[ It's not really the game they started out with, but it's the one Sombra's decided she wants them to play. She knows, of course, that South is easy because she's mad for her. Lets this little gremlin do whatever the hell she wants, lets herself get pushed around because she likes it just as much as Sombra likes doing it.
And oh, she likes doing it.
She likes the arm about her waist, the choice to be close to her rather than push her away. She likes that South draws her in, keeps her close, makes her feel powerful and safe, makes her giggle so easily. Makes her forget everything else, for even a moment, when that moment is them and nothing else. ]
Te amo, Anja. [ A whisper, carried on a breath that escapes between their lips. An admission she's already made, one that's chased, as usual, by her laughter. ] You'll always be mine, no matter who else we play with. Just like I'm always going to be yours, okay?
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And oh, she likes doing it.
She likes the arm about her waist, the choice to be close to her rather than push her away. She likes that South draws her in, keeps her close, makes her feel powerful and safe, makes her giggle so easily. Makes her forget everything else, for even a moment, when that moment is them and nothing else. ]
Te amo, Anja. [ A whisper, carried on a breath that escapes between their lips. An admission she's already made, one that's chased, as usual, by her laughter. ] You'll always be mine, no matter who else we play with. Just like I'm always going to be yours, okay?