龍が我が敵をくらう

“just a power nap” he said.

The brunette whipped his head around, eyes widening with a look of shock. Before he could even get Peacekeeper, the threat was already done away with. Cassidy would turn back to Hanzo, blink at him before smiling that charming grin of his. That was all he needed to know. Shimada liked him too~

In seconds he was in action mimicking the over the shoulder shot with his own weapon and taking out the bomb wielding Australian flinging himself towards the Archer. He'd laugh and hold onto his hat as he slid closer, pressing themselves back to back as they expertly protected one another from the ongoing mayhem around themselves.

"So does this mean dinner? Pick me up at eight~?" The Cowboy teased as he whirled around to slam his mechanical hand into another foe, sending them falling with the metal denting ever so slightly. He'd snicker, light his cigar and lean back against his crust, letting a smoking hum leave between his lips.

“Dinner?” Hanzo’s voice held a rare note of curiosity in his indignation, though his expression remained as stoic as ever. He glanced sideways at the other his gaze softening just a fraction as he observed the cowboy’s easy confidence. "If this is your way of showing gratitude for me sparing your life, that is hardly necessary. Now is... hardly the time —"

Hanzo then grabs for the other man's shoulder, suddenly maneuvering him out of harms way from a ricocheting bullet, until Cassidy's back hits the wall behind him. His well-honed instincts had shifted gears, the Archer's reflexes were sharp, but the action that followed was driven by something deeper than mere reflex. Even he takes a moment to compose himself when he realized what he'd just done, finding they were now pressed chest to chest.

Cole would probably see a hint of a blush at this proximity. Then Hanzo hops back, landing on a window sill, taking out his bow once more. Though he before he sprints away after the rest of his team mates he leaves him with a spare thought. "Perhaps, if we survive this... then maybe we shall speak outside of combat. I shall then reconsider your preposition."

"I'll cut off your throat, that would shut you up." He had easily bested the other, pinning his opponent down with just the pressure of his knee. The bowman would take one of his precious arrows and have the edge of its tip press dangerously close to the cowboy's jugular. The two have been cut off from their respective groups, with the sounds of skirmish and gunfire ringing in the distance leaving them in this deserted alcove. He knows his comrades would be needing him soon, especially now when the payload is reaching its point. He had better make this quick. But just as he is about to make his kill, Hanzo is disarmed by the smitten compliment and loses his composure. The man beneath him was practically swooning. His first mistake was to release the pressure he had and he takes a step back from his enemy as if burned. "You..."

The very world around him could fall apart and blow away and his eyes would still never leave the face above him, ready to take his life. This...enigma of beauty and sorrow and honor and everything else in between. He should be fighting back, should be shoving his Peacekeeper in the bowman's face, making him know the quick draw of his arm...but he never did. It was like he had been stunned in place, locked there looking into his dark mysterious eyes. Eyes he wanted to know.

Even when he was let go, would he simply grunt and slowly sit up, not reaching for his gun or getting into a defense stance. Just sitting up and looking around casually for his hat before plopping his hat back over his head and smiling sheepishly at the elder male, half expecting him to riddle him with arrows right about now but-...they never come.

"I've no time for this, you are in my way." the Archer growls in frustration, composing himself to focus, the grip on his bow steady once more and aimed right at his opponent's head. Target locked. — Yet somehow he can't seem to make the shot.

Then, for a split second, they both hear a beeping sound in their vicinity. Instinctively Hanzo's reflexes lets an arrow loose and aims for a turret that was tossed and headed straight for the gunslinger that barely grazes his ear. It explodes in midair harmlessly.

Did he just save his enemy's life?

They exchange a look. There was no time to process. No time to think nor exchange words. The sounds of battle have approached them once more and Hanzo instead has his hawkeyes eyes locked on one of mad gung-ho vagabonds blasting away at his teammates, and shoots over the cowboy's shoulder.

The stoic bowman is unamused, yet he keeps a grip on the cocky gunslinger's hips to keep him from wiggling too much. He keeps an eye on the wandering metal hand down his front caressing his tattooed chest which leaves goose pimples on his skin. The silk ribbon which knots his hair is tugged and unraveled when it is played with, which leaves his raven fringe to fall over his eyes. A purr is caught in his throat. "What 'lie' do you speak? I am merely putting you in place. You distract me far too much from my meditation. Now sit." Hanzo sounded stern and a bit put off. The other always seems to get very touchy feely with him yet not once had he tried to tell the other off when he does. There has not been a reason for him to distrust Cassidy. Its always been a push and pull between the two them.

"You should put me in my place more often~" Oh he was ordering him around now too? It really was his lucky day. Snickering, the Cowboy would obey, giving the Shimada a taunting rut just to show how mischivious he could be. He told him to sit now to stay still now did he. Although he did behave himself more when strong hands clamped around his hips, causing them to still.

"Is that so?" Hanzo's voice was smooth, yet carrying an edge that hinted at both his amusement and his annoyance. He let his fingers trace along the curves of Jesse’s hips, applying a gentle pressure to emphasize his control. "You seem quite eager to test the limits of my patience."

He tilted his head slightly, studying the way Cassidy’s hazel eyes flared, even as he played along. Hanzo allowed his fingers to trace leisurely up Jesse's sides, his touch deliberate and intimate.

Leaning in closer, the Archer let his breath brush against Jesse’s ear. "If you’re so inclined to follow orders as you say, then you must also understand the consequences of disobedience. I can be both a patient instructor and a relentless master, depending on how you choose to play this game."

Hanzo’s voice dropped low. "So tell me, how much will you challenge me before you acknowledge the limits of your own?" He pulled back slightly, letting their eyes lock, the intensity of his gaze promising both excitement and discipline. "Your move, Cowboy."

Did he let Hanzo win this? Oh yes. Was he scared of the arrow now dangerously close to his throat. Not in the slightest. He'd just smile up at the eldest Shimada, his eyes sparkling there where he laid on his back, staring up at the most diving sight his eyes had ever seen.

"I'll cut off your throat, that would shut you up." He had easily bested the other, pinning his opponent down with just the pressure of his knee. The bowman would take one of his precious arrows and have the edge of its tip press dangerously close to the cowboy's jugular. The two have been cut off from their respective groups, with the sounds of skirmish and gunfire ringing in the distance leaving them in this deserted alcove. He knows his comrades would be needing him soon, especially now when the payload is reaching its point. He had better make this quick.

But just as he is about to make his kill, Hanzo is disarmed by the smitten compliment and loses his composure. The man beneath him was practically swooning. His first mistake was to release the pressure he had and he takes a step back from his enemy as if burned. "You..."

Cassidy chuckled as the elder Shimada tugged him down onto his lap. He'd smirk smugly, coiling his arms around his Bowman with a devious mischivious chuckle, deep and purred like the echo of thunder on distant rolling hills. One that spoke of chaos on the wind if he had a mind to start any.

"And here I thought y'didn't want nothin' t'do with me, Dragon~" The brunette would lull his head to the side, curious hazels half-lidded and taunting as he'd press himself closer from where he sat, tugging on the former crimelord's dark raven hair at the back of his neck.

His mechanical hand would slide down Hanzo's front, teasing down his chest with a caress of his index finger.

"What 'lie' do you speak? I am merely putting you in place. You distract me far too much from my meditation. Now sit." Hanzo sounded stern and a bit put off. The other always seems to get very touchy feely with him yet not once had he tried to tell the other off when he does. There has not been a reason for him to distrust Cassidy. Its always been a push and pull between the two them.

“It's High Noon~”

Indie RP Blog for Cole Cassidy

14+ years experience

semi-selective

18+

As requested by anon ♥

❝I have your back.❞

❝The pain is coming.❞

❝I feel alive!❞

❝Only here do I not feel outcast.❞

❝Death comes for all.❞

❝Try me!❞

❝Strength does not come from physical ability, it comes from an indomitable will.❞

❝I am at peace with who I was.❞

❝Oh, this is my jam!❞

❝You will never amount to anything!❞

❝With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.❞

❝I will not waste this chance.❞

❝This fight is not over yet.❞

❝Take your medicine.❞

❝Never accept the world as it appears to be, dare to see it for what it could be.❞

❝You look ridiculous.❞

❝What are you looking at?❞

❝Get through this.❞

❝It’s a perfect day for some mayhem.❞

❝That was your dream. Not mine.❞

❝I’ll just…leave this here.❞

❝I’m on fire!❞

❝So this is what has become of you? A pity.❞

❝Walk it off.❞

❝This is my home now.❞

❝Time’s up.❞

❝Come on, keep your head up.❞

❝Feels like I’m falling apart…❞

❝This place is a bit posh for me.❞

❝You’re going to be okay.❞

Overwatch | The Shimada Brothers → Edits [1/∞]