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𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲: ⚜ (𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚁) ：// ＡＣＣＥＰＴＩＮＧ．

A drink in hand, Widowmaker had been trying to ignore an irksomely persistent suitor. Her words seemed wholly ineffective against his eager to please manner, and like some lost animal, refused to leave.

Though she might have spurred him on at first and it was possible that she had implied a certain outcome. Still. 

Her gaze wandered away from him, surveying the crowd as he continued his incessant babbling. As he went on and on, she made her move, and not so subtly slid her arm around someone else in a suit. 

Fully turning away from him, she tried to look interested in her new partner’s conversation. Or at the very least an attempt was made. Until she actually managed to get a good luck and recoiled back.

                         ( MEMORY MEME : RELATIVE )

          ❝ As always, you are disappointing. Inheriting the Eris blood… rather, inheriting the blood of your prodigy father and myself, why could you not even stop this level of attack? ❞ 

          despondence paints across the blank face belonging to that of her mother. golden strands gleam within this dimly lit dojo, eyes akin to her very own brimming with a lackluster gaze whilst drilling through the petite figure sprawled across the floor, having been beaten mercilessly moments ago with only a few slashes of her wooden sword. slender is the limb which raises her weapon, polished wood awaiting the rise of the trainee that contorts an expression of ridicule upon porcelain features. muscles tense as the child lifts herself from hardened flooring, bruises having already begun to form across pale features and thin arms from each day prior, preparing for the onslaught that is to begin yet again. a single foot slides back, the harsh cracks of their mock weaponry sounding throughout the halls of the manor… once, twice — ah, but there is no third parry to these swift slashes.

          ❝ … your swings are monotonous and slow. ❞

          delicate wrist flicks in fluent motion, the piercing slap sounding once more as it hits its mark. agony shoots through the frail arm that falls limp, azure eyes widening. for, upon second glance to the left appendage now dangling at her side does she realize it is broken. bone obviously shattered, the tendon throbbing in anguish of the freshly acquired wound. lips trembled whilst she nearly gives out an involuntary shriek. none comes to fruition before the elder woman bashes the pointed tip against her young visage. thuds echo, ricocheting across the walls as her tiny physique sprawls across hardwood. blood begins to trickle down the curves of her left cheek, eyes lifting to barely peer into pools of utmost repugnance from the mother that glowers down on her.

“-W-What the --” Did that woman just ...blink out of existence?! Oh wait, no. There she is, a few feet away. - No, no. That isn’t normal either, was this some sort of semblance? Or perhaps something much more out of this world ..Either way, it caused Weiss to let her jaw hang open in shock just ever so slightly and be utterly in awe.

“Excuse me!” in a desperate bid to grab the taller woman’s attention before she could zip off again, Weiss runs after her, heels clicking against the concrete path.

     He must have been running for quite some time before he was finally able to catch his breath, the collapsed building and its rubble long behind him now. Of course, that hadn’t been his fault, but who was to say any of the other buildings wouldn’t come down? To him, the entire Sector was a death trap — one that he was sure to leave as soon as he could.

     It was easier to run without the heavy metal of a real sword and shield on his back. The danger of defending himself hadn’t been as taxing as he presumed it to be in a city like this, full of gangs and crashing buildings.

     Link had run all the way back to where he learned his housing was, deep in a place called District Gamma; though it was desolate and dark, it was at least not an immediate danger to his person. 

     Against the wall of one of the buildings nearest to the entryway, he let himself slump down and catch his breath, thought he kept his eyes on the furthest reaches of his vision, too alert to fully rest.

Happiness Headcanon

Sunny used to have a really intense interest in pro wrestling. Nowadays, he just casually likes it. 

Body Headcanon