DEATH AND DECAY ;

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1. Our muses arguing.

            ❝ Do not play me for a fool, woman! ❞

            Venom spouts from his mouth, words sharp,             harsh, he wants his ANGER- his FURY to be             evident in the way he hisses. He cannot control             his rage around her, especially when she acts this             way; the fake innocence, the curiosity, she asks             questions with the answers already lingering in the             air and he hates it. 

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65. My muse comforting yours after a nightmare.

            With the Omnic Crisis just beginning             and a new position in the small group             of elite that make up Overwatch, it was             not too surprising that Gabriel and Jack             were left on their own, camped out in a             dangerous neighborhood in London             after being sent out to handle a situation             rising in the undergrounds.

            But there’s not much they can do at night–

            Reyes takes the first watch, allowing his             comrade to curl into the corner of an alley             and get some rest while he sits back,             awake and alert for danger, his insomnia             makes this easier each night.

            The shadows surround the two men, protecting             them from dangerous eyes, keeping them safe,             as safe as they can be. Though Gabriel was too             distracted by what’s not there to notice the stir in             the man besides him, not until it’s fairly evident             that the man is almost suffering–

            A hand extends, grabbing the other’s shoulder             tight and firm, almost threatening (he is not aware             of how he projects himself–),shaking him from his             slumber.