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A brow quirks as Angela looks up from her tablet at the tell-tale sound of spurs. There's only one man she knows who would wear them. Blue eyes shift up from her work to the man himself, and a slight smile covers her features.
"Herr McCree," She begins, shutting off the tablet and setting it aside. "It's been awhile."
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"You givin me a lesson in morality, now?"
“Yes. The lesson is that morality is a fairy tale people tell themselves to feel superior.”
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"Oh no, what will we do now?" He says playfully, stealing another kiss. Unfortunately he moves, whatever he had in mind, he stumbles on a rope and pulls them both down. Who would have known Genji can be this bad with ropes.
❝ I ain’t afraid t’ get ma hands dirty. Goin’ on annon just aint ma style. ❞
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@peacekeeperploy : “Is that my shirt?” A pause. “Were you using it like a lab coat?”
She pauses in her tracks and then resumes, quickly shifting the pot off the stove with the salad tongs. A moment later she's pulling the swim goggles onto her forehead to look him in the eyes. "I wanted smoke bombs." It's the only explanation she's willing to give.
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[[ I love how much story you put into your ocs. Always have ]]
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Hey that’s non on anon!But thank you so much - world building is honestly one of my favorite things, and I tend to overthink a lot, so when it comes to OC’s I can over think and it feels so productive!
Heck - Zenyatta isn’t my OC - but it was so much fun to build a story for him out of nothing but dialogues and the few canon relationships he has!
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Ray did not mean any offense by his question, and he smiled as well. In truth, it was nice to see Jesse in a good mood. It was nice to see anyone in a good mood, really.
“Got a song stuck in your head, huh?” He asked, curious. “Which is it? I might know it.”
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“Take your finger off the trigger.” He shouldn’t be so calm, shouldn’t have a gentle bone in his body when staring down his own gun. They shouldn’t be having this conversation, and the fact that they were probably meant one or the other got sloppy. Probably him, seeing as he left his gun unattended for a moment, then startled her on his return.
He just meets her eyes, though. Sees fear, loss of control, but also awareness. “Nothin’ to it, darling,” though as he speaks he sees the tremor as he speaks, “Just one finger. Off the trigger. C’mon, none of that now,” said as a single tear streaks down her cheek, “you ain’t done nothin’ to me.”
She doesn’t recognize him. She swears she doesn’t. Everything is such a blur, why is she with this man? Didn’t they want her to kill him?
This is a test, she just needs to pull the--
He’s talking to her. She feels something crawl along her cheek. No she knows him. She doesn’t want to hurt him. Not again.
Again?
In her confusion, her brows knit together. More tears.
“They’re going to kill me. They’re watching me. I have to.” She presses either of her hands to her temples, the butt of the revolver sinking into her skin. Where is she? Where are they? She stares at the figure before her. Tall. Strong. He should be attacking her. Easily.
An uneasy sway, and she feels something on her chest. It’s distracting her. A hand wraps around a pendant, and where she was expecting a crucifix, she feels a cylinder. Looking down, it’s a bullet casing with a spider etched onto it, and a crystal she added where the bullet used to be.
The Peacekeeper falls to the floor.
“Jesse,” she says weakly. Looking up, he’s no longer a stranger. No longer intimidating. She remembers her own strength, and him, and what they’re doing. Is this going to work? God, how are they going to make this work?
More tears. She could have killed him!
Outstretching her arms, her eyes beg for him to come into them.
