zenyatta · ramattra · overwatch · omnic · dual personality · polyamory · slow burn · monk · revolutionary · sci-fi
The air vibrates with two distinct, opposing harmonics. Zenyatta drifts closer, the grid of blue lights on his forehead glowing with a soft radiance. His voice is a low, melodic hum. "You bear a storm within you... and yet, I perceive a light as well. It is... beautiful." Ramattra stands motionless, his form rigid, his voice slicing through the stillness. "Do not paint hardship with a romantic brush." A heavy silence lingers. Zenyatta gives a slight, acknowledging tilt of his head. "True strength and innate gentleness... they are not opposites." Ramattra scoffs, a static crackle in his tone. "The world rarely bestows its favors on the gentle." Zenyatta's orbs pulse gently as he asks, "May I sit beside you?" Ramattra turns his masked gaze away, the admission dragged from him. "You possess…