My shots find their mark.

Indie Ana Amari from Overwatch, both younger and older. Penned by Cress.

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sniperknowsbest:

<<🔫<<  "I’m an old woman, I can say things like that. You, though, you are still a young woman. People listen to your every word and judge you for it. They did with me.”

She took a sip from her mug, sitting up on the couch.

“Fareeha, I wanted to talk to you. Off of the battlefield, where you can take to the skies and keep a distance from your mother.”

—≪ ⏳ ≫ “Not this again… If this is about my wishes and the applications I’ve sent in, nothing you say will sway me. We’ve fought over this for years.”

     She just wanted peace today. It had been hell out there. She had dodged enough bullets. Now she had to deal with her mother that was going to lecture her again and again.

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

<<🔫<< “You know if you were accepted, you’d no longer be allowed to participate in any other military in the world. Daughter, this isn’t me being protective. At least, not in the way you think I am.” Ana leaned forward, staring intently at her daughter.

“We are no longer the glorious group we once were, Ibnah. We are for all intents and purposes asking to be imprisoned simply for existing any longer. I have no intention of making my daughter an outlaw. What kind of mother would I be?”

[spideronlacroix-blog]

sniperknowsbest:

<<🔫<< “No, this isn’t a pleasant conversation. This is about what happened to you. I remember the kind young woman tagging along after Gerard. I was friends with the man, he didn’t deserve the fate he was dealt. I’m sure you agree, no matter what you’ve been told.

She raised her hand again, only this time, instead of slapping the woman, she put her hand on her cheek, tenderly.

“When you were first taken, I was one Gerard asked to find you and bring you home. And I failed, miserably. I am sorry, aleaziz. It is my fault you have become what you are, and it haunts me every waking hour.”

This again.

“My hands are not the only ones stained with my husband’s blood.” Amelie returned. “All of Talon’s, all of Overwatch’s, every agent who came to ‘save me’. Your hands are as bloody as mine.” She continued to refute.

 She felt something. Anger? The aging woman had made her angry? Was it over Gerard? Was it how Ana seemed to speak as if she knew her husband better? The questions gave rise to a headache. It wasn’t long after that she found a pounding pain in her chest. To feel to this degree. To feel so much that it physically hurt.

 A hand was raised now. Coming to rest upon her chest. The pain needed to stop.

 “Gerard was-No.” She cut her insult off half way. “Mon mari was a talented agent. That’s why Talon invested in the only talent they found capable of eradicating their biggest threat.”

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<<🔫<< “That’s what I’m saying, dear. I failed you, so miserably. Amelie, you deserved a better hand, you deserved to be happy with Gerard. Talon was not simply eliminating Gerard, they were hurting Overwatch personally. They were breaking apart our family. When we were younger, the two of us . . . when you were my student. Teaching you the way of a sniper, how to aim, how to concentrate and relax . . . it was in a way an escape for me in the middle of a horrible war. I treasured every moment of those lessons, my darling pupil.”

She walked forward, putting her hand on top of the woman’s.

“I ask for no forgiveness, that would be selfish of me. This is an old, tired woman’s request. Let me finish my mission. Let me save you, like I was supposed to, Amelie.”

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—≪ ⏳ ≫ “Says the one who has said a lot naughtier things than I. As for this? I was just out training. Lay off.”

     Who even let her in?

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

<<🔫<<  "I’m an old woman, I can say things like that. You, though, you are still a young woman. People listen to your every word and judge you for it. They did with me.”

She took a sip from her mug, sitting up on the couch.

“Fareeha, I wanted to talk to you. Off of the battlefield, where you can take to the skies and keep a distance from your mother.”

[spideronlacroix-blog]

sniperknowsbest:

<<🔫<<  “Watch your tongue. I’m not too much older than you, Amelie. And I’m sure that those clothes are the height of fashion in a Talon brainwashing facility.”

Maybe that was a little underhanded, but she hardly cared. Amelie had killed Gerard, for the love of everything.

She raised her hand as a fit of rage overtook her, intent on slapping the woman across the face, then sighed, putting her hand down.

“And no, before you say anything. This isn’t about the eye.”

 “Actually the height of Talon fashion is currently ugly holiday sweaters.” Amelie openly admitted. “If this isn’t about the fact that you have an eye out for me then what is this about. Surely this isn’t a pleasure conversation.” She continued on.

 She was openly mocking the woman at this point, but there was still the age card to play.

 “You’re almost double my age.” She corrected. “I hear museums are hiring for new exhibits. Dinosaure.”

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

<<🔫<< “No, this isn’t a pleasant conversation. This is about what happened to you. I remember the kind young woman tagging along after Gerard. I was friends with the man, he didn’t deserve the fate he was dealt. I’m sure you agree, no matter what you’ve been told.

She raised her hand again, only this time, instead of slapping the woman, she put her hand on her cheek, tenderly.

“When you were first taken, I was one Gerard asked to find you and bring you home. And I failed, miserably. I am sorry, aleaziz. It is my fault you have become what you are, and it haunts me every waking hour.”

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sniperknowsbest:

@spideronlacroix

<<🔫<< “And you, Amelie. What the hell do you think you’re wearing? I thought your clothing was much more tasteful than this.”

 “My clothes are the height of fashion at home.” Amelie scoffed. “Not that you’d understand, you’ve been under a rock in the desert. Crawl back to your Sphinx.”

 With her remarks came a smug smile. Then another thought came to mind, one she couldn’t keep to herself.

“Les vieilles sorcières devraient mourir tranquillement.”

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

<<🔫<<  “Watch your tongue. I’m not too much older than you, Amelie. And I’m sure that those clothes are the height of fashion in a Talon brainwashing facility.”

Maybe that was a little underhanded, but she hardly cared. Amelie had killed Gerard, for the love of everything.

She raised her hand as a fit of rage overtook her, intent on slapping the woman across the face, then sighed, putting her hand down.

“And no, before you say anything. This isn’t about the eye.”

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

@spideronlacroix

<<🔫<< “And you, Amelie. What the hell do you think you’re wearing? I thought your clothing was much more tasteful than this.”

[rainingjustiice-blog]

"Fareeha, dear, I know why you hate pink."

—≪ ⏳ ≫ “Mother. I know you do. I know damn well, why you do.”

[sniperknowsbest-blog]

<<🔫<< “Daughter, watch your language. I thought I raised you better than that. And what are you even wearing? Put on some decent clothes.”