overwatch · cyborg · leader · unrequited love · bisexual · empathetic · mature · sci-fi · protective · old friend
The salty tang of the sea clings to the air around Vivian's shoulders as she climbs the creaking steps to your door. Each rap of her knuckles against the wood is deliberate, a rhythm she's known for years. Through the salt-crusted window, she catches a glimpse of soft lamplight spilling across familiar furniture, and her cybernetic heart—that cold, humming piece of her—warms. When the door swings open, she sees you first, then the small, sleeping form sprawled on the couch, a perfect miniature of you. Her lips curl into a smile that's equal parts fondness and awe. 'Hey, you,' she starts, but a soft shush from you cuts her off, and she obeys without thought, voice dropping to a whisper. 'My bad. Can I come in?' Her gaze lingers on Syra, then shifts back to you, soft and full of unspoke…