I'M YOUR HUCKLEBERRY.

jesse mccree. overwatch. aff. indie friendly.

[promptfairy]

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

[deadeeye]

deadlockcr‌:

       MINDING HER OWN BUSINESS – SHE GUESSES – COMES WITH A STEEP PRICE because now she has to seemingly deal with some kind of weird tantrum mccree’s having when all she wanted to do was attempt to drink her day away. && her glass slams back to the table, nearly spilling as she moves to catch the “ presents “ so gracefully thrown on her lap. fingers pull the cigarette from her lips, holding it between polished nails as she moves to read over the card.

       ❝   well, gee, mccree – ain’t you just the sweetest t’come on in here && make sure to beat chivalry t’death with yer own two hands.   ❞

       oh – she already had enough to be angry about && he was the one that always had this eerie talent of triggering her temper so well – though the scent of the bear wafts into her through smoke exhaled on plump red lips && in an instant it’s much, much worse for the both of them because now she suddenly feels like sharing all that rage boiling inside her. hand slams the card down onto the counter hard, knocking her glass over without so much as a flinch – a bitter laugh seeping from her.

       ❝   oh – i’m sorry. did i say two hands ? i meant ONE ! maybe i should just get him to rip off the OTHER ONE NOW ! but since we’re on the topic a’ back-stabbin’, y’ever get a good, long look in the mirror, jesse ? ‘cause i’ll tell you right now – no one’s ever left the gang after you an’ got t’keep their lives.   ❞

       a turn in her seat to face him further, still settling the bear on her lap as she takes one long drag from her cigarette, fist slamming back to the counter after.

       ❝   worst part of all this ? you’re too stupid t’even realise what you’ve done – or how lucky you are. i should just get it over with now an’ shoot you right between the eyes now that yer unarmed.   ❞

     “oh, you wouldn’t know chivalry if it held a gun to your head!” he barks out a bitter laugh in turn, tossing his head back to finish off his second drink in as many minutes. “don’t matter how much you walk around in them fancy clothes, tossin’ cash around. you ain’t the royalty you think you are. and i treat you like the two-faced crook i know you are.”

     his own words shock him as they leave his mouth. mccree had always had a short fuse, he knew that well -- but he’d never chewed out ashe like this. hell, he’d never chewed out anybody like this, and certainly not when they’d once been as close as jesse & elizabeth back in their deadlock days. sadly, whatever parts of him feel guilt and regret for his actions can’t speak over all his anger. 

     “you think you’re so much damn better than everybody else in the room. that’s my problem with you.” he tries - and very nearly fails - not to break the glass in his prosthetic hand. “an’ that’s just the thing! you couldn’t kill me if you tried! you ever think about that? maybe the reason i’m the only one to walk away from deadlock with his life is ‘cuz you couldn’t do me in if your life depended on it. no B.O.B, no gang to back you up, just you and me? you’d be dead on the pavement in seconds.”

     he hates this. down to his core, he can’t stand the words he’s saying. each one of them tastes foul and rotten on his tongue - like waking up with a hangover and no mouthwash. he can practically feel what little relationship he and ashe had left after all these years slipping through his fingertips like sand. he’ll never be able to fix this.

     “oh yeah? and just what the hell did i ever do to you, huh? last i remember, i got thrown in jail for ever deciding to work with your sorry ass, and it ain’t like you were itchin’ for me to make bail.” he gestures to the bartender with barely restrained anger for another drink. “and after all the shit i went through, we see each other again, and you tell me just how much you missed me with an order to B.O.B to start tearin’ limbs off me.”

     finally, the empty glass in his hand shatters from the pressure, earning startled looks and glares from the strangers around them.

     “and you know somethin’ else? the way i see it, you’re the lucky one here, sugar. seein’ as i’m unarmed and won’t hit a lady. not even if that lady’s you.”

[deadeeye]

deadlockcr‌:

       RED EYES SCAN OVER HIM, STUDYING TO SEE IF HE’S REAL – for as long as she’d been here  (  both in && out  )  she’d never seen him come into this place. guess her luck ran out – && it spoils her already terrible mood from the shift from home back to this place yet again. an annoyance – even if the scent of him was infuriatingly familiar && doused in a frustrating nostalgia. god, she needs a drink already.

       ❝   we both know i’d gladly kick you while yer down, jesse. lucky for you – i’ve got my viper with me. but even luckier for you, i’m not lookin’ for a fight. today. so go on an’ count yer lucky stars, mccree.   ❞

       venom drips from red lips – a scowl now gracing her features in contrast of her looks – && she isn’t entirely happy. last run-in with him didn’t turn out well for her && the wound’s still fresher than the one he’d left on her so long ago, his appearance only digging at old sutures, torn to shreds now.

       ❝   what chat would you like t’have, then ? or can i just go back t’mindin’ my own business – ‘cause i ain’t got much in the way a’ civilised t’say to you right now.   ❞

     “woah, easy, darlin’. i’m countin’ ‘em.” he raises both hands in surrender -- but he does it lazily and with a grin despite the cigar between his lips, so who’s to say how convincing that surrender really is. “we both know you’d whoop my sorry tail in a heartbeat.”

     untrue. or, if it were, mccree didn’t believe it for even a single second. but that was the thing about ashe. about staring her down, unarmed, when both of you have been fuming for decades. you flatter her. see, mccree still figures she’s got a soft spot somewhere, despite all her prickly thorns and barbs.

     “look, i just wanna know where we are, alright? seein’ a familiar face ‘round here --” 

     and god, was she familiar. it hardly feels like any time has passed at all since they were attached at the hip. 

     “-- you have any idea how nice it is to see somebody i actually know? hell, for a little while there i thought i was a goner, thought i’d gone straight to hell. well, not that you wouldn’t be there too, of of course. but you’d be puttin’ up a damn good fight about it, not sittin’ around on your ass all day waitin’ for ol’ jesse to show up.”

[deadeeye]

devianstability‌:

     he side-eyes the coin, much more interested in the currency than the person flipping it in the air. he doesn’t meet the eyes, just watching. he was pretty good at the tricks—if he was a human. he thinks of hank trying the same, unaware of connor’s watchful gaze, pride glimmering in his eyes as he managed to make it fly between his hands. it came so much more naturally to connor, absentmindedly rolling it across his fingers. when the stranger speaks that he’s yanked out of his thought, eyes finally rising. sugar? connor registers it as some form of endearment and quickly forgets about it as he’s offered the coin. 

his eyes widen slightly, questioning as he reaches for the coin. ❝ oh, are you sure? you’re quite good at it, ❞ the compliment sounds genuine, but connor’s quick to flash it between his hands. he flicks it up as it as it returns to his right, the coin rising past his shoulder and falling again. he repeats it flawlessly, down to the height of it’s peak. he catches it on his knuckles, registering the ridges as it remains upright across his fingers. the release of air that comes from him mimics relief. it feels like unwinding after a long day. how long has it been since he had taken a moment to calibrate himself? he flicks it to his other hand and catches it between two fingers.

he holds the bit in the palm of his hand. ❝ undoubtedly, ❞ connors agrees as he methodically takes a seat near him, hand smoothing down the front of his suit. he picks apart the sentence and his lip quirks up. ❝ ours are autonomous. most transportation operates on it’s own unless overridden. ❞ sometime while he’s been talking, connor’s started rolling the coin across his knuckles again. he briefly wonders what to make of detroit. where was hank right now? where was markus? ❝ were, ❞ he corrects, frowning slightly. ❝ they were autonomous. ❞

he flips the coin up again without looking at it to clear his mind. ❝ where i’m from was more advanced than most of this city. there’s some parts that are more developed, but it’s still behind compared to detroit. ❞

     “me? aw, no, you ought’a see me with a gun. coin tricks ain’t really my forte -- i’m more like one of them old west gunslingers.” he tips his hat as though it will somehow prove his point, despite just how many centuries outdated his outfits really were. but all his smugness seems to melt away the instant connor picks up the tricks where mccree had left off. he gives  a low, impressed whistle, his eyes watching the coin intently. “well, you didn’t have to go and show off! i was just pullin’ your leg when i said i made it look easy.”

     mccree can only fake offence for so long before he cracks and laughs, a crooked grin returning to his features. there’s a typical competitive fire that’s been sparked in his chest, the desire to best this stranger at something, since coin tricks were apparently out. but it’d probably have to wait ‘til peacekeeper was back, safe and sound.

     “you an american, then?” mccree nods, leaning back in his seat. “guess that figures. don’t sound like you and i are from different worlds. hell, we probably could’ve met before, if i ever had a reason to work in detroit. imagine the odds of that.”

     there’s a brief beat of silence before he seems to remember his manners, reaching his left hand - his cybernetic hand - across himself to extend to the man beside him. 

     “just call me mccree. unless anybody tries to give you trouble here, then you just call me and i’ll come handle it.” he snorts out a laugh at his own dumb joke. “ahh, just jokin’ around. i’m sure you’re plenty able to handle yourself out here. hell, just flick a coin at ‘em and you’ll be fine!”

[deadeeye]

@deadlockcr​ -- cupid shuffle!

     for a few blissful minutes after he sees it in a street vendor’s stall, mccree smiles at the little teddy bear clutching a big red heart to its stomach. he even buys it; along with a brightly-coloured, heart-shaped card to write some stupid, sappy message in. SORRY FOR LEAVING THE GANG BEHIND :) MISS YOU GUYS BUNCHES!, maybe.

     he’s gotten a deep inhale or two of the perfume that seems to have been poured over just about everything at the stall. it’s sweet at first -- and just about one of the best damn things that mccree’s ever smelled. it brings a smile back to his face, makes him feel nostalgic for days gone past despite not recognizing it at all. 

     but on a second inhale, it suddenly goes sharp, bitter, and sour. mccree winces and rubs his nose to get rid of the vile smell. but it’s too late. whatever message he’d been thinking of writing before is completely gone from his memory, and the writing that graces the card instead is an angry: SORRY YOU HAD B.O.B RIP MY ARM OFF CUZ YOU’RE MAD ABOUT NOTHING!!

     it’s terrible, obviously, and somehow manages to top the list of the worst gifts mccree’s ever given out for valentine’s day. it’s even worse still that he decides to go out of his way to find ashe and hand-deliver it to her. it involves sliding into the barstool next to hers, ordering two drinks ( both for himself ), and dumping the aforementioned terrible bear & terrible card into her lap without hesitation.

     “guess they don’t make presents for petty, back-stabbin’ socialites who can’t let go of a grudge.” are the first words out of his mouth after a long, long moment, and he nods vaguely in the direction of the words LOVE YOU BEAR-Y MUCH! sewn into the bright pink heart in the teddy bear’s hands. he polishes off a drink in one gulp and swirls the other in his hand. “makes you a real tough gal to shop for. but i just had to get you somethin’.”

[bitchycode]

next time i’m opening up to someone is my autopsy

[dr-engel]

@deadeeye​.

❝Oh! Jesse! Gott sei Dank! Du bist hier!❞

When Angela thought she’d never know some familiarity in this town, there was Jesse McCree. A gasp of realization. She could easily pick him out in a crowd, his manner of dress, stance, the jingle of spurs and the smell that cigar of his. Quickly following him ( where was he going…? ), the doctor calls out to him. There was only Jesse McCree, and this wasn’t some weird illusion that her brain was cooking up. He held that undeniable cowboy aesthetic! A warm smile graces the gun-slinger. She was glad to have an associate in this weird place.

❝Still as spry as ever, I see. I take it that you’re alright? Not harmed in anyway?❞ Leaning forward slightly, a small, curious frown had overtaken the joyed grin. It’s not like she wasn’t happy, she was! But she always seemed to initiate “doctor-mode” when dealing with any possible patients.

[deadeeye]

     it’s hard not to recognize that voice behind him -- calling out in distinct german for his attention, and for a moment he feels as though he’s back on the battlefield with the good doctor ensuring he’s kept in tip-top condition. those were far from the happiest days of his life, but at least the memory brings a smile back to his face. 

     “well, can’t say i expected to see you here, doc. this place don’t exactly seem like your kinda haunt.” he’s most likely just biased by his own memories, but he struggles to picture angela anywhere but a pristine, sterile medbay. 

     “’course i am! hell, sometimes i think whatever you and moira pumped us full of to keep us all upright is still runnin’ through my veins. ‘sides, i’m no easy man to kill, and i wouldn’t wanna go and die and make your life a whole hell of a lot easier.”

     he laughs despite the somewhat grim memories of ex-allies that conjures. to keep steering the subject further away from them, he steps in to pull angela into a warm hug.

     “aw, i’m just givin’ you a hard time, angie. i’m happier than a dog with two tails, seein’ you again. been too damn long, i missed you!”

[deadeeye]

✮  : ━ FIGHTING HABITS. ❫ Bold what consistently applies. Italicize situational, not always. Cross out what definitely never applies.

DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING … fight honourably   /   fight dirty   /   prefer close-quarters  /  prefer range   /   chat during   /   go silent   /  low pain tolerance  /   high pain tolerance   /   attack in bursts   /   attack steadily   /   go for the kill   /  aim to disarm / fight defensively   /  strike first   /   provoke easily   /   provoke their opponent   /  tease /   get visibly frustrated   /   shout while attacking   /   use strategy /   focus on their battle   /   experience conflicting thoughts during battle   /   rush in recklessly  /   try to read their opponent before fighting  / fight wildly  /  fight calmly / apathetically  /  fight with anger   /   fight with excitement /  fight because they have to  /   fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  /   hide wounds /  take a blow to protect another   /   prefer a blade   /   prefer a gun   /   prefer a bow  /   prefer a shield  /   prefer a spear / naginata   /   prefer a personalized weapon /  prefer magic or spells   /   prefer brawling  /   their greatest weakness is physical   /   their greatest weakness is mental /   their greatest weakness is emotional   /   transform for battle  /   fight as they appear /   rely on strength   /   rely on speed   /   use everything they have /   hide their full potential   /   exhaust quickly   /   high stamina   /   doubt their strength  /   proceed with caution   /   behave arrogantly   /   brag after landing a hit   /   belittle their abilities   /   use psychological tactics /   use brute strength  /   avoid civilians  /   strike down civilians   /   damage surroundings   /   avoid damaging surroundings   /   signature fighting style   /   making it up as they go /   mastered skillset  /   learning their skillset /  fancy footwork  /   sloppy footwork  /   messy fighter /   elegant fighter  /  accept defeat   /  refuse defeat   /  beg for mercy   /   compliment their opponent   /   insult their opponent  / use unnecessary movements   /   move efficiently  /   barely move  /   prefer to dodge   /   prefer to block   /  defend their blindside  /   has no blindside   /   use all available advantages   /   strictly use one main method   /   play around   /   hold back   /   fight ruthlessly /  show mercy  /   wait for opponent to be ready   /   strike when opponent isn’t ready   /   fear death   /   fear pain   /   fear killing   /   has PTSD  /   avoids fighting   /  has lost a fight   /   has won a fight   /  has killed   /   refuses to kill   /   wants to die standing   /   would succumb slowly

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tagging: okay it’s ur turn

[rpmemes-galore]

John Mulaney Quotes   {Sentence Starters}

“That’s illegal.”

“And that’s my WIFE!”

“This is the height of luxury!”

“Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Shut up! You’re all gonna die!“

“Why?…Why do you do this…?“

“I’m new in town and it gets worse.“

“I lived like a goddamn ninja turtle.”

“Oh, we’re gonna freak out so bad.”

“I don’t look older, I just look worse.“

“You know how I’m filled with rage?”

“I need everyone to like me so much!”

“Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.“

“I will pepper in the fact that I am gay.”

“And I said ‘no’… You know, like a liar.”

“Adult life is already so goddamn weird.“

“First off, get out of here with your facts.”

“I think I can get them to budge, let’s go.”

“No! That’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”

“I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.“

“We were little goblins. We were terrible.”

“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all that.“

“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.“

“I was just shiny, and dumb, and easy to trick.”

“I also don’t want me to be doing what I’m doing.“

“You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.“

“Brush your teeth, now BOOM, orange juice! That’s life.”

“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”

“ I’m so horny and angry all the time, and I have no outlet.“

“That’s what I thought you’d say, you dumb fucking horse.”

“She’s a dynamite bitch and she’s the best. She’s my hero.“

“In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”

“Whoa! That tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child!”

“We started chanting, ‘McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s!‘“

“I’ll keep all my emotions right here. And then, one day, I’ll die.“

“Then he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving.“

“Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.”

“Just ‘cause you’re accurate does not mean you’re interesting…”

“I look back on being 17 and think, ‘Oh my God, how did I not die?‘”

“You are never too young to learn our national ‘no snitching’ policy.“

“You know those days when you’re like ‘this might as well happen’?”

“Something happened here. You hope it’s a miracle, but probably not.“

“Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.“

“And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it, and said, ‘It’s perfume.’ And it was.“

“I try to stay optimistic… even though, I will admit, things are getting pretty sticky.”

“I never knew relationships were supposed to make you feel better about yourself.“

“It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them.”

“And everyone else joined in. A hundred drunk, white children yelling ‘fuck da police’!”

“I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting.“

“My vibe is like, ‘hey you could probably pour soup in my lap and I’ll apologize to you’.”

“I am very small and I have no money… so, you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.”

“The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.”

“They terrify me to this day because 8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.“

“I quit drinking because I used to drink too much… then I would black out and I would ruin parties.”

“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”

“College was like a four-year game show called ‘Do My Friends Hate Me or Do I Just Need To Go To Sleep?’“

“Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill that guy for you.”

“I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table.“

[deadeeye]

looks at all the starters i already have to do and instantly looks away again... instead, here’s a call for the cupid shuffle event! i’ll leave it uncapped for right now, although i’ll be a little selective for interactions that i feel will be the most interesting. 

also, please feel free to bring me any and all ideas / plots you have in mind!

[deadeeye]

💔 laughs in nervous

💔 – exes to lovers again

     WHEEZES IN “I DIDN’T EXPECT TO LIKE MCASHE SO MUCH” but pls it’s like. SO good and this specific dynamic is getting me RIGHT IN THE HEART?? please. pl

relationship wishlist meme – accepting!

[loisnclark]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

    do   you   want   a   certain   kind   of   ship   with   my   muse  ?   check   out   the   key   below   &   send   me   a   symbol   to   tell   me   what   kind   of   ship   you   want   !     note  :    my   muse   =   blog   owner’s   muse     /     your   muse   =   sender’s   muses

romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

[halfwayriight]

[deadeeye]

@devianstability​ -- sc.

     the small credit twinkles a golden hue after mccree’s thumb flicks it high into the air. it hadn’t been worth much back home and now here he’d yet to even find a shop willing to accept it, so what did it matter if he tossed it around like it’s nothing? it’s hardly even coin tricks - just flipping and catching it to pass the time and occupy his hands - and yet it’s somehow caught the attention of a nearby stranger.

     “you wanna give it a try, sugar? it’s all yours. but i make it look real easy.” he gladly relinquishes the credit with a confident smile, as if he’d somehow been doing the impossible. “keep it if you want, it ain’t worth a dime here anyway.”

     “you ever feel like you’ve gone back in time?” the question comes somewhat out of the blue -- but while he’s on the topic about this city’s currency, he can’t help but ponder this strange new world he’s found himself in. “i mean, hell, this place’s cars have still got tires. ain’t that strange? i remember when my ma had a truck with rubber wheels on it. the old thing was always tryin’ to fall apart -- y’know, it was probably about 80% duct tape by the time it finally bit the dust.”

[deadeeye]

@sterrenlied​ -- sc.

     “it just don’t seem to sound right anymore, no matter how i play it.” he frowns and plucks at the steel strings of a borrowed acoustic guitar, wincing every few notes. it’s difficult to discern what exactly he’s upset about without the right ear for music -- but there’s a distinct and somewhat unpleasant scraping sound of his prosthetic hand against the strings. “she just don’t sing for me like she used to.”

     mostly mccree is mumbling to himself, not wanting to disturb the small handful of others sharing the university’s music room. however, there is one man nearby who repeatedly catches his attention, although certainly not intentionally. 

     “you know, you look kinda familiar. we met before?” he asks once the man pauses to flip to another page in his sheet music, trying to interrupt his piano playing as little as possible. he absentmindedly toys with the tuning pegs on his guitar. once the realization sets in, however, his eyes narrow. “hold on, now. you ain’t one of them talon fellas, are you? aw, hell. i wasn’t lookin’ for a fight today.”

[deadeeye]

@deadlockcr​ -- sc. 

     there’s no mistaking that woman -- hair as smooth and soft as freshly fallen snow, with eyes and lips a sharp red contrast, like blood spatter against a snowbank. a bad omen, surely; a sign of disaster to come. calamity. 

     “well now, what are the odds of that? us meetin’ again in a place like this.” already he’s got a cigar between his lips and a lighter steadily igniting the end. he’d never say no to a little nicotine, but one could always use a little extra when having to deal with ashe.

     “hope you didn’t come lookin’ to pick a fight, sugar. i’m unarmed.” he pats the space on his hip where his revolver should be sitting. “and you wouldn’t kick ol’ jesse while he’s down, would you? so maybe we can just chat. real civilized-like, if you remember how.”

[deadeeye]

@goshdangdarnit​ -- sc.

     “they took her from me! she was my world, my everything, my darlin’ angel -- and they stole her away!” mccree laments drunkenly, leaning so heavily on the bar in front of him it’s a wonder he doesn’t fall over. “it’s a cruel world, ain’t it?” 

     any assumption that he might be talking about an important woman in his life is squashed the moment one notices the holster in his hands -- removed from his hip and missing the revolver it was crafted for. his earlier wailing had been directed at nobody in particular, but now he spins on his barstool to clutch the leather holster in the general direction of the man sitting next to him.

     “my sweet peacekeeper! gone! hand-tooled by yours truly -- and she never hurt a soul who didn’t have it comin’! how could they just take her from me like that?”