#dfist

reaction || accepting || stargazing

”Have you seen the stars from the mountains, my love? I would love to show them to you.”

Though not an impossibility, the idea was reminiscent of a hopeful, burning little ember – their time together grew more infrequent, they stowed away in the night after parties, they spared glances towards one another in the briefest moments of pleasantries; there were few things to be done about such a heart breaker, fewer that they wanted. It felt that sacrifice would be an omission; sacrifice was a cruelty neither would lay on the other. Busted lips, flower bloomed bruises, such things could heal with time, but to abandon all for love? The thought would hover, as a nagging insect may, and do nothing but bother until their untimely death. Still, he would have loved to take Akande to the monastery, as uncertain of his personal welcoming he may have been. There was a piece of Zenyatta, close to his heart, that knew his Brothers and Sisters would welcome not only the Tekhartha back, but Zenyatta too. His crimes were not crimes, they were forgivable, understandable. 

“They are … bright there. It seemed at night the only lights to be found were those stars.” 

A hand placed along Akande’s chest, he’d grown accustomed to settling in his lap and curling closer; there was safety there, along with familiarity, to have an arm wrap around his waist and shield him. It was if Akande hide him from any passerby, though Zenyatta doubted anyone would come so far out seeking either of them. He came there often to meditate, a forgotten bench in a sort of grove, surrounded on all sides by trees, but a clearing left to stare at the stars. 

“… And even the worst blizzards could not blot them out completely. Often times, during these blizzards, I would leave the monastery, much to the vexation of Mondatta — ” Soured the name, rarely spoken, trusted Akande. “ — I relished the time to think. Though the storm was often isolating and suffocating, I would catch a glimpse of the stars and feel … safe. Cold and irresponsible, but safe.” 

Akande had his head tilted back, urged to look by wistful story and isolation, and Zenyatta found himself staring at him. He was handsome, even in the darkness Zenyatta could see how exhaustion pulled at him, and he loved him. 

“Dearest … “

He would bring a hand up, thumb and forefinger used to cup Akande’s chin in order to guide his attention toward the man in his lap, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips. 

     He’s not in private, but there’s no one else around from his check of the room. Disgusted, his left hand reaches up to his mask, pulling it from his face, turning it to examine the rather glaring crack across it. Last hunt he’d been on had dealt it damage. It meant he needed a new one, which was never any damn fun to have to go get. This was the last one he had on hand around here, it’d be a damn day’s trip to get another. Annoyed, the wraith’s upper lip curls to reveal a row of pointed fangs ( oh, did he ever play up being a monster ).

     A loud growl escapes him finally, standing from a seated position and all but whipping the damaged mask across the room to the far wall, watching the thing crack in two and clatter uselessly to the ground. Teeth fully bared, red eyes glinting with a mild anger, he doesn’t clue in he’s facing someone for a good minute. 

     When his eyes move from the mask on the ground to the doorway, Reaper freezes. Anger melting away into utter shock; he’d have known what exactly to do if it was any of Talon’s mooks, but the man standing in the door frame getting a very good look at not only Reaper’s face, but Reaper’s face when he’s angry with all the little extras that come with it ( so maybe there’s a few more eyes than are necessary, and maybe there’s a good view of the teeth at the back of his mouth through the right side of his face, all of them filed to fine points ).

     “Shit.” It’s a reaction that hits all too late, Reaper suddenly keen to turn to the side, pulling his hood further over his face. He’s far too late to cast the normal pitch black illusion he tends to use when he’s mask-less, yet he does it anyways. Maybe somewhere in his mind he’s hoping that this is just going to be let go - there’s been only three people who he’s let see his true face; Akande seeing it on accident now means four within Talon have seen it. Reaper really should have thrown his fit in private.

    hana would never admit that she ‘ d become kind of an adrenaline junkie with her time in talon , but at the same time she certainly wouldn ‘ t deny it , either . with a skip in her step , the agent made her way to the war room in order to catch up on any info she needed .

“WOULD YOU BE REFERRING TO the recipient of the wound… or yourself, inflicting it?” the younger man inquired, a small smirk upon his lips. He was quite sure the statement could go both ways, knowing the wraith. “Now,” he began, placing just the side of his hand upon Reaper’s shoulder, thumb side up. It was an intimidation tactic; he was toying with his ally, his smile playful yet laced with malice. “Imagine how you will feel inflicting such wounds upon Morrison and Amari, should you finally cast aside your sentiments.”

she must have been like a RABBIT in comparison ; petite , small , like a small splotch against the large canvas of AKANDE OGUNDIMU . even still -- there was not a hint of fear as she circled him a little ; fingers interwoven , a practised skip in her step . coy && coquettish were her bread && butter . sombra may get what she wanted through blackmail , but hana song did so with a SMILE instead .

“-- are you busy?” she has eyes ; she can see if he was or not . but the question left her lips , her chin resting on the bridge made by her connected hands , elbows resting RUDELY on the table ; smile still present . “i want to talk, boss.”

munday meme || ACCEPTING 

☂ : Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

my s/o, @luciferborn/ @widowblacken/ wherever the fuck they are: they constantly inspire me and push me to write better even when we’re not actively interacting!! they have such an incredible style like wow

Cadin, @tracedthroughtime:  honestly their Lena has DIRECTLY influenced how i play older blackwatch Jesse? like he’s not the guy I thought he would be when I started writing and it’s their fault. 

Hawky, @trickarrowd: Similar to my s/o they’ve just got?? such a good style?? that constantly makes me wanna be better?? like im going in and reading threads that have nothing to do with me bc of how well they capture Roy. like i waNNA DO THAT.