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&  HOW  HE  LAUGHS  &  laughs  &  laughs  /  cackles ‘till that tongue could fall.  such a haunting melody  (  *  heed it in the dark of the night  )   &  ,  too ,  an extended one.  arms raise with spreading claws  &  all.  seconds rot  &  the tune still falls  —  &  then.  SILENCE.  what is preferred  :  that deafening howling or this roaring hush  ?  for now the fixation lies upon that vacant mask.

❛    i  trusted  you  …  once.   ❜    he begins with tone so eerily.    ❛    &  i  became  this  thing.     ❜    the words fall from lines one by one ,  mere traces of abhorrence inside every change of cadence.  the air  —  how it tightens at the sound  &  how it tightened when his figure was trapped within the rubble  &  ash.  the PAIN.  oh ,  the struggle to breathe  !  he blinks himself into reality  &  here arrives the SNARL  :     ❛   why  should  i  EVER  believe  you  ?   ❜

He hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him for postponing his visit for so long. Helping Zenyatta around the monastery had become such a focus of his that he forgot to even write back to the woman who gave him this second life. Guilt ate away at him as he stepped quietly down the hallway towards the infirmary he had been directed to. Maybe in this kind of meeting place, he would be spared whatever minor anger she might hold.

     “Angela! It is quite hard to follow directions in       German but I have found you!”

|| 100 randoms ||  --- accepting

Clutching onto the present in her hands, Tracer grinned brightly at the doctor -- her cheeks turning a shade of red as her Chronal Accelerator glowed brightly in parallel to her excitement. 

“Aw, love,” she laughed, smile growing wider ( any wider and it was going to split her face ) as she bounced on her heels and hugged the nicely wrapped box to her chest, “you shouldn’t have! And I didn’t think you forgot!”

Overwatch had way too many members for them to throw a birthday party for each one -- each month there was an appointed date where they would throw a party for all those members who had a birthday that month though, to make sure they felt appreciated. That party was a week from now.

So it was a big surprise that Mercy would give her a present early -- she wasn’t even expecting one in the first place! It still meant a lot to Lena that Angela actually took the time to pick out a gift just for her and to give it on her birthday instead of at the joint party.

If she could just -- yep. Yep. Nope. No. Shite.

Tracer hissed through her teeth, clutching her left arm into it’s socket. The pain was unbearable; hot, searing pain shooting through it -- enough to make it feel numb and hang limp at her side. She couldn’t even move her fingers no matter how hard she tried. Panic rose in her chest and she was beginning to feel herself drown, barely able to steady her own breathing.

( It would be better if -- she chopped it off herself. ) 

“Mercy, love,” she grimaced, digging her nails into her shoulder; the words stuck in her throat and what came out was muffled by her gritted teeth, “I just.” She exhaled shakily, sweat beading down her forehead. “I need something. Painkillers.” Morphine. “For the pain.”

She knew the request was ridiculous. Anyone who looked at her would see there was nothing wrong. That she was alright. Except she wasn’t, and she didn’t know how to explain it. How was she supposed to explain the pain of a lost limb when technically it was still attached to your body?

( The explosion caught her off guard; she tried to Blink away, but she wasn’t fast enough -- a metal sheet had sliced her arm off and she screamed and Recalled and -- )