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Regardless of the words, leaving his lips -- rest was far away. Even though Alastair was tired, mentally and physically, he was not one to simply rest. His mind was always running, whether it was the events of the day or other matters that troubled him day in and day out. He watched the knight carefully as she went through the motions of assisting him. 

The Knight Commander’s blue eyes closed as his face was greeted with the fabric’s touch. His eyes remained shut for a few moments prior to opening again as she spoke into silence of the room. He nodded to her, looking down for a moment. 

SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT | @herguile 

The Widowmaker leans against the damp wall of a London alley, well within earshot of another figure. 

  Kassandra kept her gaze leveled to watch the woman that she pinned against the tree bark to see if her rough demeanor caused any damage or injuries to her. Once she has redemmed her as safe and sound with no scratch on her body Kassandra slowly straightened her posture slowly lowering her forearms to let the woman breathe for once. 

  “Kassandra, my name is Kassandra and you’re welcome. Many travelers cross these parts of the woods ignring the small signs we placed that their tresspassing into training grounds for the soldiers.” She explained as she slowly took a few steps to now be to the woman’s side.

   He slinks on past the doors without resistance, drifting beneath them light as air and making note how lacking the museum was of people. Even with whispers of the resurging Overwatch forces people still did not bother to come and reminisce the achievements of those who had helped end a world war between man and machine. 

  Reaper cannot blame them.

   Though what he is there for was not something shown to the public. Not everything that was considered a relic of the good guys could be set out so obviously. Reaper still knew exactly where to find it anyways. They may not openly display the item of interest but Sombra could track anyone, and anything, down. 

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       IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME SHE’S BEEN SHOT – oh, she wishes it wouldn’t be the last either. something tells her it is – tells her she’s bitten off more than she can chew for the last time. it’s unfortunate that she comes to her ultimate end this way – she figured she’d accomplish more even though she’d accomplished a good amount; made a name for herself. she thought she’d get to have her own family – aside from the one she formed herself – a family made of blood && love that she could call her own so truly.

        there’s an emptiness she feels as she lays on the ground – thrown backward as the shot rings out but not before she took out her killer with the last bullet she’d ever fire. 

       her blood is warm as it pools around her but not warmer than the woman’s arms who hold her – lift her up, pull her close. that closeness she’d always craved throughout her life but was seldom given to her && god now she wishes she wouldn’t have been so stupid && prideful to not ask for it by name; ask to be held like she wanted to, ask for the emotional attention she never got. 

      she can feel her regrets pilling up but red eyes just stare up at the woman holding her – a smile starting to tug at those plump crimson lips now. hand raises, covered in her own blood && places softly against marletta’s face fingers dancing as well as they could across her skin there. 

      her visage is taken in for the last time.

      ❝ don’t you worry none – i’ll be fine… ❞

      she won’t – she knows that. she couldn’t regain the amount of blood she’d lost already even if she were healed now. it was too late. 

      ashe knows if she moves it’ll just make her death quicker – she knows how it is, she’s seen death already; she’s taken life by her own hands && she’s seen her men taken from her. but she does it anyway – one last bit of something so she doesn’t feel like she didn’t take one last chance when she could – && she shifts, with a painful grunt, just to press her lips to the other woman’s. it’s passionate, clingy like she doesn’t want it to end but it does as her body falls back into her arms on its own, losing the strength to keep her up.

      ❝ my keys…they’re on my belt. ya gotta promise t’take care a’ bob – take care a’ the gang. they’re….they’re gonna…need someone. ❞

      one last thing given – && eyes begin to tear up, squinting as the world begins to blur as though she’s trying so hard to just keep that beautiful face in her vision until the end.

      it’s cold. so cold.

      she can’t feel her warmth any longer – back to the coldness she knew all her life. && for the first time – voice so soft, so rough as though she’s fighting just to speak – she utters what she never had the courage to in her entire life but she doesn’t have to face the consequences anymore.

      ❝ i love you, marletta… ❞

      && her hand falls from the other woman’s cheek, her body limp as her head lulls back in her arms && her eyes fall closed with the most beautiful image burned into them for her last little memory as everything fades to black.