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“–I’ve missed you.”

Her voice is gentle and cracked, the normallyhappy woman is quiet– perhaps even somberin some aspects. Her hands, calloused from the years involved in the work she does restgently upon Fareeha’s cheek. Her head istucked in the hollow of the other woman’s throatand Lena tries to push the images of her lastdeployment out of her mind.

She’s tired and sore and the months away from her fiance has certainly taken its toll. Lena wants nothing more than to entangle herself completely with the other woman in her arms. She fights the way tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, she fights the tightness in her throat that strains her voice.

“–It was hell out there, Fareeha. I– I thought the riots in King’s Row were bad but– but that was an entirely different place.”

Lena Oxton is a confident woman, but even she felt in danger from her last assignment. The anti-omnic movement in some places is violent to an extreme level, she’d been there with a few others looking to find a peacful solution so violence no longer continued. Lena noticed the way they stared at her chest particularly the offending technology that kept her anchored in time.

It was the first time an assignment shook to the very core of her being. She keeps herself tucked away until she could compose herself properly. A few gentle breaths and Lena seems to have calmed herself enough to be satisfied.

Her hands move from where they rest onthe other woman’s shoulders to her waist.Lena untucks herself from the pilot’s neckand pulls her into a kiss. It’s aching and yearning and desiring and– it’s so much at once that Lena doesn’t realize the tearsshe held back were falling.

“–I’m glad to be home. With you.”

#.save #timewarpcd #[ clutch e s ches t #i love these two so much......... ]

wundertater:

pharahsmom:

Some encouragement had been needed on Dr. Ziegler’s part to convince Ana to join her and her daughter for their day out, and it wasn’t until the night beforehand that she had finally agreed. Before walking out to where the truck was parked, she took a deep breath; it was the first time she had spent with Fareeha away from work and away from the base since her return, and admittedly, was a little more nervous about its outcome than one would expect a woman of her years to be.

“Fareeha,” She greeted with a small smile, “Angela.” A nod was given, shifting the weight of the purse slung over her shoulder. “The weather seems to agree with us today,” She commented as she drew closer to stand before the others. “Well?”

@wundertater

Looking back and forth between the two, Angela beamed brightly as she grabbed her purse from the truck’s hood. She pulled it over her shoulder and went for the back seat of the truck. Despite Fareeha being her girlfriend, she was more than willing to act as a third wheel today if it mean the two would talk more.

“I’m glad that it is. Athena mentioned a chance of showers this weekend. With any luck, it will hold out.”

Buckling herself in the back seat, she sat quietly as the other two got in. Fareeha was driving and it took only thirty minutes to get into the city. Parking was easy to find and Angela was quite thankful that the truck no longer had the Overwatch logo on the doors. The city wasn’t as densely packed with people out shopping, but perhaps it was because it was still relatively early.

“Wow, I was expecting there to be more people out today. But that’s a good thing as there won’t be as many lines at the shops.”

@alhimaya

Fareeha had to agree; she was glad that the city wasn’t too busy. It meant they wouldn’t have to linger too much, and there would be less chances for those inevitable awkward pauses in conversation that she knew would happen. She had been quiet for most of the drive, only speaking when spoken to, but she had passed it off as simply wanted to concentrate on the road. Now, she didn’t quite have that excuse.

She inhaled deeply, and then looked over at her mother, offering her a small smile. It was a little tight, but she was making her best effort despite her worry that Ana might be upset with her for not trying to talk to her earlier.

“I’m glad you could come on such short notice, Mom,” she said. “It’s...” She trailed off for a moment, not quite sure where her train of thought was trying to go. “It’s good to get away from the base for something other than a mission, don’t you think?”

@pharahsmom

#wundertater #pharahsmom #.v: Recall

wundertater:

“I’m pretty sure I was terrified, since I was only four. But when my father held me over his head, it felt like I was flying.”

Returning the gentle squeeze, she looked to Fareeha with a soft smile before looking back at the grave. She began to speak her native tongue, Fareeha’s name being said several times. As she continued to speak, her head leaned over and rested on her girlfriend’s bicep, a few tears rolling down her cheek. After a solid few minutes, she went quiet with her eyes closed. After another minute, she separated from her lover to pack up the cleaning suppies.

“Let’s go home. And I’ll tell you everything.”

The walk back to the apartment was done in silence, aside from Angela’s occasional sniffled due to a slightly runny nose. Her hand remained locked with Fareeha’s, applying a gentle squeeze the whole way back. Once back within the safety of her home, she set down her things and removed her shoes. She moved to the couch and sat down solemnly for a few minutes before looking to her companion.

“What would you like to know?”

Fareeha sat down next to her partner with a soft sigh, one arm looping around her shoulders to pull her a little closer. She didn’t really expect Angela to say anything; she was more than content to sit in silence and let the doctor have some time to herself to think. Her fingers idly rubbed the other woman’s shoulder, but it stopped when she heard Angela speak up.

Her eyes rolled up towards the ceiling in thought. She wanted to ask something that wouldn’t bother her girlfriend, and maybe just give her a chance to think about everything good she might remember, even if it wasn’t much. Anything was better than having to recall her parents’ deaths, right?

“Why don’t... why don’t you tell me what they were like?” she asked, giving the woman a little smile. “Anything you can remember about them.”

#wundertater #.v: Recall

laviperae:

She trained her gaze back to the woman and allowed her eyes to hover for a moment, listening with interest to her words. – The sky was uncharted territory for her; she could appreciate the concept of safety above the fight, and the sheer, blissful freedom of flying, but la Vipera was much alike a cat in the respect that her feet were trained firmly to the ground.

Such was perhaps why she admired the Captain so, and why she was enamored by her reply.

❝You have fallen?❞ Her brows raised, and her words were spoken with a duet of dread and concern. ❝Then again, a suit like yours…❞ She paused both to find the right words and to fix her expression, rekindling a subtle smile and relaxing otherwise worried features. ❝I’d expect it to keep you safe from the fall.

Detto questo {that said}, we face enough dangers in battle that I wouldn’t like to make an enemy out of gravity, too. But you use her to your advantage. I admire that.❞

“My suit can take quite the beating before I have to worry,” Fareeha said with a light shrug of her shoulders. “I have come close once or twice, but it has yet to give out on me.” And she was very thankful for that. She had seen what it’s like when it does happen, and it really isn’t good. She lost a couple of her people to it back when she was still with Helix.

But she shook the thought off. Not time to be brooding over that.

“I know the sky isn’t for everyone. I get a lot of people saying they don’t understand it because they’re afraid of heights, and they can’t comprehend not having that fear,” she said, with a small smile. “But I’m the opposite. I love being up high; it lets me see everything at a quick glance, and it gives me an edge. You would be surprised how few people actually look up during a fight. And when they do, it’s often too late to do anything.”

A soft hum slipped passed her lips. “Gravity is still a force I have to fight. Unless I need to drop down suddenly, it is still something I need to go against, but it has yet to give me a serious problem,” she said with a little grin.

#laviperae #.v: Recall

wundertater:

“The vet was kind enough to neuter him while he was there.”

Angela confirmed, finishing her cleaning of Trigger. He mewed in a rather annoyed way, shakily getting to his feet and trying to walk onto Fareeha. The small nub he had for a tail twitched lightly as he wobbled, horribly imbalanced by the amount of bandages on his front leg.

“I’m planning to at least introduce them once he has more energy. They’ll have together them occasionally and once his bandages are off and his stitches have healed completely, we’ll look into them having free reign of this floor.”

The doctor let out a small yawn, a smile on her face as she watched tiny claws bat her girlfriend’s metal fingers. She leaned her torso over, head coming to rest on Fareeha’s shoulders, a small sigh escaping her.

“Taking care of him is much like having a baby. He needs a lot of care right now and it’s exhausting. He also loves taking off his cone when I do try to nap.”

“Easy there, little guy...” Fareeha said as the kitten tried to wobble his way into her lap. He looked like he was about to keel over from being unbalanced, so she gently scooped him into her arms, letting him settle against her. He seemed to struggle to get comfortable, what with the cone of shame around his neck, but he figured it out after a few moments. Fareeha chuckled softly, running her fingers through his fur.

“I’m sure he does,” she said, watching as the kitten yawned, his little teeth showing for a moment before he settled again. “You know, you can always ask me to look after him if you need a break from it.” She could hear, and almost feel, Trigger’s purring; he seemed to be more than happy to snooze in her arms. “I don’t mind looking after him. I know how to take care of cats.”

Cats like Trigger... well, that she wasn’t all that sure, but she doubted he needed anything too special, and Angela could always tell her if needed. But otherwise, she knew how to look after cats just fine. There had been quite a number of them living in the area around her apartment in Giza, and she had looked after a couple when she had the time.

“He’d be completely safe with me.”

#wundertater #.v: Recall

iingrate:

“Hey, now, babygirl, I ain’t dumb enough to know yer gonna shoot at me. Thing is, when I see that dadgum thing pointed at my face, I’m gonna point my here Peacekeeper in yours,” he huffed, adding extra emphasis with a quick twirl of his revolver before holstering it.

“’Sides, I like to get up close ‘n personal with the target. Make ‘em see fate in the form of a cowboy.”

“It’s a robot, Jesse,” she said, trying to hide the laugh colouring her voice. “Even you won’t be striking fear into it.” She lowered her own weapon a little more as Jesse holstered his, and her stance became a little more relaxed. Her head tilted up slightly so that Jesse would be able to see her face rather than just her visor.

“Besides, it might not be a bad idea to practice shooting at a longer range. How far back can you hit a target from with that gun of yours, anyway?”

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wundertater:

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prideofabird:

“Hah, you bet we’re all beat-up today after that one.” Maya almost stifles a small yawn, somewhat realizing how tired she is, but she just downs another gulp of her drink to stop it. Even though it has some coffee, it’s still not doing much. “Well, we can both get a good snooze after this one, yeah?”

She merely watches as Fareeha works on the tool, nodding about the suit as she steals a few more chips from the bag earlier and finally folding it close to give the rest to her. Once she starts taking the leg off the suit though, she puts her bottle down and stands up, quickly beside Fareeha as she detaches the leg. She’s carried heavier things; her old assitive tech weighed like one huge concrete wall strapped on her limbs, after all.

“Oh, here, let me take it.” She carefully plucks the leg off Fareeha’s hands, and gestures to the bench they vacated earlier. Maya already tries to check the joints herself, a few careful bends here and there, but nothing felt funny. “Lower limb tech like these does need more than one people for maintenance, most of the time… how’d you fare when doing these things alone? That must have been a lot of stumbling.” Maya just knows. She’s speaking from experience, after all.

“Definitely. I have no doubt if we stay here long enough, the good doctor will come here and make us get some rest,” Fareeha says with a laugh and a shake of her head. “She told me to get some rest after checking me over for injuries already... I doubt she would be pleased to see me up and about right now.”

She drops herself carefully onto the bench, beginning to work on detaching her prosthetic. It sends a weird sensation up her thigh as the synthetic nerves that allow it to sync with the rest of her cut themselves off, and for a moment, it really feels like she’s missing a limb. Of course, the phantom limb sensation quickly replaces it, and she grimaces. It’s never a pleasant feeling, especially when she’s looking at the lack of a limb there.

“I rarely do the legs on my own,” she says. “But I’ve done it once or twice, and it’s definitely not easy at all. Takes way too much time, but sometimes I just have to.” She barks a laugh at the mention of stumbling. “Ah... It is somewhat embarrassing to remember, but yes. I have stumbled and nearly fallen at least once while trying to do this part solo.”

#prideofabird #.v: Recall

[ ok i finally got my muse to work for me, and i’ve got stuff queued to post later today !! not everything is done, but im hoping to finish what’s left later today and have it post with everything else ]

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#[ i havent really been feeling good the last few days so that's why replies arent happening #despite the fact that im home all the time now lmao #im just not quite in the headspace for them rn but #i promise to get to them soon #but for now im gonna keep playing destiny until i hate it lmfao ]#.ooc

wundertater:

She blinked, a light chuckle tumbling passed her lips. Releasing the pinched cheek, Angela leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the spot. Her hand moved and lightly combed through Fareeha’s hair, giving her a warm and thankful smile.

“Hm true, you are Captain Amari. But I’m sure you much prefer to be called Fareeha. At least by me.”

Another kiss came to be placed on the other’s dark cheeks before the doctor got to her feet. She stretched her arms up high before looking at her.

“I need to go and check on the others, but I’ll be back later, alright? Just focus on resting and call if you need anything.”

Fareeha briefly rubbed at her cheek before Angela pressed a kiss to it. She hummed softly, and then let herself relax fully against the bed. She exhaled slowly so that she didn’t bother her injuries, but she still felt a little twinge of pain shiver through the damaged muscle. She managed not to grimace, though, not wanting to worry Angela any more.

“Alright,” she sighed, giving her partner a small smile. “I’m going to try and get some rest. Doctor’s orders and all.” A cheeky grin pulled at her mouth, before she let her eyes close with a soft, careful sigh. She was quite tired, despite her complaining, so some sleep was welcome. “I’ll see you later, love. Don’t worry about me too much, I’ll be fine here.”

#wundertater #.v: Recall

laviperae:

// closed starter for @alhimaya //

Her charoal eyes were fixated upwards on the blue abyss, superior to the highest of man made structures and even mountains, erupted from the turblulent and violent nature of the earth; it stretched further and deeper than the sea, and progressively dissipated into blackness, vacuum, and nothing but guesses and unanswered questions. The sky was daunting, really. But at the same time it was beautiful. And today its clarity, richness, and the depth of its shade were uninterrupted by cloud nor haze, only speckled by the sun and its flare. A crisp, royal blue. Her eyes narrowed then, both in respect for the sun’s brightness and pensive thought.

“Does it not scare you?” There was more to her question, but she had not yet come to realise just how to word it. In truth, the words had slipped past red painted lips unexpectedly, and conscious mind had to think back and even scold curious inhibitions.

“Flying. Being that high from the ground with no safety net? – A carefully trained bullet could always blow a thruster…”

The Captain blinked at the sudden question, head turning to look at the woman asking it. Her head tilted, the metal decorations woven into her hair swinging gently with the motion, and then she gave a slight shake of her head as her immediate answer.

“No,” she said, deciding to elaborate. “It doesn’t scare me. I love being up in the sky, and above the fight.” She had always found it to be more safe; the only things that could truly reach her up there was a sniper, and they were not nearly as common as the usual foot soldiers carrying automatic rifles. “And I have had plenty of falls, trust me. I have been shot out of the sky more than once, but it doesn’t happen as often as you think it might. My suit lets me move around quite quickly; I’m not an easy target to hit, even while in the air.”

The only time she was a sitting duck was usually if she was activating her rocket barrage, as her thrusters would make her hover for the duration of it. That was usually when someone managed to knock her out of the air, but considering she was still alive and well, it wasn’t easy to take her out entirely.

#laviperae #.v: Recall

wundertater:

The kitten attempted to meow at the new person’s touch, but it ended up coming out a bit gurgled due to the way he was sucking on the bottle. Angela laughed lightly, glad she had the foresight to feed him on a towel.

“Yes, we are. We’re probably going to have Hana take official ownership so Angel has a companion, but I will gladly call him mine if she doesn’t want the extra responsibility. There is no way I would adopt him out now.”

Pulling the now empty bottle away from kitten, he licked his lips at his own attempt to clean his face. It didn’t go as well as he had planned, which was fine since Angela had already brought a damp paper towel over to clean him up.

“76 was adamant we call him Trigger. I tried to fight it, but the vet needed a name s we just went with it.”

“Trigger, huh? I like that name,” Fareeha said, running the backs of her fingers over the kitten’s soft fur. She couldn’t feel it, of course, but she could just imagine how it felt on her metal fingers. The kitten seemed to enjoy the feeling too, as she could hear a little purr rumbling in his throat. “I don’t know if we should let him by Angel too soon, though. Cats can be really territorial, and she might be just as likely to beat the poor guy up than play with him.”

She lowered her hand after a few moments, noticing the way the cat was looking a little tense. She didn’t want to bother him with too much touching, especially since he was already being held by Angela. “And if he was a stray, he probably wasn’t fixed, either,” continued, now simply wiggling her fingers over the cat’s head to let him try to paw at them, little claws stretching out to bat at her metal fingers.

“He is a very sweet little thing, though,” she chuckled, watching him play. “I wouldn’t want to see him go either.”

#wundertater #.v: Recall

warpledged:

@alhimaya

❝ don’t beat yourself up over it too much, ❞ and these days it seemed so rare for the soldier to offer words like that, so inclined to gruff reprimands, but fareeha had beaten herself plenty over this. taken it and driven it into the ground with herself right beside it. the old soldier knew those feelings, utter disappointment in one’s self from something they know they should have prevented. she should only be so lucky it hadn’t been worse, that she had backup to keep her covered.

a shift in his posture, arms folded firmly across his chest. ❝ you made a mistake; acknowledge it, don’t do it again, and get over it. lettin’ it eat you alive ain’t gonna fix any problems, just cause more for you. ❞ hypocrite, his mind screamed, but in this moment that part of him was easily quieted.

She didn’t meet his eyes, even as he spoke to her. Her eyes were angled to the floor, and she turned her head away entirely, one hand lifting to wrap tight around the opposite arm. She heard him, but she didn’t say anything right away, simply listening to what he had to say. It did little to make her feel better, though; she still felt terrible, and it showed in the way her lips were turned down.

“We nearly lost people...” she murmured after a few seconds of dead silence from the Captain. “We nearly lost people, and it was my fault.” It hadn’t been, not entirely, and she knew it, but it was still hard not to blame herself. She was a protector, and she had failed to do just that. “I just...” A sigh. She knew she shouldn’t be beating herself up over this, she really did. But it was hard not to. “I feel terrible for letting it happen...”

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wundertater:

Angela leaned into Fareeha’s touch lightly, a sad smile on her face. She wanted to tell her what happened. How she lost them. She deserved to know the truth, but this was not the place to do so. She would wait until they were back in the safety of the apartment.

“I..will tell you about it later if you’d like.”

With the dirt finally all cleaned off the gravestone, Angela placed the now filthy cloth in a plastic bag with Fareeha’s. Using a few bottles of water, she poured it over the stone slowly as a way to rinse off any residual cleaner off of the beautiful grave. Stepping back and closer to Fareeha, Angela took hold of her hand and laced their fingers together. A small smile formed on her face at the question.

“I don’t really remember the details. But I was four and I think renting the boat was my birthday present. Papa took me out and when we were out of the shallows, the boat sprung a leak. Mama was frantic on the shore as it started sinking, but luckily my father a rather tall man. I think he carried me above his head back to shore since he could stand easily.”

Seeing the smile grace Angela’s features, small as it may have been, was a relief to Fareeha. She was glad that, even with all these conflicting feelings going on in regards to Angela’s parents’ memories, she could still get the doctor to smile, even just a little bit. She glanced down, noticing Angela’s hand taking hold of hers, and she gave it a gentle, affectionate squeeze in response.

A soft laughed escaped her at her girlfriend’s story, and her lips pulled into a smile. “That sounds like it could have been a little scary. Maybe not now, but I’m sure it would have been then,” she said, giving Angela’s hand another little squeeze. “But that’s a good memory to try and keep. Something to laugh about, even if you can’t remember the details.”

Gently, she pulled her hand free of Angela’s to loop that arm around the doctor’s shoulders and pull her against her side. She leaned over to press a little kiss to her temple, before simply resting her head on top of Angela’s. “I’m glad you brought me here,” she murmured. “I know it was probably hard for you, but I’m glad you told me and showed me all this.”

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