#qunas

@pinchevaquerx @qunas

EXCUSE

    the only way lena oxton could look more fresh off the boat was if she’d stepped into the tour group off a gangway and spoken through some seaweed. most of the rest of her group had been training for this all their lives, OVERWATCH a staple of their childhoods and the heroes they’d all grown up hearing about, and worshipping. or maybe that was just lena. even so, the rest had the advantage. lena was just a plucky young pilot, going through orientation if only so that overwatch could make use of her already-established skills in a cockpit. 

    she was an army girl, not a hero. (not yet.) 

    “alright, oxton!” the voice of the tour guide, a rough looking man who didn’t seem like he wanted to be here, cut through her reverie. “pair with foster and lets see how you get on.” 

    “aye aye, captain!” lena responded, which earned her sniggers from her peers. 

    even so, she was giving it her best. the very idea of being here was a dream come true, and lena’s eyes twinkled at every new thing that crossed her path. the gym was now -- and, well, the gym made her NERVOUS. that training all their lives thing? yeah, that’s less necessary for an air force pilot. she felt like a twig among tree trunks here, and she was pretty sure she was about to lose whatever confidence she’d managed to pretend she had. foster -- a girl who looked a few years older and about three times lena’s size -- was already in the ring, sweating and gesturing for lena to roll onto the mat. 

「 your accent is terrible 」→ @qunas

frowns. she needed that visor.

- Shy kiss

The scientist looked utterly disgusted by Ana’s accusing tone. Her nose is wrinkled and her eyes screamed like they wanted to plaster the woman into the ground. How dare she even say such a thing about her!

“Of course I have kissed someone before.” Moira admits with an annoyed huff. “What sort of inquiry is that? Ana, this is not the time—” Feeling Ana’s harsh grip along her tie, the taller woman had no choice but to lean down. 

Face to face in such a close manner made her twitch her eyes to and fro. She didn’t entirely want to give into it, but what could she even do? Gently and most awkwardly she matched her mouth with her own, but is quick to back away.

free smooches for everyone except you because you’re mean wth !!

There was something unsettling in the air. Jesse couldn’t quite pin point what, but after this many years in Blackwatch he knew to trust his gut. He wasn’t even going, it was an Overwatch mission, but his jaw just wouldn’t unclench. 

“I’m just sayin’, something’s gonna go bad on this job.” He felt like a broken record as he trailed after Ana toward the drop ship. “I know you’re amazing and nothing can ever best ya, but… just promise me you’ll watch yourself.” Jesse was going on as if he were the worried parent in this relationship. But the last time Fareeha had visited, she’d asked him to watch over Ana ‘for the both of them’ since she wouldn’t be back for quite some time. It wasn’t like she really needed to ask for him to do so, but now he had even more reason to press. 

He’d never ask Ana to sit back on a mission, just like he knows she’d never ask that of him, but damn if he doesn’t want to right now. 

She turns to him with that look on her face, the one he knows all too well, and he knows it’s time to stop his nagging. “Alright, alright. I get it. Just come home safe, ya hear?” Jesse leaned down and pressed a scruffy kiss to her cheek, something he’d only ever done in a teasing or a ‘forgive me’ way before. This time it felt… sadder. More solemn.

If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself even if it means shOOTING YOURSELF