"I act nothing like her. That farm was a gift." x.com/DeathBecomeYou…

" . . . " She's debating visiting her husband's grave today.

Hot. The perfect word to describe the summer night. The sun had vanished from view and instead was replaced by the full moon illuminating +

the streets. Widowmaker walked down those streets, carrying no weapons on her person. Tonight she had no murderous intent or objective, +

instead was fulfilling a task that was personal. In her hand, she clutched a single rose; The thorns carefully shaved away to pacify it. +

She payed the heated night no mind as she continued throughout the streets. The air was better described as muggy and humid, devoid of any +

dryness in the nearby areas. The soft buzzing of mosquitoes, thirsty for healthy blood, could be heard all around. However, none targeted +

the lone woman. Her skin was blue and cold, and her blood unfit for being stolen by their sharp noses. Still, if one neared, Widow would +

briefly kill it with an aggressive sway of her hand. After a while of walking, she approached a cemetery, stopping only to briefly read +

the overhead arch's sign. Her husband lies here... Stepping through the Gothic arch, she continued over to a lone tombstone. Moving her +

hand away from her hip, she let the rose fall from her palm and onto the dirt below. She continued to stare at the grave for a few moments +

even taking the time to brush off the top of the warm stone and trace her blue fingers over the carved words. Her lips barely parted as +

mumbled her next few words. "Adieu, ma chérie ..."

{♡} I keep double sending DM's because of Tweetdeck lag-

"Maybe it's Maybelline."

"Talon didn't change who I am. They simply opened the potential I never knew I had."

"Disgusting..."

"Doomfist me, Daddy." {♡} Why did I do this???

"The huntress moves throughout the night. ...For a drink."

"One learns to calm themselves after experiencing the same nuisance. In good time people adapt." x.com/OverwatchHxcke…