The word curled off her tongue in vehement tones, her eyes flashing even as their faces grew too close to focus. There was a sliver of her that hesitated, one that couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, the tenderness in Widowmaker's touch--
For her?
No. This moment wasn't about that. It wasn't about her, it was something more important. It was the trajectory of Amélie's life. Whatever this was between them came after figuring out this very crucial piece of the puzzle, and focus couldn't be drawn away prematurely.
So she tried again, wetting her lips. "This isn't about the Legion. It's not even about me. This is about you, Amélie, and you are more than just the weapon they wanted you to be. Do you know how I know that?"
Swallowing slowly, Marjara's fingers slid, from grasping the other woman's hand to her wrist, and gently. Gradually. Guiding it upwards until the tips of those blue fingers could brush against her throat. All without so much as taking her eyes off Amélie for a moment.
"Because if you do truly care for me...I know what a weapon's answer would be to that. You do, too."
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The word curled off her tongue in vehement tones, her eyes flashing even as their faces grew too close to focus. There was a sliver of her that hesitated, one that couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, the tenderness in Widowmaker's touch--
For her?
No. This moment wasn't about that. It wasn't about her, it was something more important. It was the trajectory of Amélie's life. Whatever this was between them came after figuring out this very crucial piece of the puzzle, and focus couldn't be drawn away prematurely.
So she tried again, wetting her lips. "This isn't about the Legion. It's not even about me. This is about you, Amélie, and you are more than just the weapon they wanted you to be. Do you know how I know that?"
Swallowing slowly, Marjara's fingers slid, from grasping the other woman's hand to her wrist, and gently. Gradually. Guiding it upwards until the tips of those blue fingers could brush against her throat. All without so much as taking her eyes off Amélie for a moment.
"Because if you do truly care for me...I know what a weapon's answer would be to that. You do, too."