#sunnysidemuses

Aeron stepped out of the locker room, wearing her training gear, as she entered the gym. As she began towards her usual area, she passed an Overwatch team member she had become used to seeing around... and hadn’t talked to yet.

Brigitte Lindholm. Aeron had been silently enamored with her from the day she first saw her, but had never had the guts to go up and strike up conversation with her...

Today, though, she was starting to feel like she should change that.

C’mon, Aeron, it’s not that hard... Just go up to her and start talking to her! How bad can it turn out?

Taking a deep breath, Aeron walked over to the bench presses where Brigitte was lifting weights, setting down at an adjacent bench and just... sitting there for a moment before properly greeting her.

“Because you’re hurt, Doc.”

Doctor Ziegler had been severely injured during a mission, but fortunately, Aeron had managed to get her to safety before she lost consciousness. When Doctor Ziegler woke up in the infirmary back at base, Aeron was there, watching over her.

@sunnyside-muses

“Hyah!”

With one final blow, Aeron knocked out her opponent, standing above them proudly, a bit smug.

As she exited the arena, she accepted the glass of water from Dr. Ziegler, taking a sip.

     ♋𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑎𝑡;;– ‘ I didn’t say you could-- Ugh whatever. ‘

     Karkat closed the door behind him, a heavy sigh escaping him as he just watched Dave pace around his room. He wondered what his brother did that could have been so bad. Then again, Striders were still practically an absolute mystery to him. He knew he would have to ask-- Much as he was unsure that he should.

The nickname is a little startling, but she’s glad she managed to not ham her teammate too badly. She had to be prepared for anything, even if that meant stepping out of her comfort zone to do hand to hand combat.

Robin huffed, falling back into position. Sparring was something she had done before when she was younger, but the isolation of the forest that past decade had made her skills rusty. She couldn’t be the quiet sharpshooter forever.

     🔆𝒩ℴ𝓁𝒶;;– There weren’t other people on her team left to jump through to her little planet. Yet there was someone, right by what was left of her overly constructed home. Approaching, the maid of light got a quick glance over of the stranger, not that she got an entire read on them.