[Much like Ashe, Symmetra never had a girl’s night out, which was bound to happen when she had no actual friends. Growing up in Hyderabad, she knew a few children she could call friends, but her recurrent episodes of sensory overload from the smells and sounds of the slums put her on edge more often than not, and as a result, she often avoided leaving the small, nearly inhabitable space she used to call home. Her social situation did not improve after Vishkar took her in: on the contrary, it got significantly worse, and she felt so lonely and isolated in her new life that she had no other choice but to devote herself fully to her studies, trying to recreate the few beautiful things she missed from her childhood: the patterns, the colors, and the dancing.
Things haven’t changed much since then. Those who used to mock her for being different, who mingled together easily as she struggled to learn specific social norms she had never needed to learn before, turned into the hypocritical classmates who asked her for advice and class notes. By then, she knew enough about people and about humanity to hold her ground and not give in to those who had tried to bring her down. And then there was her, and Symmetra thought she had found a real friend, a lover and a confidante, until everything fell apart and she was reminded yet again that she could only trust herself and her own abilities. She never tried to get closer to anyone else ever again, not even to those she had been sexually intimate with.
As used as she is to being alone-- to being lonely-- she didn’t expect to enjoy someone else’s company for over two weeks. It’s almost disturbing, how easy it becomes to say good morning and good night and actually mean it, how she begins to hesitantly lower her walls, when she had arrived with the sole intent of taking care of someone who was sick, without any personal involvement or closeness. There has to be a catch somewhere: Symmetra has never met anyone who wanted to be around her for anything other than social status and other hidden agendas, but no matter how thoroughly she dissects everything that has happened since her arrival, she can’t find anything incriminating, and it does seem as if Ashe genuinely wants to be her friend.
Even though she has reached that strange conclusion, it still surprises her when the other woman invites her to go out, wanting to thank her for her help. Symmetra almost declines-- she needs to go back home and work on the projects she had no way of working on while she was taking care of Ashe-- but the other woman won’t take no for an answer, and her trip home is only forty hours from now, so she says yes. That is why she finds herself in front of a full body mirror, adjusting the jewelry she created with hard-light and ensuring that there is not a single wrinkle visible on her clothes. She always brings a fancy outfit or two with her when she travels, knowing that she could be called to represent Vishkar in a business meeting at any given moment, and her foresight ensures that she will look both beautiful and classy on her first girl’s night out ever. Between the white silk blouse, the skin-tight black pants and the golden high heel shoes, she doesn’t just look attractive: she looks powerful, too.
Knowing that Ashe is waiting for her outside, she makes her way there as well, and stops when her eyes fall upon the other woman. It’s fascinating, somehow, to see how different she looks like right now, her choice of outfit and hair style making her look even more beautiful than she already is. Symmetra mentally scolds herself for thinking about her new friend in a less platonic way before she clears her throat to make her presence known.]
I’m ready. [She adjusts the strap of her purse over her shoulder, needing to do something with her hands to dispel the weird nervousness that has settled in.] Where are we going?
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Things haven’t changed much since then. Those who used to mock her for being different, who mingled together easily as she struggled to learn specific social norms she had never needed to learn before, turned into the hypocritical classmates who asked her for advice and class notes. By then, she knew enough about people and about humanity to hold her ground and not give in to those who had tried to bring her down. And then there was her, and Symmetra thought she had found a real friend, a lover and a confidante, until everything fell apart and she was reminded yet again that she could only trust herself and her own abilities. She never tried to get closer to anyone else ever again, not even to those she had been sexually intimate with.
As used as she is to being alone-- to being lonely-- she didn’t expect to enjoy someone else’s company for over two weeks. It’s almost disturbing, how easy it becomes to say good morning and good night and actually mean it, how she begins to hesitantly lower her walls, when she had arrived with the sole intent of taking care of someone who was sick, without any personal involvement or closeness. There has to be a catch somewhere: Symmetra has never met anyone who wanted to be around her for anything other than social status and other hidden agendas, but no matter how thoroughly she dissects everything that has happened since her arrival, she can’t find anything incriminating, and it does seem as if Ashe genuinely wants to be her friend.
Even though she has reached that strange conclusion, it still surprises her when the other woman invites her to go out, wanting to thank her for her help. Symmetra almost declines-- she needs to go back home and work on the projects she had no way of working on while she was taking care of Ashe-- but the other woman won’t take no for an answer, and her trip home is only forty hours from now, so she says yes. That is why she finds herself in front of a full body mirror, adjusting the jewelry she created with hard-light and ensuring that there is not a single wrinkle visible on her clothes. She always brings a fancy outfit or two with her when she travels, knowing that she could be called to represent Vishkar in a business meeting at any given moment, and her foresight ensures that she will look both beautiful and classy on her first girl’s night out ever. Between the white silk blouse, the skin-tight black pants and the golden high heel shoes, she doesn’t just look attractive: she looks powerful, too.
Knowing that Ashe is waiting for her outside, she makes her way there as well, and stops when her eyes fall upon the other woman. It’s fascinating, somehow, to see how different she looks like right now, her choice of outfit and hair style making her look even more beautiful than she already is. Symmetra mentally scolds herself for thinking about her new friend in a less platonic way before she clears her throat to make her presence known.]
I’m ready. [She adjusts the strap of her purse over her shoulder, needing to do something with her hands to dispel the weird nervousness that has settled in.] Where are we going?