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legionworld2017-09-09 08:11 pm
araignee_du_soir) wrote in legionworld2017-09-09 08:11 pm
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But I know the truth. The moment they kill... [CLOSED]
Who| Widowmaker and Sombra
What| Talon being Talon with a side of evil bonding
Where| beach house
When| Right after 'Resistance is Futile'
Warnings/Notes| talk of death and glorification of murder, insane plans, handsiness and possibly more (will edit if necessary)
Amélie had been stoic as usual once she had been extracted from the enemy base separate from the rest of the team. She maintained that through her debriefing, answering only what she was asked, and quietly endured the standard medical check to assess the scrapes, bruises and a sore elbow she sustained during the mission. It was as though nothing of note had happened with her. Yet, underneath the surface, a unique sensation coursed through her. It was a buzzing energy that had been missing for far too long, that left her incredibly restless, mind whirling in many directions as she made her way back to the beach house.
The scent of ozone from the blown generators and the unique tang that clung to recently fired guns lingered in the air as she entered and moved through the main area to her own room. There she deposited Widow's Kiss and her spare ammunition on her bed unceremoniously before stripping of her stained clothing. Amélie could heard Sombra physically around - which was quite relieving - as she disappeared to properly bathe.
Once finished and donning what was essentially the futuristic version of yoga pants and a sports bra, Amélie stared at her own reflection in the mirror. A pleased smile curved her lips as she rolled her neck slowly. Her hands gripped the sink tighter and her nostrils flared, head turning toward where she could hear her hacker teammate. It had been so long; she didn't want to let this sensation go too soon. Much like a drug addict that had been going through withdrawal, the rush of having talked their way into getting a fresh hit was intense and Amélie wanted to make the most of it while she could. To revel and bask in the moment when, for a few seconds, all was right in her world.
And that was what had Amélie pull her hair back messily and walk right into Sombra's room where the hacker was working on something digital. Without any warning, she slid her palm up Sombra's head, pushing the violet locks up to expose the cybernetics at the back of her skull. Amélie leaned forward to catch her nails lightly on the other woman's knuckles while she typed out whatever she was, then tilted her head down. Cool breath was felt across the bare skin between Sombra's augmentations just before nose and lips brushed over it, followed by a brief grazing of teeth.
"I love the feeling of fresh blood upon my hands."
What| Talon being Talon with a side of evil bonding
Where| beach house
When| Right after 'Resistance is Futile'
Warnings/Notes| talk of death and glorification of murder, insane plans, handsiness and possibly more (will edit if necessary)
Amélie had been stoic as usual once she had been extracted from the enemy base separate from the rest of the team. She maintained that through her debriefing, answering only what she was asked, and quietly endured the standard medical check to assess the scrapes, bruises and a sore elbow she sustained during the mission. It was as though nothing of note had happened with her. Yet, underneath the surface, a unique sensation coursed through her. It was a buzzing energy that had been missing for far too long, that left her incredibly restless, mind whirling in many directions as she made her way back to the beach house.
The scent of ozone from the blown generators and the unique tang that clung to recently fired guns lingered in the air as she entered and moved through the main area to her own room. There she deposited Widow's Kiss and her spare ammunition on her bed unceremoniously before stripping of her stained clothing. Amélie could heard Sombra physically around - which was quite relieving - as she disappeared to properly bathe.
Once finished and donning what was essentially the futuristic version of yoga pants and a sports bra, Amélie stared at her own reflection in the mirror. A pleased smile curved her lips as she rolled her neck slowly. Her hands gripped the sink tighter and her nostrils flared, head turning toward where she could hear her hacker teammate. It had been so long; she didn't want to let this sensation go too soon. Much like a drug addict that had been going through withdrawal, the rush of having talked their way into getting a fresh hit was intense and Amélie wanted to make the most of it while she could. To revel and bask in the moment when, for a few seconds, all was right in her world.
And that was what had Amélie pull her hair back messily and walk right into Sombra's room where the hacker was working on something digital. Without any warning, she slid her palm up Sombra's head, pushing the violet locks up to expose the cybernetics at the back of her skull. Amélie leaned forward to catch her nails lightly on the other woman's knuckles while she typed out whatever she was, then tilted her head down. Cool breath was felt across the bare skin between Sombra's augmentations just before nose and lips brushed over it, followed by a brief grazing of teeth.
"I love the feeling of fresh blood upon my hands."
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Amélie's words were muffled against Sombra's neck, the hand on her stomach sliding upwards a bit before she withdrew it. She was a bit reluctant to do so, but it was necessary for her to shift around Sombra, planting her backside on the desk before her partner. A bare foot was set on the chair's arm rest, and she used it as a brace, leaning forward to take the hacker's face in both hands. Gently. Softly. Carefully. Thumbs smoothing over eyebrows.
"I like you here. In reach."
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She isn't. Sombra knows that already, even as Amélie's thumb slides along the trimmed arch of her brow. Violet eyes sliding upwards, carefully taking in the sight of her companion's backlit silhouette against a faint violet glow. A stockpile of collected electronics, all repurposed and repaired - even after the disaster.
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A low chuckle rose from her throat, barely heard, as Amélie slid forward to settle down upon Sombra's lap, straddling the woman as she sat in her chair. One hand slid down to rest on the hacker's neck while the other stayed where it was. Amélie leaned in close, very close, and murmured, "You do know that your heart rate speeding while you are near me is normal, oui?"
Using Sombra's own words against her...
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"Cute."
Because like this? Amélie clearly thinks she is. Cute, and clever, and every bit as alluring as the rumors about her would imply— but those that whisper their grim stories about the assassin they'd seen don't know the truth about who she used to be. Who she is now.
That, at least, is a luxury Sombra intends to keep for herself.
"You should kill people more often."
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"I have missed this... the buzzing in my veins, satisfaction so deep and thorough that nothing comes close to comp--" She didn't let that sentence finish, cutting herself off. Leaning in, her nose brushed lightly against Sombra's, and she hummed a low, throaty almost purring sound.
"Now, are you going to give me what I want, or am I going to have to take it?"