竜が我が敵を喰らう!

There is no elegance in the way he fires: the cock of that revolver and the slam of the hammer, focus sharp and deadly. It’s as expected, Hanzo thinks, because he finds nothing elegant about the man even as the range rings with the crack of each well-aimed bullet.

Bam! Click! Bam! Shame - the roar of his shots is enough to disrupt any pretense of beauty, and Hanzo remains ever watchful. “Hmph. Graceless... it suits you.”

“As of current, our paths align. That is sufficient enough - for now.”

A murmur as comforting as a dagger encased in silk, digits grasp an arrow to notch, head tilting ever so slightly to correct aim. Guns were far too loud, drawing too much unwanted attention. It would’ve been too much of a hassle that the pair could not afford when they were close to their objective - intercepting illicit trade between Talon operatives and the Shimada Clan.

He presses onward with nary a glance towards his transient partner.

Alrighty, going to try to get to a few more starters so I can get to actual replies. After the next few, I won’t be offering any more - unless stated otherwise.

Thank you to everyone who has recently followed! I love and appreciate every single one of you. <3 It's been a pain trying to get this muse going again after nearly two years of putting him on hiatus. I’m rusty and slow so please bear with me.

“I’m not going there.”

To him, the girls were easy and infatuated with what he was rather than who he was. A fling here and there and they hope for more, but he’s seen how Genji works. Flirt with two. Take one somewhere secluded and out of the clan’s sight. Eventually he’ll get fed up with covering for Genji’s misdeeds... but today is still not that day.

A hand pushes his bangs free from his face as he gazes up at the invitation awaiting acceptance. Does he go or does he make up another story and hope for more time before others are sent out looking for the both of them? Lips purse in thought as he takes a step back. Instead of leaving, Hanzo leaps, scaling the wall to grip onto Genji’s hand.

“Your habits will just as soon kill you as your enemies.” His head was bowed, each word spilling slowly from his lips. With prayers on his tongue, the man remained shrouded in a thin veil of incense smoke, eyes shut and body knelt. The click of familiar spurs had alerted Hanzo of who’d approached, but the telling scent of ashy cigars had offered him a name long in advance. Soon, he broke away from his thoughts, head turning just enough to catch McCree out of his periphery.