#acvnitum

things could be rougher than hell, but that almost never stopped the male from carrying a charismatic smile on his face. through both of his reapings he had held the smile on his face, and even as the light faded from his life before he’d shown up here he ‘d had a smile on his face. it was just something that he was known for, and this place wasn’t something that changed that for him. truly this place had been his second chance to get to spend time with his wife and child. “it’s nice here.” 

she had set up a bag on a tree in the quiet edes of a park where it could feel more like the woods and had been practicing on it for a little while. mulan had been so engaged in the exorcise that she didn’t notice someone else had wandered out here. she had given the target a swift kick to where the head would be when she finally noticed. mulan quickly straightened, turning to face the girl. “sorry, did you want the spot?” mulan asked, despite it feeling silly. this wasn’t exactly a prime park area. “i don’t really like the gym.” she moved to explain, always explaining herself. “i don’t like the gym too much. too many sweaty men.” and she had seen enough of those for a lifetime.

Sitting at the undercover bar he was watching, Jesse Mccree quietly drank his glass of whiskey while he had a bunch of photographs on the bar worktop. All these pictures showed his parents, who for once seemed happy. In some photos, we could see them all tree hugging each other, certainly after an overwatch mission return. Gabriel and Jack kissed in one of the pictures and Jesse could not help but smile. It was the good old days. His parents were wearing their wedding rings as they smiling at the camera, Jesse in their arms. The cowboy almost had tears in his eyes. Yes, to see so much joy had failed him. But we could not go back to what had happened. He sighed deeply as he took a sip of his whiskey. He was moody, nostalgic, as he scrolled through the old photos. Jesse did not remember the time he had been happy for the last time. Since the fall of Overwatch and the death of his parents, he had remained alone, recluse, far from the world. And it was probably better like that. He lived in solitude, hidden in the shadows, like a masked vigilante. It was not unusual to call him Lucky Luke because of his cowboy style. But for him it did not matter. All he wanted was to dispense justice. In honor of all those who had fallen. They deserved it. But Jesse, in spite of his young age, had quickly realized that to be a vigilante was to be doomed to fight alone. "I hope you have good whiskey in paradise" It would be a small consolation.