𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙

❛ Go on, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 — nobody will 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 you ❜

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

〚 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞. 〛
【𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 • 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 • 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 】

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

Ten years and I’m still the best shot.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

Pharah’s birthday?

Another round of ammunition clicks into place.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah 𝑵𝒐𝒏. You are going to take the armour off and meet me on the throne.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

You’re banished from the Crimson Court. @CallSignPharah.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@GlitchPlease69 Ugh. Yes?

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

Ew.

[Fareeha Amari @CallSignPharah]

My past comes in many forms and half of them are hitscans.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — thumped uncontrollably, threatening to push past her chest. She quietly slipped from the bed, careful to not disturb the other, and walked back to the — now ruined — bathroom to take an ice cold shower.

It was starting.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — unspoken challenge. With meticulous precision, Amélie’s fingers entwined with the set brushing against the old sweater. They guided Fareeha’s hand away. In fact, guided them lower… to a delicate spot on the inner thigh. Close. Just a finger’s length out of reach.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — empty stage to the sound of an applause. Twirling as the applause thundered… and thundered… and thundered, louder and louder until the sound of an ear-piercing bullet shot the lone dancer dead.

Amélie’s eyes flew open.

That notoriously slow heart rate was manic. It —

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — second hand snaked around the back of Fareeha’s neck, closing down the proximity between their lips until the only room left was in a dangerous kiss.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — took a step back, bumping into the overcrowded vanity. The products fell from the sink, scattering around their feet and making room for the two to find purchase. The wicked seductress kept her soft hand atop the calloused and rough hand, steering it higher together. The —

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah This wasn’t an invitation. This was the making of another war. The heated and explosive sought that left one solider victorious and the other (appropriately) bruised, defeated and wallowing in their sins.

Those sharp, predatory eyes held Fareeha’s gaze, acknowledging the —

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah You only look good because you’re standing next to me.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah “So do you.” The Spider challenged in a salacious, little whisper that was spoken from the devil’s tongue.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah — the vanity. Almost.

“Just as this looks better on me.”

It was Fareeha’s favourite sweater — oversized and covered with some sort of foolish slogan. Honestly, Amélie would’ve burned this first before even touching it.

[𝓐. 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒙 @PoisedAssassin]

@CallSignPharah It was always like this between them. The sort of tension that slowed time, that sucked the air out of the room until they both suffocated. It was a dangerous dance but it was 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 dance. Amélie leant slightly back as Fareeha advanced, her body almost pressed flush to —