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esmée camille ...
@aimrot & ndaya .

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@aimrot + “ i feel more like myself when you’re around, angie. “
bittersweet will be the word that will always hover between them: equal parts bitter, ( skin cold to the touch; feet no longer made for dancing, name traded for blood ) equal parts sweet ( the smile that returns, surprising, like the dawn after a long night; love soft in the way fingers tremble ) and enough to make angela’s heart ache.
the ache reminds of her of her worry, and angela always worries, now -- worries for the way she might be wrong again, might lose amélie again through the tired streak of a miscalculation; a mistake that had her gut twisted, lips bruised from biting too harshly. how much is amélie and how much is widowmaker? something familiar, something twisted? overwatch turned their backs on amélie, angela hesitant, guilty, but no better. she’ll be better, now, even if it comes too late.
❛ I’M GLAD -- ❜ angela’s voice comes out hoarse, so she quickly recovers herself, taking one of amélie’s hands into hers. ❛ I’M GLAD. ❜ she squeezes, a smile quickly recovered as it tickles the curve of her mouth.
❛ I’M NOT LETTING YOU OUT OF MY SIGHTS THIS TIME, AMÉLIE. ❜
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Formal engagements were always something that made Ciri’s skin crawl, reminding her too much of Cintra and making her long for somewhere she knew was only ash now. Golden-green eyes are sharp like a hawk’s as she scans the great hall, freezing as she spots her. Amélie. Her blood both boils with rage and runs hot beneath her flesh, a flush rising up to curl around her ears and settle at her collar bone.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Shooting back the last of her drink, Ciri makes her way across the hall slowly, trying to smile somewhat pleasantly but also knowing the sight of her scar would scare off anyone who came to close. “What are you doing here?” Her words are spat out, a pale hand shooting out to drip her right above her elbow and squeeze tightly, lip curled and sharp teeth bared.
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raindrops tape against the window glass; blue eyes observe the monotony lingering around them – as if death no longer surrounds, as if a moment of solaces dares to linger within hectic grounds. in truth, addison already made up her mind to live in a state of chaos.
if you can’t find a new year’s kiss, i’ll be yours.
the taste of his words lingers against her lips. mark sloan taunting her / tantalizing her, as if to undermine her willpower to move on from the series of heartbreaks. she loathes how he plays with her heart – she despises how disposable she feels in the numerous conquest of his.
thus, when eyes proclaimed the other woman – she did not hesitate. he was within proximity, almost carefully watching her every move as if he isn’t bound by his oath to the people. but even amidst the countdowns to a new year doctors need a break… and this woman is perfect. deadly, mysterious, and an enigma : she’s drawn to her, as if a moth to a flame.
she doesn’t care. reckless she is, & reckless she acts. as the counters descend from ten to zero, she draws closer & closer until the telltale sign of the new year ushers her to press her lips against the other woman’s. addison lingers before cutting it short.
cocky eyes flicker towards the sight of her ex-boyfriend before she haughtily saunters off to proceed with her duties for the night.
send 💕 for my muse to give yours a new year kiss! // not accepting ( @aimrot )

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“ OF COURSE I WILL TAKE ISSUE with being told what to do !! ”
digits move to encircle star's own, using muscled abdomen to press the other abruptly toward the nearest wall. lingering grin adorns wolfish maw, honey holding iridescent gaze. ❝ spare me a few more moments together, hm? ❞
The gasp Ciri lets escape is embarrassingly loud as her head thumps against the wall, golden-green eyes wide in her skull. She bares sharp teeth instinctually, WOLFISH tendencies immediately bubbling up to the surface. “Why should I do that, huh?” She wants to, is the thing. She wants everything Amélie will give her, every inch and she’ll find a way to take a mile. Leaning onto her toes, Ciri lets the very tips of their noses brush together, lets them breathe the same air as she puffs up like an angry lioness. “Why should I do anything you tell me to?” Because you want to, Ciri. All she wants is for someone who doesn’t need anything from her, doesn’t want anything from her.
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i am a touch of death. a touch of winter’s frost, heart shriveled & frost-bitten. the agonizing dark plagues me, and i see it in the color of your hair. the stygian dark which leaves me mesmerized. ( i think, what must it feel like to wrap those strands around my neck. choke myself upon the length of your tresses. ) my name means massacre, but when you say it: IT FEELS MORE LIKE POETRY.
our hands meet within the narrow gap of our two bodies. spines arched until our chests touch, and i cannot help but give a breathless laugh. how funny it is, to find love from you. i mourn at the tomb of your breast, press kisses at the containing flesh which guards your own heart. the smears of red i leave behind compliment your skin, forcing my reverence beheld at the sight.
upwards i travel, until i feel you swallow beneath my lips. until i feel your breath upon my cheeks. it is there i pause just to observe the way your lashes flutter. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TELL ME YOU WANT MORE.
the feeling of your mouth on mine is satin. soft and plush are your lips, like i have rubbed rose petals along my face. my hands find the jutting bones of your hips and i wonder how long it has been since i’ve held someone so gently. how long it has been since you have felt gentle.
❝ amélie, the hour draws near. ❞ i do not explain what i mean. you will know, in your war-torn soul. there will be vengeance and blood, but for now there is you and i and the moments between us. ❝ when all is said and done, i will be waiting for you. but you must go this path alone. ❞ i would level their legions for you. bend their backs for your to rest your feet. i would. but these are the strings of fate exposed only to you. the closure will not come with their blood on my blades.
❝ give them death, amélie. ❞
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