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@caniid​:  [ CLING ] for enzo!! hugs. - accepting.  « [ CLING ]: sender wraps their arms tightly around the receiver, clinging on to them throughout the embrace.  »

     ONE ALMOST NEVER KNOWS HOW MUCH THEY NEED SOMETHING UNTIL THEY RECIEVE IT. Enzo was used to touch-- the touch of battle, the harshness of a fist meeting jaw, a hand clenched around his throat ( tightening-- choking, can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t-- ), his own knuckles meeting the flesh of another. The touch of another outside of that ( the intention to comfort, to soothe-- not to maim or hurt ) was rare, a luxury for one of his occupation. He cannot pinpoint the exact time that he had last felt a friendly pat on his shoulder, a hand being held in his-- a hug, however, is a far distant memory from a life that he was no longer allowed to call his own. 

     Of course it is someone like Mutt who found the need to be the one to break the Spy’s ongoing streak. Arms wrapping around him ( thrash-- escape, get away ! ), tightening around his body and pulling it towards another. Years of honed instinct are silenced once Enzo’s brain registers that he is not under threat, he is being held-- hugged. He is being given affection-- he is being given it freely ( or rather forcefully in this case, but the details were minor ). He can’t let his guard down so easily-- he shouldn’t let his guard down. But Mutt is warm, their embrace is... safe. 

     The mercenary allows himself a brief indulgent here, his own arms coming to wrap around the other in order to return the hold. The difference in height makes it slightly more challenging, but his face meets the meat of Mutt’s shoulder regardless, burrowing deep, almost as if he buries himself deep enough, the world around him may just melt away. He is only human, after all, & it is important that he was reminded of that fact.

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@isetheby​ said: ➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead ✐ - accepting. 

‘ Amore Cecil  Sniper,

If this letter has made its way into your hands then I’ve been killed I am no longer around.

My name, my real name is... [ The letters to the words are incomprehensible, whether or not it was on purpose is unclear ]. I was born in Italy on the 19th of March, 1927. My sister was born3 years later. When I was 8, there was a devastating fire at my home-- I lost everything my entire family in the blaze and spent the rest of my childhood on the streets.  I was in the war, as you could have probably guessed. I don’t really remember which side I fought for anymore, nor do I care. I think I was 16 when I enlisted. It isn’t worth going into detail of what I did during that time-- I was only a teenager with nothing left to lose and everything to give. I became a mercenary when the war ended. I was 18. Between that and the labour work I started doing when I was 12, I suppose I had managed to make a living. A year later, my time as a hireling went sour as I was framed for a murder that I had no part in and I was sentenced to death. To be killed on my 20th birthday. I only escaped the death sentence after the death penalty was scrapped in Italy. I was released in 1950 after being proved innocent. The man actually responsible confessed-- can you believe it?

As you can imagine, the only job left out there for me was mercenary work-- nobody would hire a man with a criminal record like me. I did what I did for nearly 20 years of my life, getting better as I went, getting more brutal and efficient. I am not proud of what I’ve done over the years due to desperation and hunger. I was 40 when I saw the job application for Mann Co. And, as you say, ‘the rest was history’.      I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I suppose it’s because I wish for someone out there to know exactly who I am what I’ve been through over the past 44 years. There is nobody else in the world but you that I would rather have know. Not that it matters now. 

I miss you. I miss you a lot. I think about you a lot. And about how we ended things. I suppose, that will be my biggest regret. I wasn’t enough to keep you by my side, but I will still treasure what we had. From the day I finish writing this letter until the day I die.

I’m sorry.

- From, Spy - Sincerely, Blu - Love, Enzo - Vito

I love you, Cecil. I love you, I love you, I love--

[ The bottom of the letter is unintelligible as it seems that the writer began to cry across the pages, smearing the ink. ] ’ 

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@hauntscreation​ said:  [ entwine ] oh u know it.... word prompts. - not accepting. « [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand »

     OH, HOW RARE THESE TEMPORARY RESPITES HAD BECOME. They were no longer children, sharing a thin blanket & desperately huddling for warmth during the chilling & unforgiving winter months. They were adults, the both of them, & there was money to be made. The agent supposed that the lack of time they had managed to spend together lately was mostly his own-- contracts falling onto an already willing lap. A promise of good pay always brought him away from Oliver-- his companion ( his love ), his friend. 

     It seems like yesterday, the memory of when the self-made mercenary had found a plate of food thrust in front of his face & and a boy-- no, an angel, had smiled at him. Their friendship had bloomed, blossomed into something unrivalled & pure-- & there was nothing in the world that Enzo would trade for it.  It was always the two of them-- just the two of them against the world & whatever these empty & harrowed streets had to throw at them-- whatever these streets would take from them. Everything, they would take everything-- they would keep taking until you were raw & bleeding, screaming-- 

     A hand found his-- a warm hand, interrupting his musings. The angel is here-- his angel. His heart skips a beat in his chest & he thanks whatever God that may have graced him with the honour of being in the presence of Oliver ( head over heels in love ? no, he had fallen so in love with him he had scraped his knees on the way down, scratched the palms of his hands in order to claw his way up ).

          “ My head was in the clouds, ” Angelo mio, is left unsaid, swallowed back by a silver tongue. “ What were you saying about this opportunity you have been offered ? ”

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anonymous said: out of all your colleagues, which would be your first pick to get a dildo of their dick? ( for whichever muse wants to answer! ) sinday.

          “ Engineer. ” Now leave him alone.

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@diripiat​ said:  ♡ @ blu pre-established. - accepting.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based off circumstance  /  based off professional matters  /  based off misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

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@diripiat said:  "So, have you ever eaten a homeless slug before?" unprompted - always accepting

          “ I forgot the word once. Why don’t you try thinking of a specific word in half a dozen different languages. ” An unimpressed, half-hearted glare at the Australian. “ And for your information, no, I haven’t. ”

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@medizen​ said:  "I can fix that. . . problem, if you wish." pointed stare at red spy's flat ass unprompted - always accepting

     OH, HOW HE WISHES RESPAWN WOULD MALFUNCTION. Once-- a mere flicker was enough time-- a simple blip in an ever-running system was more than enough for what he wanted to do to the Doctor. No God would listen to him, that much he knew, but it was always worth a try.    

          “ Why don’t you take me out to dinner first, docteur ? ” His tone was deadpan-- flat, even ( flatter than his ass, it seemed ). Whilst, yes, he may not have been gifted with a derrière fit for the Gods, he was certainly gifted with the knowledge of how to pull his so-called teammate apart in over three dozen different ways for the disparage. Deft fingers idly flicked ash towards the other man-- the nuisance that he was eager to be rid of like a fly.

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@iwantnames​ said: mwah. unprompted - always accepting.

     AFFECTION SO FREELY GIVEN & WILLINGLY ACCEPTED. A gentle smile lingered ‘pon lips so used to being held even-- held straight & serious in order to match the persona that the Spy so readily played everyday. Such exploits chipped away at his ever dwindling exhaustion-- eyes drooping, steps growing heavier as the hours ticked by. The character that the mercenary chose to play eternally draining what little energy he had when a new dawn shined across the battlefield. 

     A kiss pressed to his cheek, expression growing softer, a body relaxing into the arms that held him so closely-- almost as if the Medic believed that if he squeezed hard enough, the love & adoration that he held ( the adoration that was shared between them ) would leak into Blu’s body. In some ways, the Spy supposed it was true. 

          “ Ah, amore. ” he whispers, gloved hand moving to cup the side of the RED’s face, holding it there almost as if he were cradling the finest of porcelain, tracing his thumb across cheekbone to ensure that he was able to memorise his face by touch alone should he never have the opportunity to see such an angel again. “ I have missed you these past few days. My heart is lighter whenever I see your face. ” There would be no denial that he had certainly missed his Dove.

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anonymous said:  Didn't everyone call Spy daddy at some point?

          “ I hate you. ”

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@estabionage​ said:  Toni has cornered the fellow blu, an intense expression in his eyes as he speaks. "I do understand la petit mort leads men in odd directions but... why him." unprompted - always accepting.

     “ Evidently, I was dropped as a child. ” The Spy hardly knew why the other was asking him of all people. He’s seen his tastes & he was far from impressed. “ I should be asking the same to you. ”

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anonymous said: hey BLU, don't you have a thing for engineers? sinday.

          “ I also have a thing for those who mind their own business. ”

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@multimusement​ said: 🔪 [Engineer] "Now, just stop tryin' to mess with my contraptions!" nonverbal  - accepting.  « 🔪 Point a weapon at my muse »

     HANDS HELD UP TO SHOW ACQUIESCENCE-- NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR SURRENDER. A snort of incredulity-- whether it was at the situation that had unfolded, or the fact that the BLU was supposed to show compliance. Meddling was what he had been hired for-- it was in his job description ( quite literally-- page 12, paragraph 8, sentence 3 ). 

          “ Oh, please-- large words for an illiterate simpleton who can’t keep a better eye on his toys. ”  & perhaps brave words from someone currently being held at gunpoint after a failed backstab-- a man who had also dropped his knife in the consequent skirmish that followed.

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@bushmannsrules​ said: He chokes on the wine. “Ergh, got anything that doesn’t taste like a mouthful’a piss?”

          “ How predictable, such an unsophisticated taste. ”

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@myownfairytale​ said: 👩‍⚕️ from medic, for whoever u prefer ! nonverbal  - accepting.   « 👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound »

     PAIN WAS A NORMALITY ON THE BATTLEFIELD. It was part of their jobs-- to be shot at, stabbed, dismembered & whatever that came between. But there was never any form of preparation one could go through to familiarise themselves with the sudden raw hot agony as a bullet met flesh. Being hit was common-- it was always expected, given his size & position during fights, but there were very few times that certain hits could make him falter-- not enough to incapacitate him, but sometimes ( only sometimes ) they came close. 

     It had been the enemy Sniper that caused him the issue today, landing a successful shot into the meat of his shoulder & then another following quickly after-- close to the first. Heavy had roared in pain, stumbling back a couple of steps & shifting his the weight of Sasha to his uninjured arm. A third ( and potentially final ) shot didn’t rung out & he assumed Spy had finally gotten around to finishing off the BLU-- before he finished Heavy off.

     Medic had been quick in his actions, immediately getting to work on his teammate by applying pressure onto the injury. Despite the anguish, the larger man refused to go down-- he would not give BLU the satisfaction.

          “ Doktor must stay behind me. ” Teeth were gritted-- hard enough to make them crack. A larger body shielding Medic as he worked in case danger rounded the corner. “ You are easy target. ” It was not that he didn’t think his fellow RED was incapable of protecting himself-- he could & had shown that on many occasions. He simply would not have him go down because Heavy failed to do his job.

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anonymous said: golf fucker anonymous said: *gilf fucker

     Blu can’t hear you when he’s actively trying to ignore you. Never in his life has he even played golf, thank you very much. He also elects to ignore the second comment ( what he liked in a partner was his own business ).   

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@hauntscreation​ said:  fäther. mäy ï gö tö thë mëät shjöppë unprompted - always accepting.

          “ I... suppose... ? ” Pasha loves his son dearly, but sometimes ( only sometimes ) does he truly worry for him.