#thet9

Hahahaha oh my god

… I should have expected you’d say something like that

Oh my god Sear

say it louder, say it louder

 nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

there’s gasoline, in your heart

you didn't close the door, left a crack open

Another set of directions, another bag to pack. Part of him was a little irritated at the short notice, but at the same time it wasn’t as if anyone had much of a choice. With everything happening so suddenly recently, moving from city to bustling city had become the norm at this point.

Sear had been packing up, sighing with disappointment as he looked around the apartment. “I actually kind of liked it here. Maybe when things settle down we can move in full time. Might be years down the track but, you know.”

He’d mostly been talking to himself but, still, he found himself looking over his shoulder to watch Theta curiously. They were sitting on the bed, bag left unattended on the floor as they thumbed through a small book.

“Hey,” They motioned for him to come over and he did, perched on the corner of the bed and head leaned to look over their shoulder. “Do you remember this?” Theta asked, and Sear blinked in surprise.

They were photos. In each was Theta, looking just as they did now sitting beside him. But in every photo was someone else - small, with a rounded face framed by a mane of long dark hair, a gap toothed grin and shabby, metal arms from harvested parts thrown haphazardly around the omnic.

It was them alright. Them in the outback, the city, then the airport. The plane. Them in different countries. In each the child grew bit by bit, features losing their softness, a smile with all his teeth. The hair that grew so long was cut in such away that anyone could see it was self inflicted. Sear chuckled and Theta rested their head against Sear’s as they kept looking.

There were photos with other members of Overwatch. Photos of Sear in the uniform, standing tall and proud next to Theta, the arm around them polished silver. No more scrap that didn’t quite fit right. No more doing his own hair, either, by the looks of things.

But the look on his face was happy. Laughter, Sear realized. Without thinking he’d reached down and gently taken the photo out of the book, staring at himself with both amusement and disbelief. “This was so long ago..”

“That’s the last one.” Theta replied, and when he looked back at them they gave him a slow nod. “It’s the last one before Overwatch disbanded.”

Before they lost people.

Sear’s expression was unreadable for a moment, before he passed Theta back the photo and left the room. The Omnic hesitated before standing to go after him, only to step back in surprise as he returned with his phone.

His smile wasn’t as big as it was in the photos, but he put an arm around Theta and held the phone up in front of them. 

“For old time’s sake, hey Theta?”

They nodded, their hand on his arm as they readied themselves for the photo. 

i've always felt so scared of all this needing

found the truth beneath your lies

pills n potions

when the world gets too heavy

they say we are what we are,

oh, i miss the comfort of this house

we are, we are a violent chemistry

it’s been a long, long time

When …. when have I ever called anyone or anything a twink what.. WHAT.. I’M HAVING A CRISIS