     “ I am not surprised at all that you would like eternal slumber, caro. ”

     They eye him carefully from the stove, stirring the beef stew idly ( their lunch after a hard day of maintaining Titans and aircraft ). They had been talking about previous battles that could have easily resulted in death. Aria made a quip that they were both strong and sturdy enough otherwise neither of them would have been here at this moment. 

     I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.

     Aria mulls over that thought. Command had sent them over to check on Red, see what his current status was ; physically and psychologically. Aria said that he seemed tired. That he had ghosts clinging to him and that it probably didn’t help that he made his old fireteam’s base his home. Command told Aria to stay there and continue watching him ; which just meant that they wanted Aria out of their hands as well. They must have thought that one depressed pilot and one with too much energy ( self-destructive, reckless behavior they called it ) would be able to keep each other alive. 

     There have been some rough nights for the both of them. They both had night terrors. Viktor would toss and turn in his sleep. Aria would scratch at their stumps, digging into the flesh as if they were growing another appendage. They manage to comfort each other through those nights. Then they barely talk about it in the morning. Aria supposes it’s a system that works. 

     They hear a chair creak and a shuffle of footsteps behind them. Aria glances over their shoulder to look up at the other man standing only inches away from them, looking down at them with a blank expression. Was he worried because they were quiet? 

NINE NINE ! - ACCEPTING !>> @norikiru

     This MEETING Winston was holding was killing off whatever brain cells Aria had left. He was droning on about Talon activity, who was going where, who was doing what, why whomst whateth -- Aria’s attention was lost and they couldn’t care if it was obvious. Though they did try to make it seem like they were paying attention, making eye contact with the scientist. Unfortunately, it must have seemed like Aria was glaring at him because eventually he shifted uncomfortably and would glance at them nervously. Aria decided to turn their gaze elsewhere. 

    “ Blink twice if you’d like me to mercy kill you. ”

    Aria stared at the younger man across the table. Shiro. Who just not so quietly whispered about mercy killing them while Winston was still talking about plans and positions and -- but because he whispered in a room full of people and was trying to be QUIET, then obviously everyone heard it. Winston had even paused before continuing. 

     For Shiro’s effort, Aria actually let out a soft, amused snort ; a quirk of their lips hidden behind their knuckles. They glance at Winston before looking at Shiro. 

watership down - ACCEPTING>> @norikiru

     ❝  You don’t know anything about ME. ❞

     They hate how right he is. They hate that it’s OBVIOUS and written on their face that they don’t want to be HERE. Their instincts scream for them to leave Overwatch behind and go to CORE ( why won’t they listen to their instincts? they should have listened the first time when - ), but they’re still here. They’re still here and they don’t know why. They say it’s their sense of justice. Overwatch means well - but can they DO WELL? They could just go back to CORE, they’re actually doing WORK. Real work. Stuff that matters to the world without getting themselves into so much trouble. Without BETRAYAL. Without PAIN & LOSS. 

     ❝  You feel terrified to GO? Why? Because you think you’ve made a home here? Made friends? As if you are SAFE. You care about the people here. How noble of you. I’m just here to do my job and make sure no one FUCKS UP because that’s all Overwatch is good for.  ❞

      They are here for penance, they think. To make up for those lives lost on that day. People who had HOMES waiting for them. They wanted so badly for this to work out. For it not to CRASH and BURN. But they only see the same mistakes as last time. 

     ( they LIED, they STOLE, they TORE EACH OTHER TO PIECES ! )

comfort & reassurance - ACCEPTING !>> @toxicvxpes

     ❝  You? A great listener? You know that I’m not dying, right? ❞

     They groan and curl up on themselves, breathing heavily as another wave of pain pulses through them. It’s always tough when they have to take their prostheses off to charge ( which is why they usually do it at NIGHT while they are sleeping, but having been out on a mission for a week there was no good time to take them off since ACTION could happen at any time ),  they’re so heavily dependent on their prostheses that they aren’t used to having them off unless they have to do their daily massages. Which is what brings on the phantom pain sensations. Sometimes it was just an itch. Today it felt like their limbs were being hacked at again and AGAIN. 

     ❝  Oy, raggazo carino. Instead of standing there looking pretty       either help me and pass those tools or leave.  ❞

      It’s GREAT that Winston’s message has reached so many people and touched their hearts and it’s GREAT that there are so many NEW members joining because they want to fight the good fight and fight for what is right. It’s GREAT that they have people to help. 

   But God, did so many of them have to be so... annoying? And get in the way?