#76st

* BROWS find themselves raised in instant, his statement instantaneously drawing the ire of the blonde woman and furthering her already existing bewilderment. she’s not even sure what about the man constitutes such an arrogance that it would call on thoughts of his apparent ability to beat death ( both in a physical and metaphorical sense, she can assume ). 

❝      FIRST OFF, we’re just going to ignore your blatant lack of understanding   —    because no, you couldn’t. as far as i can see within your poorly thought-out scenario, death would have been at this a whole lot longer than your arrogant ass.  ❞  

lithe        digits       ‘round          pyrex       ,         cerise        with      retsina       ,       extending                    /                    offering  .        ❝          if          i          wished          for          your          death       ,          𝒊          𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅          𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚          𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆          𝒊𝒕  .         ❞

THERE,  A  liminial space  between  two  walls  of  plaster,  wood  &  hope.  it  will  never  appear  on  a  schematic,  no,  it  might  as  well  have  never  existed  at  all.  but  for  today,  it  does.  today  one  wall  is  a  little  less  presentable  than  it  usually  is  with  half  its  foundation  knocked  askew,  but  it  holds  and  that’s  why  it’s  important.  underneath  the  confluence,  two  people  sit.  there,  they  will  find  shelter  &  there,  they  will  talk.

*  JACK,  KINDLY:  without  geometry,  life  is  pointless.

a  short  burst  of  air  startles  from  his  lungs.  slippery  like  an  forgotten  melody  &  nothing at  all  like  a  shot.  reyes’  cheeks  flush  with  the  unusual  chime  of  forest  bells  &  hollowed  wood.

         ❛   that  which  has  no  part,   ❜   he  quotes  softly.  he  looks  towards  the  sky  that  they can  see  through  the  hole  in  the  ceiling.  either  rain  or  ruin  could  fall  through  easily.  bulletfire  has  never  made  the  point  of  being  curteous  &  mother  nature  has  been  known  to  be  tempestuous  during  times  of  duress.

it  is  oddly  peaceful,  however.  training  has  their  ears  pointed  outwards  &  breaths  held  close.  fingers  lay  close  to  the  triggers  &  they  lie  evenly  with  each  other.  nothing  crosses  their  path.

they  breathe.

first:  a  foundation  in  a  reasonable  premise  &  then  follow  the  line  of  logic  &  deduction  for  as  long  as  it  can  go.

" trust goes both ways. "

@76st || ROGUE ONE STARTERS.

PERHAPS IT HAD been foolish of her to believe that after years of living on the sidelines, she could return to the fight with an old friend and everything would be just like the old days. That the years spent in solitude had changed nothing between them, that her supposed death had changed nothing. Time changes people, death changes people. She remembers there was a time where trust had never even been a question between the two of them, where they believed in one another’s decisions and had faith that the other would watch their back. But they were no longer Strike Commander Morrison and Captain Amari. They were no longer the fearless commanders of Overwatch leading their team on the front lines of battle, they were merely two old ghosts fighting a losing war from the shadows.

(  *  the  discovery  of  the  internal  spreadsheet  trying  to  wrap  its  head  around  his  waking  &  sleeping  hours  was  an  amusing  one.  he  keeps  his  knowledge  of  it  a  secret.  they  seem to  be  having  fun  with  it              it’s  good  that  they  are.  )

     ❛   surprised  i  didn’t  have  to  drag  you  out  of  bed  morrison,   ❜   reyes  greets  as  soon  as  the  door  opens  with  a  soft  hiss.  he  doesn’t  look  up.   ❛   meeting’s  not  until  0700.  coffee’s  still  hot,  if  you  want  it.   ❜

he  takes  a  sip  of  his  own  cup  of  tea.  over-brewed  &  absolutely  bitter.  just  the  way  he  likes  it.

He was not to be trusted- or so he’d been told, a warning given from his comrades, stating that those within Overwatch could be hiding among them. Agents hidden in plain sight, ready to disrupt their plans, if given the chance. How he’d been warned by Akande- Doctor O'Deorain- that if he were to be captured again, surely there would be no chance of ever escaping again. It was that fear that left him cautious, ready to kill at any given moment, if it meant keeping his freedom. 

It’s why he didn’t hesitate to attack the man in his perch, catching sight of him watching from a distance, up on a rooftop as he watched like a hawk. He was quick to catch on, and even quicker to put an end to it. Rising with ease into the sky, no doubt taking the man off guard as he focused in on the man, raising him into the air, only to throw the soldier to the ground before he had chance to react. Trapped, like a fly in a spider’s web. Amused, and feeling a bit generous- he’d give the man chance to explain himself, before jumping to conclusions that he was the enemy they’d warned him about.