#queue fall down

@angilc

The Good Doctor had always been known to overwork herself and despite everyone’s best efforts, there was no stopping her from slaving over her papers, and her research. These were her best attempts at solving problems that may never have solutions. She refused to believe that so, so she searched and searched and searched for possible solutions until she was sitting at her desk, shoulders aching from her hunched position, her head resting in both hands while her breathing remained shallow in frustration.

As Hana approached, she nearly stood, ready to put on her Doctor’s facade. The guise of which she hid behind for her patients. She had never had much contact with Hana –assuming the only reason she would come to her would be for some injury– but as she slid the little paper flower into her hair, the doctor’s eyes slid shut a moment.

She took in a deep breath, crystalline eyes reopening to meet that of Hana’s, a small smile pulling at her lips.

_               “thank you.” _

She murmured,   her fingertips lifting to gingerly graze the folded paper.

_               “you made this for me? i’m honored.”_

Hana noticed more things than people ever gave her

c r e d i t

for. And one of the things she had noticed was that Dr. Ziegler overworked herself to a

d a n g e r o u s

point. And her own busy work was origami. Normally, she made paper stars. She had a large jar a

t h i r d

of the way full of them. But she decided that today she wanted to try something different. It took an hour or two before she

f i n a l l y

managed to make a reasonable rose. And with a grin, she formed the plan of giving it to the doctor. Sometimes having something

p r e t t y

around made you feel

b e t t e r .

She approached the doctor, suddenly feeling a little

s t u p i d .

They didn’t know each other, beyond a passing recognition, but here she was,

“I uh… I make things.” She admitted, now playing with her fingers. “I thought you’d like the flower…” Hana felt almost certain she was making a complete

f o o l

“Didn’t know you cared so much, Azul.”

A quiet snicker made its way up her sore throat and was immediately followed by a fit of coughing and her burrowing into the duvet with renewed vigour. TALON really turned up their AC’s much too much.

After a bit of shivering in the covers, she glanced over at the sniper.

“Do you get sick too?”

“I don’t know.” Amelie admitted, settling the hot water bottle in Sombra’s 

b l a n k e t c o c o o n . 

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS PT. 1Status - Accepting

@defensedva​

[text to: Conejita] Are you after sympathy or distraction?

[text to: Conejita] because I’m currently not wearing much and may have been watching through your old streams and thinking of what I could do to you.

SEND ONE TO SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS  /  SOFT EDITION.Status - Accepting!

@defensedva[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

Fareeha was sat on the floor in a common area, attempting to figure out her

c r o c h e t

project. She’d taken up the hobby as a way to keep her hand busy and keep her

o u t

of the training rooms all the time, only it was

t e r r i b l y

difficult. At first, she hadn’t felt the touch to her hair. It was down and she was

f o c u s e d

on her project. But then she felt it and twisted, raising an

e y e b r o w

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS PT. 1Status - Accepting

@defensedva​

[text to: Tiny and Fierce] NO! DO NOT DO IT HANA!

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS PT. 1Status - Accepting

@defensedva​

[text to: Conejita] WHAT HAPPENED!?

Anglea, like so many other people, wore something to cover her wrists, to keep the name of her soulmate from people who didn’t need to know it. Angela’s cover of choice were a pair of gloves. She was careful when switching them for patients, choosing darker colored latex gloves, but she wore the gloves all the time. She knew the name on her wrist, almost as well as she knew her own.

Fareeha.

It was beautiful, and Angela had spent more than one night wondering what Fareeha looked like, what movies she liked, if they would even get along.

Angela was sent to help out a private security company out of Egypt called Helix. She hadn’t really expected much to come from it - she was just supposed to make sure as many as possible made it out alive. She had arrived too late to really get to know everyone’s names, but she knew she would recognize them by the armor that they wore.

The mission was, fortunately, a success, but Angela was far too tired to leave now. She had a few more days before she was scheduled to leave and sight-seeing could be fun…

One of the soldiers, a woman with a tattoo under her eye, came over to Angela, a friendly smile on her face. Angela smiled and faced her, glad she had yet to change out of her Valkyrie armor now that she saw that the soldier was still in her Raptora armor.

“We did not get a chance to meet before the mission began. My name is Angela Ziegler. I’m glad the mission was a success.”

Fareeha was unsociable, that’s what everyone said. She 

f r o w n e d 

too much, and gave off a scary air to those around her. But she was

d e t e r m i n e d

not to be that person any more. So when she heard news of a new Doctor joining them, she decided it would be best to try and

b e f r i e n d

her. Which is why she approached, once they were clear. She hadn’t quite managed a

s m i l e ,

but she was doing her best not to frown. Until she heard the other woman’s name.

A n g e l a .

Just as she read every morning after waking, and every night before sleep.

“Fareeha Amari, Ma’am.” In her recovery of her mental facualties, Fareeha had

d e f a u l t e d

SEND 💋+ A NUMBER TO KISS MY MUSE!Status - Selectively Accepting

@askifwehaveavocados13. On the jawline.

Killain hummed, smiling down at the woman

c u d d l e d