I love wings! Y'all get me on this blog. (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=) —&mda

I love wings! Y'all get me on this blog. (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=) ———— “Flying is weird.” “I totally agree! Well, to a degree.” Lena halfheartedly chuckled, leaning her arms against the back of a chair. “It’s kinda hard to explain, but, I guess, it’s kinda like swimming for you guys? I mean, it’s still exercise.” You gesture around. “It’s not like I can fly forever.” “They seem like a lotta work” McCree points at your wings. He gets a scolding look from Ana for coming off as intrusive. “A little,” You chuckle to assure that it’s fine, “it’s probably like having really, really long hair. Extra grooming and vulnerability and whatnot.” You hear Tracer let out a small giggle. Something that felt like she was planning something. “I’m curious.” Tracer starts, “If we were to race, who’d ya think would win?” You could see the pure mischief in her eyes. ____________ “GO!” McCree fires his gun in the air and the two of you take off, speeding to the finish. He raises his hat partially, to get a better view of the sky. You were already far beyond sight. He sighs, deciding that a roof near the end would be a good vantage point to watch this go down. _________ All Hanzo wanted was to go out on his roof and meditate. Why were there people on his roof? “Ah, hello?” He was hesitant to speak at first. His question coming off as more confused than anything. “Oh, hello.” Ana rang back, “You’ve come to watch as well?” “….Watch…?” He took a moment to check his surroundings, noticing a few others sitting on adjacent buildings. His head snaps to a noisy McCree, who was hollering at something passing on the ground, the familiar sound of violent wind approaching. He steps back, just in time for you to swoop past him, carrying a strong gust behind you. It almost feels as though times slows as you pass, leaving him feeling out of breath. The excitement around him makes him realize the slight trance he was in. Moving to the the edge of the building, his eyes land on the small group below. __________ “I would’ve won, if I didn’t have to fly against the wind for half of it!” You argue between breaths, raising your goggles off your eyes. “You shouldn’t of been so sure of you’re self then.” Lena taunted back at you. “You know what you have to do now!” “Orisa!” You near whine. “I apologize, but Miss Oxton crossed the line first.” She hands you both water, her eyes twisting to further show her empathy. You sigh, thanking her for the drink, and sulk over to Tracer. “Okay, I’m at your service, I guess.” She jumps and thrusts a fist into the air, letting out a excited cheer. She settles down slightly, clasping her hands together, and takes a moment to think. “Oooooooo~! What do I want?” ________ He approaches, curiously, the sound of Lena becoming clearer as he gets closer. Is she listing things? That’s what it sounds like. You don’t seem too happy about it either way. In fact, it seems that the longer the list, the more distraught you become. Hanzo’s eyes lock with hers. “Ah, or Hanzo!” You straighten up a bit and turn to see him; he feels a bought of anxiety flush up through his stomach from the attention. One of your wings twitch as you quickly turn to Lena and whisper something to her. She laughs, and grabs your shoulder, using her other hand to gesture to him. She’s saying something that makes you cover your face with your hand. You turn and face him, seeming determined and slightly flustered. Your wings stay stiff as you move in front of him, trying your best to give off an air of confidence. “Hey, I, uh,” and there goes that confidence. You rub your hands together and lean on your heels. “So, ya see, I lost this bet.” He doesn’t like where this is going, and the nervous chuckle makes him want to leave the conversation right then and there. “And now I gotta do all this crazy stuff for Lena. But, I was hoping you could do me a solid-” “A solid?” He forgets if he’s ever heard that term before. “A solid.” Your talking fairly fast at this point, trying to get the words out before the nerves could stop you. “See, she says I don’t have to do all of that stuff if you agree to help me with something.” You take a breath. He stands, not sure what to do with his hands, and feels his stomach twist slightly. “Go out with me.” “What….?” Your face is red, but serious, and it takes him a moment to process your statement. He feels his own face warm up. He turns his head away from you, crossing his arms. ‘Yes.’ “No.” “Wait, no! Please, it doesn’t have to be a real date!” Your wings spread out in defense, and you raise your hands. “It can totally be fake, like we’re hanging out!” “…..no….” Why was he saying no? He didn’t really know. He wanted to say yes. He wanted it to be a real date. His impulse just forced him away, shoving him deeper into an abyss he did not want to be in. Your feathers rustle a bit, your face showing mild disappointment. He watches as you nod in understanding and sigh, turning to leave. There goes his chance. Or not. A hand gently grabs your arm, stoping your turn. “I change my mind.” He states plainly. Your eyes meet his; showing a stern uncomfortable lining to his actions. “I…. You do….?” He nods and watches as your wings extend fully out of excitement. “Really?! Thank you, Hanzo!” Without thought, you thrust slightly into the air, spinning and punching happily upwards. He watches your display with amusement as you land and promise that it will be a good time. -- source link

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