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Come to my room after you are done with work for the day.
-WM
-WM
[ It's a terse request and one that Anya can't imagine the purpose behind--she highly doubts Widowmaker plans to seduce her. But all the same, she shows up at Widowmaker's room after she's done at the bakery for the day, and knocks on the door. ]
It's Anya.
It's Anya.
"Entrez," came the reply through the door as Widowmaker had left it unlocked.
Anya would find Widowmaker's room furnished lavishly as her tastes were expensive and she'd asked for some alterations to her room. The four poster bed had deep wine color drapery about it, the bookcase contained several books and a photograph in a gold frame on one of the shelves. On the far side of the room were a pair of stain glassed doors depicting a beautiful wintry scene that lead out to a balcony, and a plush couch to sit upon with a low table before it sat at an adjacent side. Upon the table was a nondescript wooden box several feet long but only a single foot wide, a soft pelt of white rabbit fur laying across half of it.
Though the oddest thing in the room might be Widowmaker at her espresso machine, steaming milk as she prepared cappuccino. "Have a seat. This is almost done," she said, dressed casually in loose pants and a soft sweater. If not for the blue skin and the unnatural color of her eyes, she almost would seem like a normal person.
Anya would find Widowmaker's room furnished lavishly as her tastes were expensive and she'd asked for some alterations to her room. The four poster bed had deep wine color drapery about it, the bookcase contained several books and a photograph in a gold frame on one of the shelves. On the far side of the room were a pair of stain glassed doors depicting a beautiful wintry scene that lead out to a balcony, and a plush couch to sit upon with a low table before it sat at an adjacent side. Upon the table was a nondescript wooden box several feet long but only a single foot wide, a soft pelt of white rabbit fur laying across half of it.
Though the oddest thing in the room might be Widowmaker at her espresso machine, steaming milk as she prepared cappuccino. "Have a seat. This is almost done," she said, dressed casually in loose pants and a soft sweater. If not for the blue skin and the unnatural color of her eyes, she almost would seem like a normal person.
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Anya glanced about with quiet interest, though she didn't feel comfortable enough to wander about as she might like; it felt rude to do so. At the invitation, she did sit down in the desk chair and fold her hands lightly in her lap, tilting her head at Widow and taking in her very casual ensemble. "Your room is lovely," she remarked. "Your patron must like you more than mine likes me."
"I earn my luxuries, Anya. It is less a matter of the Dark One liking me more than yours you," Widowmaker replied as she poured the steamed milk into the cups just the right way so the foam reached the rim. She added a dash of cinnamon to the top of the foam. "I have been here longer, have little restraint when it comes to sex, nor much of a preference when it comes to gender. Also regular partners help."
Picking up both cups, Widowmaker took them over to the couch and sat down. Once the cappuccinos were placed on the table before the box, she patted the seat next to her. "I made us cappuccino. It's a coffee drink with frothed milk from Italy. I hope you like it," she said before taking a sip of her own. "It's been wonderful having the ability to make it here."
Picking up both cups, Widowmaker took them over to the couch and sat down. Once the cappuccinos were placed on the table before the box, she patted the seat next to her. "I made us cappuccino. It's a coffee drink with frothed milk from Italy. I hope you like it," she said before taking a sip of her own. "It's been wonderful having the ability to make it here."
"Maybe it would be more correct to say that you like you patron more than I like mine, because I simply will not ask mine for anything," Anya mused, accepting the cup even though coffee had never been a favorite of hers. Truth be known, the strong tea that Gleb tended to brew wasn't a favorite of hers, either; her own version of a drink was little more than tea-tinged hot water with many squeezes of lemon.
The cappuccino was almost more milk than coffee, however, and not quite as overwhelmingly strong, so Anya found she enjoyed it quite a lot. "It's very nice," she replied after the first sip, licking at the foam on her lip, cradling the cup in her hands for warmth. "Thank you."
The cappuccino was almost more milk than coffee, however, and not quite as overwhelmingly strong, so Anya found she enjoyed it quite a lot. "It's very nice," she replied after the first sip, licking at the foam on her lip, cradling the cup in her hands for warmth. "Thank you."
"Ah, that would be quite a difference; I have an arrangement with my patron. It has little to do with like or dislike." It didn't surprise her that Anya was being stubborn on this front as well. She recalled how long the woman had spent trying to live in the forest out of spite before her better senses kicked in.
Widowmaker took a sip of her cappuccino with a little hum. "I've called you hear to talk about your training. I am no longer allowing you to use Widow's Kiss." She waved off any potential response, not sure if Anya would choose to protest or assume she'd done something to upset the assassin. "It's too big for you. You need something tailored to your frame."
Widowmaker took a sip of her cappuccino with a little hum. "I've called you hear to talk about your training. I am no longer allowing you to use Widow's Kiss." She waved off any potential response, not sure if Anya would choose to protest or assume she'd done something to upset the assassin. "It's too big for you. You need something tailored to your frame."
Come home when you can. I have something waiting for you.
"I don't like the way he talks to me." Anya rolled a shoulder; she had ample experience with predators. Her patron was just one more in a long line.
Anya blinked, afraid that Widowmaker was about to discontinue their training sessions altogether, which...would have been upsetting, when she thought she was just starting to make some progress. "Oh," she replied after a moment, when Widow explained what she meant. "All right. That makes sense." Though what she would use instead was a mystery; she wondered if Percival would be willing to craft something for her.
Anya blinked, afraid that Widowmaker was about to discontinue their training sessions altogether, which...would have been upsetting, when she thought she was just starting to make some progress. "Oh," she replied after a moment, when Widow explained what she meant. "All right. That makes sense." Though what she would use instead was a mystery; she wondered if Percival would be willing to craft something for her.
[ Anya can't help but giggle softly. ]
Oh? All right. Does it have anything to do with you being naked?
Oh? All right. Does it have anything to do with you being naked?
To answer that question, Widowmaker pulled the rabbit fur off the long box on the table and slid it toward Anya. Fingers unlatched it and then she gestured for her protege to open it. Within the wooden box was a beautiful lever-action rifle with a box of ammunition.
"I took it upon myself to procure this. It is only accurate up to a thousand meters, better suited to long mid-range than actual long-range and lacks the scope so you'll have to really work on using your sights. It'll have more recoil than Widow's Kiss even though it shoots a lesser caliber, but that's only because it's not nearly as technologically advanced. But this, Anya, is your rifle. Use it well."
"I took it upon myself to procure this. It is only accurate up to a thousand meters, better suited to long mid-range than actual long-range and lacks the scope so you'll have to really work on using your sights. It'll have more recoil than Widow's Kiss even though it shoots a lesser caliber, but that's only because it's not nearly as technologically advanced. But this, Anya, is your rifle. Use it well."
No.
[Something for next time.]
I bought something for you, but I don't know if it will fit.
[Something for next time.]
I bought something for you, but I don't know if it will fit.
You bought something for me?
[ Forgive Anya for looking more than a little stunned. ]
Sorry, I--I've never really...been given a gift before.
[ Not a gift without a multitude of strings attached, thanks Dmitry. ]
[ Forgive Anya for looking more than a little stunned. ]
Sorry, I--I've never really...been given a gift before.
[ Not a gift without a multitude of strings attached, thanks Dmitry. ]
Stunned silent, Anya set her coffee cup down and walked over to the open box, reaching out hesitantly to touch the stock. "You procured this...for me?" Her throat suddenly tight, Anya took a deep, careful breath and tried not to get overly emotional. Widow, she knew, wouldn't care for it. "No one's ever really given me a gift before."
"You needed your own gun," Widowmaker replied as way of explanation. "It will be easier to teach you to hunt if we both are properly armed." She paused briefly, tilting her head with a look of mild confusion, like she was having difficulty connecting with the moment.
"...do you like it?"
"...do you like it?"
Anya swallowed hard, then wordlessly threw her arms around Widowmaker and hugged her hard, letting go quickly and taking a step back.
"It's beautiful," she replied, reaching out to touch the polished wood and metal again. "I love it."
"It's beautiful," she replied, reaching out to touch the polished wood and metal again. "I love it."
Surprised by the hug, Widowmaker went completely still so far as to cease breathing until Anya let go. Blinking, she stared for a moment before clearing her throat, unsure how to handle the sudden show of affection. "That... pleases me. Once you've gone through that box of ammunition, you will be responsible for requesting your own. I know you do not like asking things of your patron, but a rifle is no good without bullets."
She took a sip of her cappuccino. "I'll show you how it works after we've finished our drinks."
She took a sip of her cappuccino. "I'll show you how it works after we've finished our drinks."
It isn't anything like jewels or gowns. I don't have much coin to my name.
[Which made him negligent as a Dom for her, given he was to pay her expenses.]
But it is something you will like, I hope.
[Which made him negligent as a Dom for her, given he was to pay her expenses.]
But it is something you will like, I hope.
"Thank you for this," Anya added with a soft, happy laugh, reluctantly picking up her coffee and taking a sip far too big for how hot it was. She wasn't trying to rush, she was just excited. Like a child on Christmas morning.
That got a bit of a chuckle from Widowmaker. "Careful or you will burn yourself." She liked seeing Anya so excited... mostly because it was over a gun, but there was some satisfaction to be found otherwise.
"We'll go hunting next week after you've gotten used to the rifle. See if we can find a rabbit or two, perhaps some blight pixies." Another sip of her drink then something occurred to her. "Oh, before I forget to tell you, starting the new year you can return to wearing your skirts when we train."
"We'll go hunting next week after you've gotten used to the rifle. See if we can find a rabbit or two, perhaps some blight pixies." Another sip of her drink then something occurred to her. "Oh, before I forget to tell you, starting the new year you can return to wearing your skirts when we train."
I don't really need either, I'm just--that you thought of me. I'll love it no matter what it is.
I'll be home soon.
I'll be home soon.
Good.
I think about you more than you might know.
I think about you more than you might know.
The announcement only made Anya's excitement grow--less because she was eager to get back into her skirts (though she was--trousers, she had decided, were not really for her) but because it meant she was improving enough that it was allowed.
"I was wondering...is there a sweet from home that you miss?" she asked, pausing to take a more careful sip of her cappuccino. "I've been practicing my pâtisserie skills at the bakery. I could make something for you. As a way to thank you."
"I was wondering...is there a sweet from home that you miss?" she asked, pausing to take a more careful sip of her cappuccino. "I've been practicing my pâtisserie skills at the bakery. I could make something for you. As a way to thank you."
[ Anya doesn't even know what to say to that, so she focuses on getting back to Jon's apartment after her day of searching for a job she finds tolerable. She hangs up her coat and looks around for her patron. ]
Jon?
Jon?
"Plenty, but I warn you I am a proper French woman when it comes to croissants. Which is to say I am incredibly snobbish about them. No one here makes them properly," Widowmaker replied. "I am fond of chocolate, though you have no need to thank me. I... enjoy training you." There was a slight hint of uncertainty, of hesitation, at the end and she quickly tried to cover it up with a sip of her beverage.
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