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Overwatch Challenge: (1/6) Favourite Offense

I know you come here every year, on the same day.

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Overwatch maps - Hanamura.

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burdentocarry.

past. it does not feel like the past for hanzo, not when his past, his guilt, is standing in front of him. not when the last ten years has been stripped clean from bone, and suddenly he is young again; full of resentment, heavy with the weight of responsibility, shouldering what was to be expected of him. overwhelmed. threadbare.

straightening his head and posture from the sink hole his thoughts have pushed him into, he watches his brother approach, and feels numb when that cool palm once again finds his shoulder like it first did in hanamura. the urge to shake it off is strong, but he grits his teeth against it. bites these flares of agitation at the quick. he will bare it. he will try. 

             ❛ fun. ❜ he says it like it offends him, scoffing, as if the mere idea is preposterous. ❛ i doubt there is fun to be found on this rock. ❜ gibraltar’s dust still cakes his lungs, but the sea on the breeze… the taste of salt… it is hard to find complaints about it.  

hanzo looks away from the blank visor and down to Storm Bow in his grip.  ❛ however, if memory serves me right, you never had issues. ❜

not for the first time, genji wishes that he could express more emotion. the body he was given has restrictions, with only his voice to truly communicate. his brother, despite having all the tools that genji desired, chose to throw them aside. to instead be bitter and cold, then hot and scalding, but never warm.

      genji could remember when his brother used to smile.

and he would smile now, too, if his torn and boiled lips weren't hidden behind steel and padding. never often, would hanzo bring up something of his past. their past.

      ‘ ...you remember, ’ genji comments after a pause, removing his hand like some sort of reward for hanzo's patience. never would he guess that he would be doing so, in his earlier years. but those were over. genji never could dismiss a challenge of memories,

      ‘ what of when you had a few drinks, brother? surely, you also recall your... amusement at far less than a "rock" such as this. ’ perhaps it was for the best, that he could no longer smile.

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   ‘ what do you MEAN you removed my collection of tea?? ’

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im th’ worst but im here now so??

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Or to anyone else, really.

I know shit’s been tense but I wish you’d stop acting so fucking weird.

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          it’s so BRIGHT up here. the air feels fresh and the room is spacious —— yet it’s still not enough to sweeten mishti’s soured mood. ❝ i don’t see how sitting in a room with tiny trees and an even TINIER man is gunna help me do my job. ❞

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        the OBVIOUS chance to remind his new student of the fact that his age and experience leaves few short jokes that could surprise him is left alone, because for all the BARK given, he wouldn’t bite. instead, while she remains in her anger on the padded mat, he moves to resume his position; foot, carefully centered on the smooth floor; hands, folded upward together against his chest in what would be prayer. he INHALES.

          ❝ it HELPS because your supervisor said it would, ms. mckeen. you’re too focused on the aggression in your job. we’re here, ❞   exhale, hands raising above his head,  ❝ to help you relax. ❞     and maybe, the quirk of a SMILE,  ❝ if you CAN, that is. ❞

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❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞ (brother help me 2 get laid)

at first he is not even sure he heard genji properly, so there is a noticeable delay while his brain cards through what was said and then processed. 

           … and then it clicks. 

there is no hesitation: holding genji’s gaze ( brown eyes to electric green LEDs ), hanzo reaches to the side and smashes his thumb on the keypad attached to the wall. the door swishes shut. the lock clicks into place. 

he will be switching out his ritualistic tea for spiked coffee this morning.

a hundred random starters. //: accepting.

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hanzo: my soul is never calm, always a constant battle... the burden of my brother's death, and rebirth, at my hands, leaves a scar on my being that i will never repay. i am forever tortured by--

genji: brother.

hanzo:

genji: you need to get laid.

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         ❛ what would you have me do then ?? sit around, twiddle my thumbs ?? meditate ?? ❜ that final word cuts off his tongue like a curse, spat on the ground between them. frustration overtakes him like the switch of tides : washes, drowns, pulls him under. 

… the bow is lowered. he will not turn another weapon onto genji in anger for as long as his lungs drag in breath. 

the way hanzo shifts on his feet, his eyes darting between genji and the dummy ( and in the haze of irritation, his mind humorously supplies : is there even a difference ?? ), it is clear he is indecisive. whether he should truly stop or let stubbornness dictate his actions like it usually does.

but his quiver IS beginning to feel light… 

        ❛ i do not like this. we could be planning the next mission. we could be training as a team so we are better prepared, going over what we did wrong in dorado. this — ❜ hanzo’s teeth flash when he grimaces. ❛ is a WASTE. ❜ 

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over and over, genji’s mind is immediately supplying the answer he does not give: yes, meditate. find peace. your body can only take so much; your soul is tired, brother.

but he doesn’t. he can’t. it would only infuriate hanzo further. and that truly would be a waste of both their time. later, perhaps.

so instead, he falls into the role his brother has given him; the pacifist. he would find the title funny, for all he’s done up until his current point. ‘ you can never repair what’s already past, brother, ’ a tilt of his helmet, showing the only expression he can, ‘ agreed, we can only prepare, but we each do so in our own ways. ’

if hanzo wished to directly confront certain... members of the... assemble they consorted with, then genji wouldn’t stop him. there was, however, a chance...

no longer in the line of fire (again), genji steps forward, steps light until he is an arm’s length away from his brother; an arm length taken, as he reaches without hesitation to set the textured palm on hanzo’s uncovered shoulder. skin, to what genji has been told feels like studded leather.

      ‘ you don’t have to always think of combat, you know. it’s expected of me to say, brother, but... have some fun. ’

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a flash of florescent green, and the taste of cool metal touches his throat. when his adam’s apple bobs, he swears he is swallowing the blade whole.

          ❛ i will not ask that. ❜ his death, while he is deserving of it, will never be brought on because he willingly asked. it will be pried from the clutch of his fingers, taken by force. punishment and pride come hand in hand for hanzo : his head is held too high to simply roll over and expose his vulnerable belly, and yet he has deprived himself of everything he sees as a luxury. and even then, it is not enough. 

briefly, hanzo’s lips press into a thin line. there is a war waging within his dark eyes, and the dragons stir the pot of his unease, shifting under his skin.

❛ you came to me and said there was something more expected from me. ❜ he does not look down at the weapon, nor at the one wielding it. blind to the danger, but not ignorant of it.  ❛ i am here to… ❜ hanzo frowns, grasping for the right word and falling just short of it.  ❛ i am here to repay what i stole. ❜  

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many answers-- no, genji will admit; many excuses for the wrong done is what he expected from hanzo. his body is no longer human but his mind; there are wolves circling his field of green grass and blue sky. his master would chastise him for allowing them to disturb his inner peace, if only for a moment.

but a moment is all that his brother needs, words falling from his lips but not without held purpose. genji’s fingers shift a hairline along the handle of his blade. forever he could have stayed, balancing his brother’s life along the blade. as hanzo had done his.

abruptly, he straightens, pulls back, sheathes his weapon, stands tall. no matter what hanzo tells himself; there is a battle for death in his soul. it begs for death, hanzo’s or another, it doesn’t matter. it would beg for death until it wished for life.

       ‘ you can never repay what was taken, hanzo, ’ a careful choice of words, ‘ at least, not to me. ’ it’s a constant awareness, that his brother avoids sight or thought of his new existence. genji would not admit it had become more of a worry than his body at all. look at me.

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i now have too many (450+) art icons and i’m FUCKED.

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