#fallowatch

           ‘ Well, well... look at it.  Jesse McCree, a big fan of mine.  Who’d ever say. ‘ the other two were expected -- B.O.B. and that tiny weird creature that’s now living in their hideout.  And herself, of course. You gotta be a fan of yourself to get somewhere.

Her voice is like the wind, a gentle breeze come through the heat ofsummer that roils and tumbles within his heart and soothes away alltroubles. From beneath his mask, his mouth quirks into an indulgentsmile, a small chuckle resounding through his chest, still toorobotic to his own ears yet natural enough that he no longer wincesat the sound of his own voice. She’s a healer in so many ways,having taken a fool’s broken body and stitched all the jaggedpieces together into the closest semblance of a man she could managewith all the parts available to her.

Once, he might havehated her, he might have seethed and cursed her name for what she’d keeping him alive. Now… now he can only thank her for what she’sgiven him. A second chance, another opportunity to enjoy the scent offresh sakura at the turn of spring or the sight of the glimmeringlights of Tokyo at night. All the beauty of the world that he’dburned red within his gaze for so long and now he thinks of  howwonderful it’d be to take her hand and take her away from all thiswar and fighting and ugly death. To take her away so that her hands willno longer be full blood, but overflowing with the blossoming flowers of agarden in Hokkaido or struggling to grasp far too many shopping bags along the bright and lively streets of theShibuya District.

It’s a dream forfools of course. A dream for boys who could easily turn theirbacks on the greater world and ignore the responsibilities that laybefore them. Certainly not a dream that he could share with thiswoman so devoted to her cause, devoted to the others who needed her to mend shattered bones and bleeding wounds. She provides succor for so  many and Genji is no longer that young and foolish boy who could so easily putpleasure before duty.

               Was this some kind of JOKE...? It had to be.  Every time McCree showed up back to the Deadlock Gorge, something ever changed. Every time they’d end fighting (mostly because Elizabeth couldn’t stand the idea of being under the same sky he was);  every time, she’d get so easily heated and he’d manage to play wih her.   This should be it. AGAIN.  There wasn’t another plausible explanation.... right?

              It was so TYPICAL of him to just mess with her like that.  Fists clenched, Ashe frowned and stood silent for awhile. Much longer than she ever did, just staring at the dusty ground beneath their feet.  Oh, how much she WANTED to just grab her riffle and shoot him right in the face without hesitation --- yet she couldn’t.      Why...???

              This heated feeling was there, burning her soul and taking away her breath.  Jesse was the only person in the world who could ever make the Deadlock Rebels leader speechless like that, WEAK, He knew exactly how to reach this intimacy the woman hid from everyone ;  perhaps the only exception of this all being B.O.B, who also met her in her lowest.

                            ‘ Ye gotta be kiddin’ me. ‘ finally, harsh words left ruby-lips.  Finally, Elizabeth turned around, head held high as crimson gaze fixed on her target, ready to burn him down alive.  This time, there wasn’t any explosion (yet), but the fire within her was more alive than ever.  She’d NEVER forgive McCree. NEVER.    ‘ You come here with that sweet-talk for what now??  If you REALLY did love me back then, you missed your chance. ‘

never

                            ‘ You better get goin’ before I REALLY kill you, McCree. ‘

                        ‘ If ya think I’m going to ever FORGIVE you, you gotta  -- - ‘  the answer came quick; right when Jesse finished his first sentence. As he STILL knew her too well, stepping closer than what Ashe deemed acceptable was enough to cut her line of thoughts.  The first obvious (and certainly expected) reaction of hers was slap his hand away with the back of her own.  A visible frown of annoyance and grinding teeth,  crimson gaze looked up to find her ex-partner in crime with that smile of his still there.  ‘ What are ya...?? .... What???? ‘

             He was too close now. A way closer than she first noticed -- and oh, boy, that way he talked! That smooth talking of his .... Words seeming so true (so why did he leave??) to make her heart race immediatelly.  Elizabeth was speechless for mere seconds, eyes wide-open fixed on a face she checked on every single day for years through photos.  This time though, it was real.  In these mere wordless seconds, a soft heat (not the usual angry) came through cheek-bones, tinting the woman’s face very soflty in a similar red of her lips.    Mere seconds that lasted more than a whole year in her life.

                       ‘ MCCREE!! ‘   a yell finally broke the spell;  eyes still widened when Ashe backed away a couple of steps from him.  Oh, had she the Viper right now, she’d definitely shoot him in the face!!   ‘ I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T DISAPPEAR FROM MY SIGHT IN THREE SECONDS !!! ‘ 

MCCREEEE!!!

               ‘ Those sore eyes of yours will lose sight in a minute if you don’t turn your ass ‘round and get out MY sight right now. ‘