"Amelie?" The squeaky voice of a young child cut through the quiet area that she and another individual were resting upon. It cut through the silence like a sharpened blade would do. The young child who owned the voice was glancing upward at her companion, the gaze was sharp, although dulled over by the softness of youth. Their reddish brown iris' sharp like a talons eye.
A grunt was the response form her companion, in which, that was her companions way of acknowledging her friend. The companion had their face within a book, their eyes a simple yellow orange hued as they traced over the everlasting lines within the book.
"You wanna stay like this.. Forever?" The confidence in the young child's voice was waning down slightly, as if embarrassment got the better of them with the question.
The other child shifted slightly before settling the book down onto her lap, removing her hands to reach out to the other child's face, brushing the others blonde strands back to rest behind her ear. A motion that mothers often did to their children, as often a sign of compassion and love.
"Of course we will," The voice was lined with a heavy french accent, despite the words being in complete English. "We will be like this, forever."
Amelie gasped as she sat up from her bed, kicking the blanket from her legs and further away from her body. Using her shoulders to proper herself up lightly. The dream was so vivid.. So realistic, that it was hard to believe it was merely a dream. Well perhaps a dream from everyone else's terms, but Amelie. Amelie enjoyed calling them "night terrors" the emotions that welled inside of her each time these "dreams" were to occur, terrified her, it felt fake. But deep down she was well aware that those dreams so happened to be real.
The woman lifted her hand up to her face to ensure that she was awake. Her hand still the hue she remembered it, purple, dull and dark like her heart after everything she had endured.
"Ashe.." Amelie brushed a strand of her purple hair behind her ear, the same exact motion she did to the little girl in her dream, the motion soothing her, yet with it brought the pain of remembering everything that she was before the events that harmed her and those around her. This is who she was now, she had to accept it.
"Does Ashe even believe in that fairytale of a lie that she muttered all those years ago," Amelie scoffed as she laid herself back down onto her bed, pulling her blanket to drape back over her shoulder as she rolled over to her side. Amelie let her eyes slide shut, pulling the darkness of sleep back into her.
In which, it did.
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Amelie wore clothing that she knew wouldn't mean she was going to go out anywhere. House wear, as some would call it. For her it was a tank top with long fluffy pants to comfort her body without worry. The widow moved herself around her house with ease, making her way to the living room, she grasped onto the TV remote that sat on the coffee table in front of the TV screen, letting the screen flick on with color and words plastering on it. As always, the news channel popped up, voices filling the empty household as Amelie moved herself from the living room back to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Amelie focused her attention on the caffeinated liquid, while also listening in here and there to the news.
It was going on smoothly, Amelie settled some water into the coffee pot and put the mug she was gifted by... Olivia herself. That read "I may be cold, but, a cup of coffee will surely warm me up". Olivia painted the words on by herself, as it "now has my touch!"
Amelie stepped out of the kitchen to look at the TV screen to see what happens to be the news today. Her eyes instantly locking onto the screen as they read the name, "Ashe"
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Overwatch Short Fanfictions
أدب الهواةThis is merely just a collection of Fanfictions I have wrote and posted on Overwatch Amino. I hope you can enjoy these, if you spot any issues with any of the parts don't be afraid to comment below. These are a mix between what I felt like writing a...
