Widowmaker lay there strapped to her chair, a little bit lost in her thoughts. Your presence affected her greatly. It was almost if the whole transformation in this merciless killer she was now could be removed only by your presence.
Is that what normal people called......friendship?
or love?
She wasn't exactly sure when it came to you, surely you were not friends but also not lovers. She had been in love before....but with a man. Her golden eyes turned back to you. Widowmaker wasn't sure what to do with you, were you even strong enough to stay with her? What if she made a mistake and hurt you?
Her thoughts were cut short as the hold on her wrists loosened significantly. Glancing down she was surprised to see you working on her restraints.
What were you doing? Were you out of your mind?
She pressed her lips together in a thin line, unable to stop the expression from appearing on her face. Just what were you doing? Backstabbing her?
Widowmaker tensed up, readying herself to defend herself. Had you also been brainwashed by moira? She hoped not, the so free and youthful face from the day she had saved you still burned inside her mind. Something like you was a precious thing, something that had to be kept safe.
It was then when something in her finally clicked. She wanted that. She wanted to keep you safe.
The last restraint fell to the ground with a quiet noise and she watched you straighten up as her golden eyes fell on you. Were you scared or excited? She couldn't exactly tell.
Sitting up, she then slid down from the stool gracefully only to tower over you. ''Well cherie, let's go.''
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Hi, this is another voting.
Should the relationship between WM and the reader remain ......
.....platonic
.....romantic
???????
Please let me know!
(C.a won the last poll)
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