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Lena stretched, feeling her bones each pop. The lack of work they had gotten really was a shame, but with a thumbs up from her doctor, the excitable girl was ready to get back to running. She’d have to do quite a bit of work if she wanted to get involved in the small little marathon they would be holding in their area. It wasn’t for awards or anything, it was a charity event. Lena wanted to participate because she wanted to run to help out those less fortunate then her. If her swift steps could bring just a bit of good luck into someone’s life? Then she’s going to need new running shoes.

Another sigh rippled from her throat as she crouched, stretching her legs a bit more. After that, she’d start at a paced jog, and then really get to running. Lena readjusted her hoodie, feeling it’s pale yellow fabric stick to her before her face erupted into a grin. It’s going to be great feeling that nice burn in her legs again... 

And off she went      

      Unfortunately, it was only a few minutes into the jog when she ran into someone, being sent sprawling. Oops.

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Status: Accepting!

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Send “&” for a LOVING text.

{ text: Angel} : I feel as though you misunderstood what I said earlier

{ text: Angel} : When I say “I’m your Huckleberry”

{ text: Angel} : It means “I’m the man you’re looking for”

{ text: Angel} : Because you’ve always said you were looking for someone to love you

❛ But time makes you bolder      even children get older...  And I'm getting older too. ❜

                           ‘ now you don’t look like one of my regulars, sugar. ’  A tray is set before woman of barley lock and gentler features. Empty glasses of crystal sheen, the type that begged to be filled with amber prosper and smooth liquid smoke. Moxxi chuckles airily,  ‘  -- hell, you don’t look like any pandora native i’ve seen either.; you’re far too clean. ’  

           ❛ —   alright,  look ---  could you check out my arm?   I tried to arm wrestle road hog,  and,  well,  I THINK I might’ve broke something. ❜     a complete overreaction,  but it still felt like that.

                     ❝   you  should  be  more  careful  over  where  you  put  your    MEDICAL  RESEARCH  INFORMATION    ,  doctor.   ❞  oh,  all precaution  were  met.  she  isn’t  by  any  means  a  foolish  woman.  but  by  her  wonders,  came  grate    FALL    .  one  of  which  talon  had  all  the  means  to  bring,  and  take  whatever  was  left  for  their  own  deeds.  for  there,  in  his  possession,  was  not  just  documents  of  her  very  research.  but  the  very  samples  that  she  used  with  her  staff,  that  saved  so  many.  now,  it  will  be  used  differently.                      ❝  though,  i  suppose  my  superiors  would  thank  you.   ❞

       &  There was no feeling inside the rotten shell of the ONCE Gabriel Reyes, for how can the dead feel anything at all? FORGIVENESS.. is but a forbidden word that could never be spoken upon pale lips. It was but a WORD; ACTIONS are where someone’s true colors are either DAMNED or REDEEMED. There was no look of SADNESS or REGRET that ever trickled upon fair skin, eyes that only reflected the mistake he was. “How can a GOD ask forgiveness ? “ Voice roared like the sound of a train going through the tunnel.. it echoed. 

      &  His body standing tall & firm, darkness perched through the porcelain eyesockets. His Gloved claws coiled & uncoiled themselves, trying to retain the LITTLE HUMANITY that dwelled in the pit of his MIND. “ – what you have placed upon me… there is no such thing as forgiveness. “ His words were coated in hatred… hatred that was a spitting image of all the pain he’s burdened with. “ … … . .If I were you, I’d TROT back to your team.. before they wonder where the BRAVE LITTLE ANGEL went.” 

Send in a ❝❞ …

…and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

MIX OF FLUFF, ANGST, NSFW, LYRICS AS PHRASES, ETC.

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The morning sun kissed the eye-lids of Mccree, gently waking the cowboy from his most WONDROUS dream.  His unconscious mind played Jesse’s favorite movie, the one where he and Angela RESTED under a hibiscus tree, no words were spoken, no actions were taken, it was just the two of them holding hands with the blonde lovingly resting her head on his weary shoulders and her halo providing the cowboy with much-needed WARMTH.  

Once his vision was FREE of the just-waking haze, he remembered that reality wasn’t all that different from the dream world as Angela, his ANGEL was lying beside him with her pillowy fingers cushioning his abdomen.  By the looks of it, Mercy seemed to have still been in her own dream world, so Mccree felt it utterly SELFISH to wake her by getting up, nor did he really DARE leave her heavenly embrace, lest his heart dim into ashen again.  Instead, he simply leaned in, pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead and whispered with ABSOLUTE adoration and sincerity in his words aimed to caress her soul.

❝ I WANT to be  yours... ❞