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a COMPLEX STATEMENT--- there are a PLETHORA of possible meanings she’s communicating--- the INFECTION within OVERWATCH ? the GRIEF he’d swallowed OVER & OVER at the force of talon ? his own RAGE that engulfed him ? 

jack looks upon ana for a long moment, anticipating he might find an answer in the lines of her face - she’s WISENED, perceptive, & he suspects she means to encompass all of it ; such suspicion now settles GUILT within his stomach, &... well, once it’s in you, it stays.

inner-cheek caught between teeth, & jack purses his lips. there’s IMPROVEMENT in his disposition since reuniting with her, enough to recognize how DETRIMENTAL his mentality had been in prior months, but---there’s still a long way to go, & he’s still prepared to do WHATEVER IT TAKES to get the job done.

her time spent in blackwatch has been nothing short of frustrating. really, she can’t see why she agreed to this in the first place when she had the promise of something so good back home in arizona. perhaps it was a need to impress, a drive to stick to jesse’s side, an eagerness to climb through the ranks. but she’s not climbing through the ranks. she is no more than a regular agent, tasked with the usual things, so very boring. oh, she yearns for more than this, but there is no longer a place for her back home. there is only this, lest she choose to exercise force in returning to deadlock. however, it is hard to force a family to accept you. she knows it all too well.

these people don't feel like a family. not really.

she hopes to speak with jack, though the man’s status ... intimidates her, honestly. he is a busy man with no time for her, no time for much of anything. in the few glimpses she’s caught of him, he carries himself well, but she can see the lines of stress in his features. no, perhaps she’s better suited to talk to someone lower on the ladder. she won’t settle for less than his second-in-command.

Ana looked up from her files, the very files she apparently couldn’t even pretend to read, flicking her gaze to the young woman standing in the doorway of her office. She hadn’t even noticed her coming in, too absorbed that she had been in her own thoughts, mulling over impossible plans, recent failures, and increasingly unbearable pressure she had to shoulder anyway. Overwatch’s Second-in-Command let out a sigh, and made a vaguely dismissal wave with her hand. “If only I had the time for a good long session of weeping. In fact, if I did, I think I would rather make it a good long hot bath with a cup of tea and a book.” Ana cracked a smile, and with a nod of her head, invited Lena to come in.

“Take a seat, Lena.” As the young woman approached, Ana watched her. Cadet Oxton had been nothing but an exemplary recruit ever since her enrollment - powering through training, and then through her problems with the Slipstream system with rare resilience and dedication. To say that Ana had taken a liking in her would have been an understatement. Out of all the young people to have joined their ranks in recent years, Lena Oxton was most certainly one of her favourites - even though she knew she was not supposed to have any. But conflicts had arisen, tensions were escalating - and although the Commanders did their best to keep it all behind closed doors, it was only natural that their men would be on the receiving end of the consequences, unfortunately. “I wanted to talk to you. I know the past few weeks have not been… easy, for anyone.” The uprising on King’s Row had been a victory, but at what cost? “How are you doing?”

Lena settled into the chair across from her--she was all nervous movement. Wringing her hands, bouncing her knee, Lena didn’t know how to sit still. Especially not in front of the commander that even Morrison seemed to be afraid of. She sat pin-straight, not allowing her spine to relax. Attentive and respectful; the Air Force moto. The last thing she wanted to do was make a commander angry.  

It was times like these that Lena was secretly grateful that she wasn’t a commander. The piles of paperwork, the blame, the cruel words graffitied about the streets--Heh, if she was still a rebellious teenager, maybe she would be the one spraying ‘down with Overwatch’ on the wall of the subway. But now, she was grown, she was an adult. Luckily not old enough for... all of this. Hell, even the chanting from the crowds, the anger and hatred--Lena could never handle it all. 

The thought that a lot of this was due to her make her stomach turn a bit more than the usual motion sickness. After the accident, the world rioted, blaming them. The fact that her last transmission, the panicked maydays and fearful yells as the woman was lost together, was broadcasted across the world had sent those who opposed of Overwatch quickly claiming some kind of inside job, that they intended on all this. 

TALK TO EMBER | ACCEPTING

1. How was your day? It’s been pretty alright! I work a fairly lax job so the first half of the morning was completely dead and I took some time to write out all my replies for my current drafts so I’m all caught up! I’ll probably have those getting out later this week as I clean up ( cause ember was a dummy and has like 30-40 threads going on;; )

4. Favourite RP moment you had?Oh man;;; honestly that’s so hard, I’ve had so many good ones that it’s hard to just pick ONE. Considering I’ve had maybe 2-3 years on and off experience with Jesse now, I’ve done a lot of awesome and interesting threads that challenged me a lot with developing him. There was a really cool thread I did with my buddy Teri ( you remember that dink ) were we set Gabe and Jesse in an AU based around a book series called The Powder Mage Triology, which was…think of the French Revolution, set in the era of the Civil War with magic. Essentially Gabe was a Powder Mage, a special type of soldier that could detonate black powder or ingest it for special enhancement ( like a SEP soldier ) and Jesse was something called a Knack, a person with a particular talent that gave him almost super natural abilities or talents but were pretty mundane. He was a Knack that couldn’t miss any shot he took. It was a pretty damn cool AU. 

[relationship headcanons] accepting mutuals

-He definitely carried a bit of a torch for her in Overwatch’s early days. She was rather blunt about shutting him down, though it took awhile for the idea to work its way through his thick skull. (to say he was not used to rejection at that stage of his life is probably an understatement) Once it did, though, and he stopped following her around like an infatuated puppy, they were able to settle in to a close working friendship quite easily.

-That being said she’s probably stolen at least a few of his t-shirts, if for no other reason than they’re comfy and she knows she can get away with it.

-Not only has he never really been able to lie to Ana, (can anybody lie to that stare?) but he’s also told her things he’s never shared with anyone else, and not all of them have been flattering. She’s probably the only other living soul who knows exactly how the events at Eichenwalde actually unfolded.

AESTHETIC MEME [SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING]

❝ You’re good at hide and seek. ❞                                                    ❝ I’m right in front of you. ❞

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