#crownedpride

It had happened once- then twice, each and every attempt he seemed to try and come in closer, get to know him in ways many did not. Yet each time he drew near, it was the archer who shy away. Such as the land and sea did move- a tug and pull of the waves, ever and always chasing the other, yet the shore would always deny the sea what it wants in the end, leaving it hunger for more.

Though it had been a great deal of time, never would he forget the way he made him feel. How his heart seemed to race, if only ever so slightly, causing hairs on the back of his neck to rise, suddenly alert to his being. He’d caught him off guard, in a more public scene, his bow hidden, disguised in what looked to be nothing more than an instrument case strung to his back. With his hands buried deep in his pockets, hardly more than a brief glimpse was taken over his shoulder, before realizing exactly who it was. 

“Wait a minute.”

          as purple hues  &&  oranges painted the sky ,  she glanced up and let her mind go .  for this very moment ,  she missed the youthful vigor of staring so freely into the sky .  to have time to STARGAZE ,  so watch the sunset fade off into the distance .  they were fond memories ,  far from the ones she remembered now .  back then ,  she felt innocent ,  only just discovering the world of SCIENCE and how progress would be our future .  recently ,  she felt weighted ,  taken into a plague of worry she could only hope to find a cure for .  she let go in that very moment ,  but was mistaken to do such .

          ❛ h - huh ?! ❜    forcefully ,  she was turned away from the sunset splattering the skies in the newest battlefields of france  &&  was knocked into the wall .  back - first ,  the sting of such an impact jolted up her spine .  she heard the distinct crack of her equipment hitting the wall and QUICKLY fretted over snowball .  ( who ,  found himself quickly flurrying out of harm`s way and hanging far above mei - ling  &&  her attacker . )  she let out a bit of a relieved sigh ,  but glanced at the arm pinning her in place .  flesh ,  dark tones  &&  EXTREMELY muscular .  she struggled ,  only a bit in his grasp ,  finding her eyes trailing over the gauntlet that impacted the wall beside her head .  pinning her there .  the doomfist ,  of course .

          yet ,  as much fear plagued the nerve - endings in her mind ,  her heart was first to sink .  fluttering expectantly as her eyes met with his .  a familiar gaze ,  one she remembered just ...  vaguely .  her head ached ,  trying to fight between FEAR  &&  CURIOSITY .  a scientist`s struggle .  the fear made her heart thump wildly ,  but the curiosity won overall as her eyes met his .     ❛ do ...  i know you ? ❜    there was no doubt ,  she knew who he was .  ( the countless newspaper articles and overwatch reports painted him like a picture . )    ❛ i - i mean––– ❜

// alright but let akande slide in wearing sweatpants and teach her how to foxtrot in the kitchen

“That’s a really bad idea.”

Understatement. Jack–his voice, eyes, his very presence in the room–is quiet. It’s a rare thing to see the Strike Commander so subdued- and in the company of an official ‘enemy’ no less- but the uncertainty and risk of the situation they’re in has his entire persona thrown off-balance. Again. Because this isn’t the first time they’ve found themselves drawn to one another in the dark, is it?

“I want you to know something.” That dramatic blue coat is shucked from broad shoulders, draped over the back of a chair. Jack, his mind already made up, crosses to where he feels Akande’s presence–feels it with the tingling of the blue visor’s headset at his temple, the new sense still strange and uncomfortable. 

Jack’s hand comes up to the back of Akande’s neck, pulls him in until their faces are so close their lips could brush-

“–if I find out you’re using me, I’m gonna be pissed. So, y’know, if you are–” The voice lightens in tone, but not in mood. “–now would be the time.”

          countless of goosefeathers  &&  ripples of satin hug her plump figure ,  memory foam dipping beneath her weight and holding her within a presenter`s pillow .  an object to treasure ,  almost a doll on display .  it had been years since she`s received a proper night`s sleep ;  all due to the constant tossing  &&  TURNING of an anxiety riddled mind ,  the whispers of screaming voices pounding in her ears .  how many nights has it been since she`s woken up screaming on this very bed ?  too many it seemed .  she still remembers the FRANTIC reaction of a lover ,  the one who seemed to treasure her more than she did the moon .  he came rushing to her side ,  ( more than twice a night ,  some nights , )  but this night ,  he took his time to linger at the sight of her .

          from the beams of sunshine peaking through closed curtains ,  his smile was breathtaking .  a prize of his own ,  a precious treasure he has done his best to protect after all this time .  the trouble is worthwhile ;  he seemed to muse .  the world would collapse between his fingertips if it would mean keeping her safe .  after all ;  how could he imagine not coming to his room and seeing such a sight .  milky tones ,  chest RISING from steady breaths as the hints of a smile tugged on her lips .  OH HOW SHE WAS AT PEACE––––   it was a sight he could take in for days .

          YET ,  the morn steadily approached and escaped the eve before .  a new dawn approached and his beloved needed to awaken  &&  embrace the new day .  large steps approached mutely ,  socks only a gentle thud against the ground .  the tank top against his chest tugged and gave ,  molding to his shape as he sat against the edge of a satin ocean .  her head propped slight with pillows ,  back turned to face him curved slight .  fetal ;  just how he slept with her .  her body fit against his as a puzzle ,  a perfect size for him to hold during their nights sleep .  it TEMPTED him ,  the desire to lie beside her and escape the duties of the day ,  but he resisted .

          a smile ,  does he lean forward towards his angel .  her skin radiates with a frost he knows lies within her ,  but the beating of his own heart resounded within his ears––––   she was perfect .  plum lips parted slightly ,  hair gone askew  &&  cascaded down her shoulders .  she even wore one of his shirts to bed ,  it seemed ,  tight around her bust and yet loose around her thighs ,  trailing down close to her knees .  she had such a tendency to wear baggy pants and a large sweater to bed ,  maybe this would be preferable from now on once he suggested it ?  either way ,  his actions are saccharine ,  caressing against the exposed skin  &&  locks of earth he can reach .

          with a CAREFUL touch ,  as if to not abruptly wake her ,  he moves aside the hair covering the nape of her neck and leans forward .  his torso alone overshadowed her ,  looming over her with a radiating affection .  his lips ,  still warmed by a fresh cup of coffee ,  parts to breathe against the skin and then presses together to leave a tender kiss against the skin .  almost picturesque ,  a composition on the move .  the kiss stirs her .  she turns onto her back slowly .  ( not without a YAWN dancing on her lips . )

          he braces a hand on the opposite side of her ,  her back now pressed against the satin  &&  her locks splayed against the pillow behind her head .  a beautiful scene––––   locks branched out ,  SWEETENED chocolate gaze peering up to his as her lashes fluttered so .  she looked so hazed over with sleep ,  but the sight of him and their eyes locking together made her BEAM .  oh how she brightened the day ,  she shined more than the sun and the stars .  his free hand ,  not holding his weight with relative ease ,  ventures towards her cheeks  &&  cups it with care .  A LOVING MOVE .  his precious snowflake .

          she leans into his touch and hums ,  her own two hands lifting up to cup his cheeks with the same tenderness .   ❛ ah––––   good morning . ❜    she felt rested ,  but desired to stay wrapped in the touch of satin  &&  the cloud of his scent against the fabrics of his bed .   ❛ i`m sorry if i slept too long ,  its so COMFORTABLE  here . ❜    she mused ,  hands idle against his features .  what a sight to awaken to ;  she almost couldn`t BELIEVE this was no longer the dreams she imagined ,  but the reality of something now so tangible .