#warcommanded

          literally ,  he could .  there was nothing on this earth that could prevent him from doing so .  the only resentment could be YEARS of absolute silence .  years of wondering where he was ,  years yearning for her once again .  ( she always wondered if he looked ,  or if he forgot like the REST of overwatch did . )  the anger bubbles ,  a pot in her gut .  carnal feelings which paint so clearly on her snow-lidden features .  pale cheeks dusted with rouge ,  only blooming into a complete flush at the proposition of a kiss ,  a request ,  but her eyes almost narrowed with anger .  nine years .  their relationship was newer ,  yes ,  but from the words in his letters ,  she only wondered if it was possible to forget someone you were once so intimate with .

          she did think about hearing his voice ,  ( aged and all , ) say the sweet nothings he once wrote her ,  and her cheeks were splayed with a bright red once again .   ❛ w - well ,  i can say no . ❜    her tone felt stern ,  but the wall she leaned against only provided so much support for her  &&  her words .   ❛ i was gone ..  for over nine years ,  i`m ..  i`m sorry if i seem a little ..  resentful . ❜    however ,  she lead his hand to her cheek ,  gloves on gloves ,  the fabric only a thin barrier behind the warmth underneath .  she LEANED into the touch ,  heartbeat growing rapid .  ( they say seeing a loved one releases endorphins ,  it can only explain her body`s reaction . )   ❛ i lost a family  , ❜    her tone fell to a mumble .   ❛ i almost lost you too . ❜

          yet ,  she didn`t .  he was before her in the flesh .  scarred ,  aged ..  alive .  the voices she listened to ,  advice of those passed echoed within her .  her family would have encouraged her to take him into her arms ,  to hold him tight .  she could feel their hands against her back as to push them together ,  it lead her to look up to him .  ( she wanted to meet eyes with him ,  even though she knew . )   ❛ but ..  you`re here . ❜    seeing the scarred features ,  the red glow of his visor now discarded out of sight ,  her voice cracked .   ❛ y - you can do anything you`d like ..  just ,  please don`t leave . ❜    a choked sob broke past her throat ,  a few tears stinging at the corners of her eyes ,  wetting the fingertips of his glove .  but ,  she smiled ,  right through the tears .

           ❛ …  y - yes ,  you can kiss me. ❜

@warcommanded commented: Thems is fighting words

“ hush now. i healed your wounds, but your body still needs to rest. ”

         ❛             that’s  what  i’m  telling  you  jack  :  my  hands  are  tied.   ❜

                      SHE’S  in  a  sour  mood.      she  wants   CLEARANCE   to  go  out  into  the  field,    craves  a  bit  of   ACTION   outside  the  white  walls.    some  days,    she  just  needs  to  punch  someone  who  isn’t  some  drill  aide.    she  doesn’t  need  training.      he’s  holding  her  back,    she’s  come  here  of  her  own  defiance.             ❛               i  can  shoot  better  than  any  of  them  and  you   know it.      i’m   DONE   with  your  tests.              ❜

IT’S  A  HIDEOUS  HABIT  ;      more - so  upon  the  hands  of  a  soldier.    a  lighter  flicks  upon  beneath  the  edge  of  a  cigarette   ------   the  only  light  in  the  whole  room   ------   &  sets  it  alight.  it’s  to  be  placed  between  lips   &   words  muffle  through  them   ;      ❛    ---   you  want  some  ?     ❜    a  hand  extends ,  filled  &  generous.       ❛    it’s  a  nice  reliever  ...  i  think  you  can  use  some  of  that.   ❜ 

      “   you’re fighting monsters that don’t exist anymore   ...   ”   almost wistful , a passing glance. having grown accustomed to the peculiarity of humanity , haku is not alarmed by the stories that he can feel from this man. the pain itself is visible , through the scars and worn flesh , as though he were wearing PAIN like a second skin and spoke of DEATH like it were his mother tongue. how horrible , the spirit thinks. how terrible. he almost overwhelmed with sorrow , but knows it isn’t his life , knows it’s not his story -- so he straightens his back , glancing wearily at the masked man. life was no longer beautiful in this world.

what he called home is just an aching pain in his soul.