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is ketchup a smoothie, moira ???

             It’s a little startling to have Sombra uncloak in front of her, but it was nothing she was unaccustomed to. She’s a little confused as to why she’d so unceremoniously dump herself upon her lap, but there’s ultimately very little reason to make her move-- so instead of inquiring about it, she allows her left hand to settle upon Sombra’s hip as she boops the geneticist’s nose.

“Feeling friendly today, are we?”

“It should be straightforward.”

With a final, careful stroke of a brush, the marks that she’s been putting on her face since the Blackwatch days is finished and she closes the compact, turning to face the shorter woman properly this time, offering her the bottle of rum at her side. Kwaku was a stickler to the rules (her dedication to Blackwatch was too much) but Anansi finds herself all the more willing to bend them, chaos is how one grows. Isn’t that what Talon’s about? Why can’t more people see that? 

Kiss Kiss | | > Selectively Accepting 

He had been surprised, when he first started working with Sombra, how much WAITING there was in her work. She seemed like the impatient type in all other situations, but when she was gathering information she’d wait for hours just to get the one piece she needed. Hanzo was the patient type from the start, but restlessness was not uncommon when he had nothing to occupy his time while he waited. Normally he meditated, or worked on his bow - this time he tried to sleep. 

But when he opens his eyes midway through the night, they flick to the woman still sitting in front of computer screens. She had a look in her eyes - a look he was deeply familiar with. After a moment he shifts, idly pulling a rolling chair over with his foot and sitting beside her. For a moment there’s only silence and the soft whirring of computers. He sees her lips open and close a couple times, her eyes never leaving the screen. When she does speak, she’s leaning back in her chair, a leg lifted to settle on it and her arm wrapped around it. 

“Do you ever just - REALIZE how alone you are?” She spoke more candidly then she had in a while, a fatigue in her eyes that she still keeps away from Hanzo, “Like there’s nothing else you can think about so you just…think about that.” 

A pause, “…more often then I would like.” 

She chuckles - short and dry and a just as tired, “at least I’m not the only one.” 

The silence lasts a couple moments longer. She looks at him, if only for a moment before looking away, “I’m glad you’re here, even if I don’t say it too often.” 

He says nothing in response, for a moment DOING nothing before he shifts out of his chair. His hand finds a place at her cheek, turning her face gently. She barely twitches in response, looking at him as if this was something she expected. He leans in without allowing the pause to last too long, pressing his lips to hers. It a languid sort of kiss - slow and deliberate and not trying to be anything more then it was. His other hand raises to anchor the other side of her face, her hand on his shoulder. 

She pulls away about the same time Hanzo does, slowly leaning away back into her seat. She lets out a little breath - one more relaxed and serene then before, letting herself lean her head back and close her eyes. He expected some witty retort, but it doesn’t come. She only seems content with the exchange alone. 

¿porque no los dos?

blows Sombra a kiss

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