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Wιdσωмαкεя (Aмέlιε)

@tearfuldeath

"Wнεи I ωαѕ α gιяl, I нαd α ƒεαя σƒ ѕριdεяѕ." {Sнιρѕ Wιтн Pяσρεя Sтσяч} {MV/AU} {Pαяσdч-ιѕн Wιdσω} {Wιlѕσи} {♡} {@MxnTears}

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

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

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

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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 +

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

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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 +

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

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

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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 +

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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 +