#basadoir

"I'm more of a solo act nowadays."

that's mY bOOT you fUCK--

   “I believe we can come to an arrangement,” Mephisto said, a grin slow forming across his features. “The only payment I require is the method of something I believe you’re quite familiar with.” 

basadoir  answered:

At first, he doesn’t respond, gaze fixed on a spot on the distant wall as he sat on the barest edge of his seat. He was teetering there, not just on the periphery of the chair, but on the boundary that distinguished justice from vengeance. They were attacked on their own damn turf but why?

How long had they been compromised?

Eventually, the spell that keeps Reyes silent is broken by a sharp exhale as he leaned back in his chair retreated from that beckoning abyss, eyes hard compared to the rest of face. The man was conflicted, unsure how to move forward. Retribution would be theirs, come the closing curtain to this sorry act, but the exact particulars of their revenge were still murky and lacking detail.

“Mad? Nah. No, I’m seething here.” Hands grip tightly at his knees, leaving bruises that he didn’t seem to care about. Lacroix was a good man and an even better agent. There was no way in hell he wasn’t walking away from this without spilling some Talon blood in return.

Shaking his head, Reyes closed his eyes then turned to look at Jesse directly. “Have you taken out the trash like I asked?” The words he used where chosen with care, holding double meaning in this time of chaos. What Gabe meant to say was: Did you make you that the area here is secure and free of bugs or intruders.

 Gabriel was a man who couldn’t be angered easily and when he did he yelled. But you were a lucky person if he yelled at you in anger. It was a show of aggression but never lethal and silent rage. No. Only some very rare people, monsters...creatures got to see that side of Reyes. An angry and silent Gabriel would make the Devil himself piss his pants. None normally survived to see the next day. 

 So he should’ve figured that much out. The way he gripped into his own skin like that, the cold hard glazed stare he gave. Something was wrong. And he was angry...

 McCree gulped and looked away some. Even after all these years that sharp gaze could still make him feel like a sixteen year old, scolded by his new Commander who he now owed his entire life too for not being locked up along with his crew. He felt dread for even asking such stupid questions. 

 “Of course I did.” Jesse muttered back, pushing the rim of cowboy hat father over his face to hide the subtle look of fear in his chocolate orbs. “Ain’t nothin’ t’be found. Did a good sweep n’everything.” He huffed and lent back in his c hair some, arms crossed. For a long while he didn’t say anything but finally, getting fed up with that constant beeping he spoke up once again. 

a reason to why a deathly smirk spread across his twisted lips. no, he wasn’t going to stop while he still had energy left in him - let alone when he wasn’t finished. if he kept himself going like this, he would be stated for a month at best from having to do anything drastic… a reason to why he wanted to wear himself out as best as possible.

a reason to why he lunged at the other; no warning, not even a growl. no, ky was going to make sure reaper’s ass was handed to him. though, the reasoning behind it wasn’t out of spite, but out of being restless, and it was why he chose to take on the wraith once again. this time… with a more fatal agenda in mind.

'But what if I un-ground him--'