off track from sombra
nonverbal / accepting !
@enlumaria , off track get lost with them.
“ i thought we were just going on a walk. “
“ we are ! “
amelie squints -- she was never great with directions -- but all of this looks like things she’s never seen. the last person the two of them had spotted was over an hour ago ! she doesn’t panic, there’s no reason to do that, but she lifts the big sunglasses from her face to get a better look at sombra. amelie finds herself getting distracted at the curve of sombra’s smile and swallows, frowning for a beat. her grey coat brushes against the back of her legs, nearly a real manifestation of the impatience she could have felt if she were someone else. if she were Her. she shakes her head. she’s no longer her, she tells herself.
hurry up, sombra ! this is no time for games. we need to make it to the extraction site.
that’s what she would have said, amelie knows. this isn’t a mission. sometimes it feels like widowmaker is still inside, swirling and insidious.
“ i think we’re lost, “ ame finally says, and the air of defeat to it is undeniable, “ don’t you think we’re lost ? “
she sighs, allowing herself to look up at the canopy of vibrant, green trees above them. it’s nice, even if it reminds her of a cage for some reason. she sinks down on a dirt path, hand automatically scrabbling for the first rock it comes in contact with. “ can’t you...i don’t know ? don’t you have built in gps ? “
sombra tilts her head back with her jingling laugh. “ sorry, arana. the connection is bad out here. “ sombra gestures to solidify her point.
amelie pauses again, brows pinching with concentration. her lips purse. it must be nice for sombra to see all that emotion flow across her face. she pats the ground next to her and hopes sombra will comply, brightening slightly when the other woman does so. amelie swallows hard.
“ can’t you hack a telephone pole ? oh...i don’t know -- if that sounds silly. i really don’t understand how any of this works. “ she doesn’t stare at the prongs in sombra’s head. she never asks about it: did it hurt ? how did you endure ? with all the changes amelie went through, she always wonders when she sees someone else who did, too. but she doesn’t ask because she would hate if someone asked her.
“ you worry too much, “ sombra says, letting her head hover around above amelie’s shoulder, seemingly testing the waters of her comfort. when amelie doesn’t freeze or flinch, sombra fully rests her head.
“ i do love you, you know. i mean -- “ amelie throws the rock from her hand and watches it thunk against the trunk of a tree across from them, “ i know widowmaker was never kind. but i know you watched out for me somehow. “ amelie’s alive today. she should thank sombra.
“ thank you. i mean that. “ she reaches for sombra’s hand with the one that once held the pebble, kissing the knuckles. she can almost see a reflection of her own childhood, how everyone was always so affectionate. amelie wants to be like that again. one step at a time. “ we can just walk back the way we came. no worries. “












