SEND I WANT THE K FOR A KISS // accepting || 18: Underwater Kiss

IT WAS A PITY that he was not but just a little bit faster. Perhaps had he been, then she would not be escaping with the treasure he himself sought, and risked his life so foolishly only to lose. Amateur. The dive from the cliff is relatively easy for her, her grappling hook easing the movements with the utmost grace. Icy cold water, the frigid embrace of which she feels NOTHING of, breaks her fall, and without so much as a moment’s rest to absorb the change in environment, the WIDOWMAKER is moving. She hears him not far behind, crashing into the water’s surface like an animal might, trashing and full of gasps and grunts. He’s dedicated, she will give him that much —- Turning to glance at him, she sees only ripples in the water, and at once unease grips her. Perhaps she has under estimated him? Diving below the surface, unnaturally yellowed gaze searching the murky depths for any sign of her foe, she’s taken by surprise when she is suddenly impacted at the middle, completely losing her hold on the artifact her employers seek so desperately. Whipping around she sees him, free hand grabbing out to shove him further down into the water as she utilizes the momentum to return to the surface. With a single deep breath taken, she returns to below the water, seeking him out with pin point precision. He’s nearly got his hand on her treasure when she propels her grappling hook forward, piercing the rocks just beside his hand, effectively immobilizing him long enough for her to reach the prize.She doubts he will die here, he seems more of a pest than any she has ever met, but even beneath the suffocating weight of the water, she smirks, grabbing a fistful of his hair to press a taunting kiss to his lips, prying them open with her tongue and exhaling what little precious air she still has, knowing that having her help will surely go unappreciated. Finshging the kiss more fully, wanting nothing more than to leave her victim paralized with would be toxins, the Widowmaker flees. Whatever fate befalls the adventurer is solely his own responsibility. She has a mission to complete, and FAILURE will never be an option.

IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF MOMENTS before she has her pinned, her tender throat clutched tightly beneath the cold flesh of the Widowmaker’s own palm. She feels the thud thud thud of the woman’s pulse; a tell-tale sign of the one thing that truly sets them apart. She squeezes; though just enough to keep the woman’s attention. It’s only when she sees the smallest spark of FEAR in her prey’s eyes that she finally smirks, lips easing into something pitying and animalistic.            ❛ Such a pretty little fly,  ❜     she hums the words, eyes tracing down from the gaze she had been holding, to fixate on her lips.  ❛ But terribly foolish —- ❜   Without so much as another word or thought, she leans in, lips barely brushing those of her would be savior. Such a foolish idea; to think SHE could be saved. If anyone was to be pitied it was le bon docteur with her good intentions and lofty aspirations. Pressing herself roughly into the woman’s body, she kisses her more fiercely, teeth digging in to the plump and inviting flesh of her lips. After all, she is much too aware that GUNS are not the only lethal forces to be found in this world. It is only a matter of connaître l'ennemi and all the rest follows.