@dames-de-talon liked for a terrible pickup line You get two
Sombra gave her a slow wink. "If beauty were measured in seconds, you'd be weeks."

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@dames-de-talon liked for a terrible pickup line You get two
Sombra gave her a slow wink. "If beauty were measured in seconds, you'd be weeks."

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Human Error
- closed starter for @dames-de-talonâ
Jack and Amelie meet again after she killed Ana
Dust and dirty covered the gray cobblestone streets like a layer of fog, gunmetal clouds darkening the sky above him, a lightning strike flashing through the sky then and there, thunder growling like a feral animal in the distance.
Jackâs eyes were hyper-focused on the buildings, scanning the fronts and windows of the Neoclassical houses, waiting for the inevitable attack.
Theyâd split up, his team went towards the east, he himself towards the west.
It was just a routine patrol in the city of Zurich, nothing to be worried about or so he had thought at least.
Until he had spotted a distinctive purple figure on the rooftop several streets away from him.
Amelie.
Or Widowmaker as she was more commonly known as these days. Top tier Talon sniper.
Killed many of his agents, good people.
And...
Ana.
Jack took a shuddering breath, inhaled the chill air, gentle wind disheveling his usually picture-perfect striking blonde hair.
He didnât know what to do.
La Réunion
- closed starter for @dames-de-talon
Zayn had stopped questioning how he always ended up in the worst kind of situations a long time ago.
Call it bad luck, call it a curse, he never seemed to get a break from chaos and cold blooded murder.
Maybe it was his history as an Overwatch Captain, maybe they thought he still had valuable information - which he did, he just didn't tell anyone - but somehow he manged to almost get assassinated wherever he went.
Usually he'd barely escape it, beaten and bruised but alive.
This time however...
Well if it weren't for the gaping whole in his abdomen he'd feel just fine.
Blood seeped through his dark leather jacket, his whole body covered in sweat and dirt as he tried to get away from the damn Talon agent who thought it was a good idea to attack him in some shady back ally in Paris.
His hand was outstretched against the brick wall, he stopped, panting, his whole weight resting against the cool stone.
He couldn't hold on much longer.
He had to find a way out, get help, preferably not at a hospital, he didn't need more questions.
"I don't know anything...I...never worked for Blackwatch..."
Painful Starters
@dames-de-talon asked:Â "Everything hurts." (From Moira to Angela!)
âTo be fair, Moira, you were blasted into a wall yesterday.â Angela was careful as she rubbed in a cream for the aches and pains. No sense in making it worse if she didn't have to. The poor dear had been through enough lately.
She pulled away after the last area had been rubbed down and went to rinse her hands off. "Let's see if that helps. I can't give you anymore oral medications for another five hours."
@dames-de-talon Here
"Perhaps you should have requested a new one from one of the requisition officers." Angela folded her arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for Moira to finish struggling with the door. Honestly, she wished the lighting were better so she could get a laugh out of whatever expression had overtaken the woman's face.
"Moira, you are getting older, are you perhaps experiencing a decline in your vision in low lighting?" she teased.
Yep, just stay here and watch the woman fight a door.

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@dames-de-talon liked for a terrible pickup line
"They say that kissing is a language. Would you like to have a conversation?" Angela smiled brightly and finished with a sweet, "Please?"
FOR EACH ââïžâ I GET, IâLL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT OUR MUSES
@dames-de-talonââ asked: đ đ AmĂ©lie and Sombraaaaaa
Kiss Meme
@dames-de-talon asked: đđ(From Moira to Mercy?)
//accidental
Someone rounded the corner into the lab and ran into Angela, upsetting her balance enough that she tumbled off and onto them with a yelp. She was on a step stool trying to fetch something out of a cabinet when Moira ran into her.
Arms scrambled to catch her around her waist or rebalance her, and failed to keep them both from hitting the floor in a tangle of limbs and stinging elbows.
Angela barely managed to keep from going face first into the floorâher nose was grateful for the small miracle. Once she recovered from the shock, she turned her head just as Moira did, causing them to brush noses, lips, a slow exhale of relief that it wasn't worse brushing over the other's face.
An awkward pause, and then she hurriedly sat up on Moira's lap, and helped her get upright. "Your head. How hard did it hit the floor? Do I need to take a look?"