#eachraidh

          angela laughs at the message. it’s so dorky in a way that’s just so lena— questionably charming, so much so that one would be justified to doubt it, play it off as a joke.

she’s  seen  too  much.       enough,     that  the  moment  she  takes  a  step  forward  she  halts.       fine  tuned  ears  picking  up  on  a  just  barely  there  sound   -   crackling,     wind,     tell - tale  signs  of  disaster  in  a  world  like  hers.       four  quick  steps  backwards  and  she’s  drawing  her  bow,     though  it’s  unclear  where  she  should  be  aiming.       eyes  darting  back  and  forth,     lara’s  seconds  away  from  sneaking  a  hand  onto  her  belt  and  tapping  her  walkie   -   the  least  she  can  do  is  send  jonah  a  last  minute  sos  before  whatever  it  is  reveals  itself.       but  then  it  appears  in  a  flash,     tufts  of  brown  hair  and  blue  light,     bright  enough  for  her  to  squint  and  relax  her  grip  on  the  string.       “   what  the  hell?   ”       spoken  aloud,     less  of  a  question  and  more  of  an  inclination  to  believe  she’s  hallucinating.       dreaming.       knocked  out  on  the  temple  floor  and  lifeless.

her  aim  shifts  to  the  figure,     arrow  knocked  and  ready  to  loose  at  a  moment’s  notice.       “   what  are  you?       what  do  you  want?   ”       it  was  easier  to  ask  questions,     easier  to  pretend  that  this  is  all  real  and  not  a  figment  of  her  imagination.       a  careful  step  closer  to  help  her  inspect,     eyes  locked  onto  the  glowing  object   -   determined  to  figure  out  what,     if  any,    symbol  resides  there.       “   did  trinity  send  you?   ”       the  obvious  answer,     they’d  not  left  her  alone  in  ages   -   nor  she  them,     if  she  were  being  completely  fair.       but  some  things  were  better  that  way,     so  long  as  lara  kept  the  upper  hand,    things  would  be  fine.       what  wasn’t  fine  was  an  unwelcome  intruder,     one  that’d  seemingly  appeared  from  nothingness.       “   don’t  move  or  i’ll  shoot.   ”

eachraidh asked: What’s in your violin case ?

❝  VIOLENCE !  ❞

“ why are you awake? “ // 3am prompts . // @eachraidh​ 

       IS HE---? it doesn’t FEEL like it , the soldier slogging through consciousness ; prior to response , he gives lena a soft SMILE , a WEARY thing--- it’s nice to know there’s still someone who cares enough for his well-being to ASK , her concern APPRECIATED ;

                                               “ there’s still WORK to get done---                                                       i’ll be finished here soon. ”

“ the world we live in is a giant tinderbox. all it takes is someone to light the match. ” // prompts . // @eachraidh​ 

a low HUM , his agreement ;  they’re in a PRECARIOUS BALANCE , where every action made could snowball into DIRE CONSEQUENCE---they’re faced with talon who would see the world set ABLAZE , but such organization is equipped with talented MANIPULATORS capable of twisting even the good-intentions of OVERWATCH--- ...which is why jack has chosen to remain UNAFFILIATED , his choices & motions UNATTACHED to the rebirth of the peacekeeping collective---

though soldier: 76 works alongside agents of overwatch , his MOTIVES & PERSONAL goals don’t quite LINE-UP with theirs --- to keep himself DISTANCED is to mean that when his actions have repercussions , it’s not overwatch that takes the fall ; not THIS TIME .

@eachraidh​ said :  “ i wish we could sail our sad days away forever . ”

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 | Accepting.