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"Always told you they'd stop you from crying. The upside-down tears."

What would it take to get the prim and proper adjutant of the Organization under his thumb- writhing and pleading for pleasure? Xigbar finds out.

She hardly sleeps anymore.

The Realm of Darkness, with waves upon waves of endless night, was hardly conducive to anything even vaguely resembling a sleep schedule; and anyway, the hoards of heartless often made what rare occasions Aqua needed rest an impossibility to sate.

How long has it been now? 

Time blurs together in the Realm- she learned that quickly- yet, even so, the undeniable passage of time weighs heavily on her shoulder. How many days has it been? How many years? 

Do they even still...need me?

The passing thought washes over her as water on the beach; creeping upon her and seeping back out, leaving a lasting impression on the shores of her psyche.

With a wavering sigh, Aqua slumps to the ground- the bank of the same coast she keeps returning to; she’ll be safe here- for just a moment- as she regroups. Drawing her knees to her chest, the keyblade master hugs her arms tightly around her legs and rests a weary head upon them. This sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the absolute ache of her heart... these days the only company she seems to keep.

“Terra...” 

The name spoken from her lips, a taste so familiar and so foreign, cracks with her voice- tender from disuse and fatigue. 

“Terra, I’m so sorry... I want to be strong for you and for Ven, but- I don’t know if I can anymore. I’m so tired. I’m so-” A gasping sob takes her and she squeezes her eyes shut as hot tears begin to spill down her cheeks and onto her arm. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Either of you.”

With a sniffle, Aqua raises her head and brushes the tear droplets from her eyes. He wouldn’t want her to cry; even as children, Terra went out of his way to stop her from crying, and some of her favorite memories of the two of them involve his frantic attempts to stem her tears. In her mind, she can almost hear his gentle pleading with her to stop, almost feel the warmth and familiarity of him as he pulls her into an impossibly soft embrace and whispers his hushed reassurance to her. 

“...Okay.”

Human or Omnic, the loss of a loved one is a tragedy one cannot bear alone; Zenyatta calls on the Iris for closure.

15) trembling hands - Prey

It’s early afternoon wen the door bursts open and Danielle comes storming in, face crimson with rage. Standing and rushing to her side, Abigail takes Danielle in her arms, leading her gently to the bed, where the two of them sit; gingerly, Abigail takes the other woman’s hands in her own and strokes them gently with her thumbs.

“Danielle, your hands...they’re trembling.”

With a growl, Danielle snatches her hands back, crossing them tightly across her arms. 

“Khol had no right to ask the things he did- he- I- ugh” She flops back onto the bed and grabs one of Abigail’s pillows, pressing it to her face and groaning into it.

Jesse McCree challenges Hanzo to a duel while drunk; maybe he shouldn't have scheduled it for sunrise the following morning.