mexicanmostacho

He was like a sunflower. And Zenyatta, his sun whom made his whole being beam in peace, patience and wonder. The omnic’s teachings never fell to deaf ears when it came to Genji. Every little thing his master did, left him with a buzzing feeling, it made him feel human. The rumbling of the motors that pumped his body always fell to unison when Zenyatta’s words reached at the start of their meditation sessions.  He felt alive ever since they crossed paths, they say that it’s impossible to be the same person once we meet someone new, we are meant to change in some way. And Genji’s change made him wait for his master, li

It was a sunny afternoon in Nepal, the smell of burning incense filled the air while small pieces of autumn could be felt in the air. Zenyatta and Genji were meditating beside each other, soft whistles of air and scraping leaves were the only thing breaking the silent atmosphere. The pupil’s meditation path was wavering as small thoughts pierced slowly throughout his mind, as his thoughts grew like a rolling snowball he started to feel uncomfortable in his position. It started to feel awkward as his chest began to get tighter and slightly painful, anxiousness slipping through slowly and in small portions. Genji started to think about