#thegravecannotholdme

A moment of peace wasn’t entirely part of the plan. She knew that someone would waltz right into her lab, wanting something from the Irishwoman. However, the last thing she expected to tickle her ears was his questionable tone. For a moment she continued to do her work, swirling around a vial filled with an unknown substance before finally ceasing the rotation of her wrist. 

She wanted to be satisfied with her work before she fully applied her attention to Gabriel. The soft clank of the vial touching the table would spark her to turn and cross her right arm across her thin stomach.

“I am glad you could visit me.” Both her eyebrows are now up. This gave her a rather curious expression across her visage. Her other hand moves upward, making a minor gesture at nothing in particular. “I am not entirely sure what you are saying, Reyes.” 

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

In terms of people she actually really liked? Probably D.VA

Out of pure attractiveness? Probably Zariya or Widowmaker

💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand?

Maybe once.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Lena makes her move as he is about to make the corner for the pub. She snatches the wallet from his pocket and bolts. Few have kept up with her before, as she tries to race for the crowded streets. She can loose him there. Crashing straight into one of the officers patrolling the streets as she jolts around the last corner to freedom.

It becomes quickly evident of her crime when she drops the wallet and she’s lifted from her feet by the back of her own hoodie, kicking and screaming. Lena kicks the officer exactly where it hurts, bolting back the way she came. She crashes into Reyes just as he has caught up, glancing upwards with wide fearful eyes.

She can’t run from two adults, and takes another desperate risk. Lena latches onto Reyes’s hoodie and begins to cry, enough she hopes it will rise some sympathy within the stranger. Lena hides behind Reyes’s leg, when the officer makes his way down the alley once he recovered.

“Is this your daughter?” The officer is clearly beyond furious, Lena latches tighter. His assumption gives her a better idea. “I just wanted an icecream daddy!” She cries, in between small hiccups and sobs.  The stranger is silent, glances upon her before he claims she is. Once more the officer glares, reprimanding her behavior and storming off.

Lena glances from behind Reyes, quickly letting go once she’s sure the officer is gone. All of the waterworks stop immediately.

Silence engulfed the enclosed space afterwards. Not a single bullet from his shotguns or Reaper’s unsettling laugh reappeared. A minute drifted pass, turning quickly to several. Only silence, and on guard, she had begun searching the space. If he’d been hunting her, Reaper was taking his time.

Tracer only realizes he had not dodged as she had when she trips over the body, she had not spotted him, cloaked in black in the dark. Realizing he had been hit by the oncoming train took several moments, he had always seemed as untouchable as she had been.

Cautiously, she nudges him with her foot, he does not move. She kneels, slowly, and finds the separation between his collar and the hood pulled over his head. Tracer is uncertain if he is even alive, he had always seemed to be a ghost. But phantoms do not bleed, he is as human as the rest of them. That means he surely has vitals, if the impact hadn’t killed him.

Finding his pulse is difficult when she presses two fingers against the exposed part of his throat, trying to remember exactly where Angela had once told her one was supposed to check. Eventually she finds it, weak, but a sign of life nonetheless.

Tracer stands at a crossroads, Finishing him off would be the wise thing to do, but she isn’t a killer. Neither can she leave him for the next train to come along and finish the job the first one had.

Her guns are sheathed with a heavy sigh, glancing around. There is a small maintenance room near them, it does not contain an exit, but it is a safe refuge. Already she is exhausted, it takes a reasonable effort to drag him off the tracks, breaking away the maintenance room lock and getting him inside the small space. He’ll be fine there, once he wakes. Lena doesn’t want to stick around until he does.

Tracer doesn’t get the opportunity to leave quickly, barely conscious he calls to her, those words alone freeze her in place. Just ten minutes before he had been trying to kill her, his request for her to stay makes her both cautious and suspicious, but not refusing outright.

good god