[Zenyatta's world reduces to heat and humidity and pleasure and the faintest scent of ozone as his processor stutters towards clarity, the strange oversensitivity of his ovipositor sliding free with a slick, wet sound, almost too much for his body to bear- only for Hanzo's arm to reach for him through the fog.
Slowly, he returns.]
Hanzo... [One, two, three: his body twitches, pulses, but it has nothing left to give, and suddenly enough of his memory has been released for something so simple as thinking once more.
Stay, Hanzo says, and such a tide of warmth and adoration and sheer, blind, stupid love rises within him that it momentarily stuns him.]
Of course. [hoarse, as if he has been singing all night, and perhaps in a sense he has, though that does not keep the passion from his voice] Always.
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ayyy we done
Slowly, he returns.]
Hanzo... [One, two, three: his body twitches, pulses, but it has nothing left to give, and suddenly enough of his memory has been released for something so simple as thinking once more.
Stay, Hanzo says, and such a tide of warmth and adoration and sheer, blind, stupid love rises within him that it momentarily stuns him.]
Of course. [hoarse, as if he has been singing all night, and perhaps in a sense he has, though that does not keep the passion from his voice] Always.