¿Mmm qué dices?

[vata]

Who| Sombra, Widowmaker, and a spooky, spooky ghost
What| sometimes you assume your best friend has no heart, and then you're wrong, so you have to apologize....sort of
Where| Talon Beach House™
When| post movie-night
Warnings/Notes|NA

She didn't know.

Or maybe she did— maybe she'd always suspected that Widowmaker carried more of Amélie Lacroix under her skin than she ever let on— picking at healed scars with curiosity in her every movement, eager to see if they'd bleed again. Sometimes even Sombra can't tell where her hunger for knowledge ends and the rest of her begins. She was shaped by it, lived by it, survived because of it...and nearly lost her neck for it, too.

Like Gabriel's starved hatred and Amélie's crippling programming, the truth of it is, she's as fragmented as the rest of them.

But she's also decidedly more grounded. Less scarred for her flaws, and she can tell when she's crossed the line as far as her partners are concerned: that the vulnerability and emotion she'd somehow stirred needs appeasing. They're not enemies, after all.

So Sombra turns up a little later, after having said goodnight to Lena and triple checking her defenses, slipping in through the back entrance with a small gift in hand from the Legion World cafeteria— boxed and wrapped with a holographic sticker of the Eiffel Tower. She'd have gone for ballet slippers but it seemed a little offensive considering the circumstances, and they don't make sniper rifle stickers, apparently.

What a waste.

"Ya llegué~." Called out as she toes the door shut behind her, listening in for any telltale signs of life as she makes her way through narrow halls towards the common room.

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[araignee_du_soir]

In all her travels, both before Talon finished her training and after, Mexico was one of the countries of conflict she was kept clear of. Whether it was because it was already in such disarray that it lacked the top value targets she was generally assigned to eliminate or because Talon's interests were better served through Sombra's cyber combat methods was beyond Amélie's scope of understanding. It made her wonder how accurate the Legion's recreation of Dorado was; if so then they had indeed created a relaxing place, even if she would've once considered it a tad bit too warm once upon a time.

"None of us are nice," she replied with a faint chuckle.

Yes, perhaps she should take some personal time and enjoy the fake bay, see if the water was to her liking. When had she last been swimming...

"Maybe I will shift the line closer to where you prefer to tread." That was even more of an impotent threat than Sombra's as Amélie's lines were very deep, well set, and unlikely to change without more neural conditioning. Tilting her head forward, she aided as much as she could in the plaiting of her long tresses, thumb idly rubbing just behind Sombra's ankle bone.

[vata]

It's relaxing, that gentle scuffing at her ankle. Unsurprisingly so, she realizes: Amélie had a reputation for how gracefully she could slip through any kind of contact— hostile or otherwise. Something natural to her now, but the question of whether or not that was always the case...

She wishes she could ask Jack without tipping her hand.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Said as she finishes tying off the end with the quick snap of a hairband falling into place, smoothing the tail down with her fingers.

There.

[araignee_du_soir]

With that finished, the thumb stilled upon Sombra's ankle as some of Amélie's weight shifted toward it when she leaned back just enough to tilt her head back and turn so she could catch the other woman's eyes.

"Are you so sure you do?" There was a faint warning in her tone, just enough to remind Sombra that despite Amélie's apathy and willingness to let Sombra get away with most of her antics, the hacker wasn't immune to her fangs. She was simply lucky it didn't take a lot to assuage her. She could only hope Sombra would be more mindful of her words should Gérard come up again.

"Perhaps I will ask for you to tend to my hair." A pause and a wrinkling of her nose. "Just none of those tiny braids along the side. They would look ridiculous on me." And she theorized they would hurt given how tight they would need to be in her fine hair.