#buffomnic

           ‘ Well, well... look at it.  Jesse McCree, a big fan of mine.  Who’d ever say. ‘ the other two were expected -- B.O.B. and that tiny weird creature that’s now living in their hideout.  And herself, of course. You gotta be a fan of yourself to get somewhere.

save ashe

                It’s been awhile since she disappeared.    How much time it’s been now? Honestly, she wouldn’t know.   The Leader of the Deadlock Gang was definitely a big target, and so very well Ashe was aware of this fact, she managed to escape every single time anyone, organization affiliated, police, or just bounty hunters, tried to ever capture her.  Dead or Alive, the poster said.   For so many years, the woman managed to grab power within her hands, and it’d only take her one simple gesture to have it all she wanted.  The information the Deadlock managed to grab, the amount of heavy weaponry they kept hidden.  Gladly, somehow, it was just her they captured, instead of any other gang member.  No way a word would escape scarlet lips; and oh, these people were willing to keep her there, and break her soul until they’d get whatever they wanted.

               Elizabeth was strong. For days so many attempts to escape and fight back were made, and even she’d have hurted her captors badly until she’d be tied up from feet to neck. No way she’s givin’ up!   Yet, for a moment, for a very short moment, she thought about just … closing her eyes, and let it go.  If she’d die there, at least her life have been good, right?  A whole life with a family, a family created on her own,  B.O.B. would be there for them….  

B.O.B….. would be there for her……

               Everything felt more like a dream, when a very familiar sound crashed in;  men yelling desperate while bombs and canons blew the entire hideout.  She’s seen this familiar face before passing away, when B.O.B. and the others were there to take her away, take her back home.

               Ever since they came back, Ashe’s been quiet. A lot more quiet than she usually was.  A whole day not really wanting to face anyone other than B.O.B. after waking up.  It was….. humiliating. Feeling weak, helpless, ready to accept a fate she’d never think before.  The gloom would only grow up to the moment her butler – her friend…. her family…. the moment B.O.B. decided to pull a hug.

                               ‘ What are you doin’ ?? B.O.B.!!!! ‘   oh, Elizabeth wanted to be angry at him. She wanted to yell and punch him, and affirm there was no need for any of that.  But….. slowly, instead of fighting or even raising a voice full of frustration,  slowly she’d let herself rest on his chest.  A few tears only him would ever see slowly taking away any shields put up.  That very moment when she was just that young girl all over again who had no one but an omnic butler who’d always be there for her….

w …. with ….. with what ears ….

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

sad && softe || accepting

      NOT MANY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE HER LIKE THIS – bob is special in this, he’s her best && likely only real friend who she speaks to despite his inability to speak back. he’s the only one that’s been there for her no matter what – the only one who stuck by her side even as she left her estate for good.

      the woman just leans her head && body against the omnic as she’s pulled toward him – fingers dropping the picture she had been staring at again into her lap. she’d tear it for good this time, she had to – && yet she couldn’t. 

      she didn’t even have the strength to reach for her glass again – honey coloured liquor she craved to just shut her own mind down for a minute – but the metal hand runs over her hair && it serves to placate her. he doesn’t speak but she’s learnt to interpret actions much louder than words could ever tell her anything – && she lets out a soft sound; something between a short, breathy laugh && a sigh choked through the back of her throat.

      ❝ i know, bob. thank you. ❞

      legs are carefully pulled up against herself – getting more comfortable as she leans further, crimson eyes closing as she just relaxes && lets the pair’s actions speak for them now. letting herself drift off so her body can sleep off the alcohol && pain.

nonverbal starters || accepting🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

      ❝ hey ! don’t you take that tone a’ eye with me ! i said what i said an’ i meant it. ❞

      she lets out a frustrated sigh, shoulders slumping forward && a pout gracing her lips. sometimes it was hard having one entire omnic know just about everything about her – things she spoke about freely that no one else knew && she’d rather die than ever let anyone know. she’s sure only b.o.b actually knew her well enough to keep calling her out on her bullshit with just a look. 

      she knows she’d probably never let anyone else close enough again. there’s way too much risk.

      ❝ …probably. ❞

      the woman just fiddles with a bullet in her hand before walking it across her fingers seamlessly – idle in the motion but keeping her eyes && mind from wandering.