#diechotic

stare for tekre!!

     He snarls, lip curled to show off all his pitch-black teeth. The air is tense, wired, a struggle for dominance between two locked gazes of equal intensity. The doctor’s stare is focused and hard as stone, posture not threatening, but certainly not deferring, either. In short, she won’t back down.

     Well, neither will he. Tekre shifts his paws and adjusts his stance, hackles raising as he growls once more around the lab coat in his jaws — the doctor, however, remains silent as the grave, and it begins to wear down on him very, very quickly, even as he leans down as though to crouch; Angela remains seemingly unbothered, unmoving, and, after a long, long few minutes. . .

     . . . Tekre hisses his defeat and jerks his head, the lab coat gliding through the air and landing in a soggy heap at the doctor’s feet. Fine, take it. He didn’t want the stupid thing anyway.

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my first impression of your muse:

when i first encountered mercy , during a time where i didn’t yet own the game , in truth i didn’t much care for her---she wasn’t a character that intrigued me , so i generally overlooked her---& then when i got the game & learned more on , well , EVERYONE , i came to appreciate her . she’s just doin’ her best & i support her ;-;

my first impression of you:

that you are such a sweetheart !!! you came into my life on a very good day & i will always remember that , & for it think of you fondly . ;w;

my favorite thing about your muse:

i have not had the pleasure of writing a thread with you , so there’s not yet a single thing i could choose---however , you wrote that answered ask for me once , & angela’s response was precious . i think you have such a... WARM hold on her ? does that make sense ??? like , it shows in your writing that you treat angela with the dedication she deserves ;w; i look forward to her potential retaliation ;D

my favorite thing about you:

that you have been so kind so consistently ;---; thank you for all the sweet things you’ve done ♥

would I ever consider shipping our muses:

my jack is canon compliant , so that’s a no from me - irregardless , i’m not big on shipping ANYWAY---but i would LOVE a meaningful platonic friendship between them , so that it hurts especially bad when they reunite later on post-fall (’:

a plot I’d like to see between our muses:

anything !!! personally i’d be most eager to explore , like , ovw-era stuff , because i’d love to play a softer jack morrison against a doctor for whom he has so much respect---but i’d also absolutely love to properly explore with FREEDOM the two of them meeting again during recall .

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses:

once,   there was a prince who rested upon a golden dais. it was made of the finest ores and minerals, particles of mica encased in grecian marble shining in the overhead sun. he rested in the outside light, basked in noon-cast rays of beauty. his reign was markedly peaceful, becoming of a youthful prince such as him; spring-bound eyes looked east for the rising warmth, but found nothing but inkblots on the horizon. cataracts of blood and filth cloud his vision, notes of dissonance playing over and over again in his ears until there was nothing but dead silence. he died there under his beloved sun, killed by his betraying ally: hope.   ❝   awfully bright out today, angela... hot out, too. reminds me of egypt...   ❞

@diechotic​ noted:

“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ” 

「 ༀ - i am sorry to hear that, my friend;  i am aware of how frustrating and tiring being unable to stop thoughts can be.

 ..although the exhaustion if from trying to fight back the thoughts rather than the thoughts themselves. funnily enough.

although perhaps now is not the best time to advice; i still suggest letting thoughts go as they may

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“holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”  || sentence starters || @diechotic​

The  words  were  spoken  brimming  with  concern,  seemingly  coming  from  out  of  the  blue  and  Gabriel  pauses,  looking  up  from  the  file  that  he  had  been  rifling  through.  He  had  been  working  late,  attempting  to  power  through  the  stress  and  strain  put  on  him  with  some  hard  work  as  had  always  been  his  way.  As  he  found  himself  doing  more  often  than  not  as  of  late.  Gabriel  didn’t  deal  with  emotions  when  they  happened  like  most  people,  he  always  had  been  quite  reserved  when  it  came  to  that,  holding  it  all  in,  shoving  it  all  down,  pushing  it  away  time-and-time  again  to  be  dealt  with  later.  He’s  gotten  on  just  fine  like  that,  why  would  now  be  any  different?

He  didn’t  hear  her  when  she  initially  comes  in  but  Mercy’s  voice  is  gentle,  soothing  as  any  good  doctor’s  voice  knows  to  be.  Coloured  by  concern  and  worry  not  solely  that  of  a  doctor  and  patient  but  of  a  friend  as  well.  He  appreciates  it,  truly,  but  it  is  unnecessary.  He  will  be  fine.

”can I trust you?” // sentences . // @diechotic​ 

UNEXPECTEDLY , her inquiry incites GUILT - at what point had he become untrustworthy ? he’d always been CLEAR in his goals , his morals - EVEN NOW , though far more VOLATILE than constrained STRIKE COMMANDER had been , the TACTICAL VISOR was the only MASK he wore .

his SINCERITY is in question , & he’s made to wonder at what point she lost her faith in him--- chin tips towards collar , a WRY smile pulling taut across his lips . following a breath , head lifts to catch her in his eyes , & he wonders if she can find CONTRITION in his gaze , or if a LACK OF IT is what makes her question---