Death walks among you

Gabe watched her happily eat the heart, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. And as disgusting as it looked, Gabe could appreciate her enjoying the treat like a cat with tuna. He smiled at the scene.

Ammut let out a the classic crocodile hiss in enjoyment. Paws kneading the sandy floor. Her tongue stuck out in comical flop to hang on her jaw.

Gabe found amusement from rubbing Ammut’s belly. She seemed to love it, even rolling over so he would have better access to her sweet spot, which made her leg shake when he rubbed there. After a few more minutes Gabe noticed her purring turning into a slow even breathing with a slight snore. She fell asleep. 

The deity pours a line of ash from a back on his hip. To prevent Ammit from following if she happened to get free. Once that is done, he beckoned Gabriel forth. Heading to a hidden chamber filled with incense, herbs, and various tools for embalming.

As obedient as a loyal hound, Gabe follows Anubis into the chamber. His nostrils get invaded with the scents of incense and exotic herbs he didn’t recognize. It was oddly calming as if another room in his own home and he takes a seat on a small woven mat. He felt the gentle clawed hand against his shoulder where a small wisp of smoke was. A slight pulling feeling, then was let go.

“Then the Owl is your guide. It has lost its way and needs your hand to give it direction. Just as a falconer both guides and listens to their avian.”

Gabe watched his mentor in utter amazement as a large sleek doberman appeared, barking angrily. But by a simple command, the dog quieted and sat down, then vanished into smoke which returned to Anubis’ hand. Gabe knew he needed to control his own smoke just as well or it would overtake control of him.

Jack just gave a sad smiled letting his cold mask slip a little. “Did she get the presents I sent her?” He asked fully aware of just how many years it had been since he saw his daughter but he couldn’t let her or anyone see the broken down wreak he’d become since Overwatch fell. And Honestly he didn’t know if he was ready to face his daughter, but he should have thought of that before coming here.

“Every gift you’ve given her is cherished. She can’t sleep without the stuffed puppy. And the Mexican blanket covers her bed,” Moira answers, taking the bottle and refilling her glass. It had been too long since she’d had decent whiskey, this was one of her rare indulgences and for once she didn’t mind letting herself become a little inebriated. 

Moira just texted back “I understand commander I will figure out how to monitor him remotely.” Already Moira was having theories that James newfound ability was a side effect of the measures taken to keep his body from cannibalizing itself, but even if she got another subject set up Reyes time limit till she was put on light duty was almost up. “Commander studying James condition will take longer than the 3 weeks I have left.” she texted hoping this could be used to get her unlimited lab access back.

“Fine, I’ll pull strings so you can continue progress with James. But I need results. And you’re condition will be monitored as well. I’m not risking harm to your baby if it can be helped,” he quickly replied in text. Gabe was frustrated with the whole situation. Why Moira decided that now of all times was good to get herself knocked up was beyond him. 

🍸 "What were you thinking?!" Hanzo squawks as he points to the empty glasses on the table. "I'm not carrying you home, again." (brxken-arrxw)

The archer chuckled. “We are doing just fine, but I’m certain that our little one is impatiently hungry this morning,” Hanzo spoke with a grin, taking a seat at the table. He grunted a little, placing a hand on his swollen abdomen and giving it a gentle rub. He could almost swear that he felt something odd within in his belly, but he shrugged it off, simply taking it as a sign of hunger.

Gabe was already half expecting the dragons to show up, so it came to no surprise when Kinryu seemingly popped his head up and snatched up a slice of bacon that Gabe had just plated. He chuckled, watching the dragon take it over to his partner sitting in the plush chair. Gabe had noticed Kiyo’s belly had grown, the deep purple soul inside the dragon now much more obvious. “Gotta feed the little dragon too apparently,” he answered.

The archer noticed Gabe’s concern. He glanced down at himself, giving his belly one more gentle rub before he scooted closer to the table. He flashed his lover a relaxed smile. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m just fine. I think I’m just hungry, is all.”

Gabe didn’t believe Hanzo when he stated he was fine. Gabe knew better. Years of training rookies, observing targets and overall instinct told him something was definitely not fine. He continued to watch Hanzo as they ate in peaceful silence.

Kekipi softly chuckled as she sat down beside him and gently ruffle his hair. “I’m glad you like it,” she murmured, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before she started to eat a little bit of what he left for her to eat. She softly hummed, she always loved cooking fajitas. It reminded her of what her adoptive father used to cook for her and her siblings. 

“Under normal circumstances, I’d be commanding the mission but seeing how I’m benched here doing paperwork I don’t have much of a choice. Besides, who else is going to watch Halona?” Gabe asked, finishing his meal and setting the licked-clean plate aside. He was still hungry but made sure to leave plenty for Kekipi. He made a mental note to raid the kitchens for a snack later.