#ashe's thread

[vinodiriso]

McCree smooches Ashe on the cheek. Cue the cheesy grin. "Heh."

@mondxs || mirin is a self-indulgent whore and asks for kisses.

ASHE. ♤

“So bold of ya to assume I’m not a-goin’ to shoot ya in the knee aft’r this…”

“… lucky day, cowboy.”

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@hooksem ♡‘ed for a starter !! 

ASHE. ♤ 

“Honestly can’t believe a pair like you and the Rat has managed to rob Banco de Dorado on ya own.”

Not that Ashe didn’t have impressive stunts to her curriculum, quite some spectacular scores she has carried out in the past, but going that close to LumériCo and getting away with their own skin? Yeah, that was fascinating to the Deadlock gang leader.

“Seen some of the footage and that was quite the escape... not a clean job, o’ course, but still... whopping.”

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❝ i see you. ❞ ( @ ashe. )

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ASHE. ♤

“Shut da hell up, Chief.”

Ashe wasn’t in the mood to get lectured. Not that night. Not from him. She had taken her bike out for a spin in the middle of the desert, sand brushing against her, messing with her hair, the wind turning her bob into a disheveled mess. She needed to take her head outta that operation.

It was Cary’s fault for messing up, not hers. She knew it. They had clear instructions to follow, but they didn’t, and they ended up dead --- well, injured, but Ashe had the other members to take out of that bank-about-to-turn-rathole first. She preferred the life of 6 of her men over the single life of a knucklehead, because she thought she had ENOUGH TIME. She didn’t --- because the moment B.O.B. got out of the building with Missy and Freckles on his shoulders, everything collapsed on Cary. She had failed him. She had lost him.

‘I ain’t leavin’ any of mah men behind, got it? I’m first in, last out --- aight? Now, let’s get muvin’.’

Except that time she had left a comrade to die --- they did mess up, but she was supposed to protect them. And she didn’t. She couldn’t skip past that easily, even if she didn’t dare to show it.

“Shut da hell up and go to sleep. I ain’t got nuttin’ to talk to you ‘bout.”

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@technotranquility ♡’d for a starter!!

ASHE. ♤

It was B.O.B.'s idea to go watch these omnic monks preachin' 'bout equality, respect, fraternity. It wasn't like Ashe didn't believe in their cause, she did, after all B.O.B. was more of a parent to her than old Eddie and that other wench, but in her book respect was given when gained. A weak wasn't worthy of any respect.

While she was looking through the crowd to make sure there were no open threats to that evening of gathering, she spotted a bald, metallic head. She pushed two kids making out in front of her to get a better look: yeah, she did see it right, that guy was floating! And that wardrobe... she was familiar with it.

"Hey, ain't ya one of 'em Shambali's? Shouldn't ya be on the stage, preachin' like ya know plumb better?"

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@herbounty /// continued from here.

ASHE. ♤

Ashe knew she had to watch her tongue around there. It was a territory where Deadlock had little to no power, where her face was not plastered on the wanted posters all around the city and where she evoked a hella lot less fear; B.O.B did insist in accompaning her for her binge-drinking, but Ashe just shook his worry off. She could have made a mess with Viper in less that 30 seconds if something went terribly wrong.

Yet, as she saw that angel coming from the bar door, she could not resist. What a sight for sore eyes; a gorgeous goddess with a halo of flame-red hair. She was weak for pretty women, so weak. And those legs, God almighty!, that goddess could have those wrapped around her all night long.

Sure, she could see the mark on her thigh and, again, tried to remind herself to be cautious. But those crimson lips... oh, Liz, always the same, aren’t ya? After all, her Deadlock tattoo too was out in the open.

“The name is Ashe, ma’am. Unfortunately, not customary folk ‘round here, or I would’a offered ya a drink way sooner. And what would it be ya name, shug? Care to share it with me?”

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GROOT.​

His glance stays on that strange white-haired woman. The next second, however, as he sees some odd movements from the corner of his eyes, Groot turns his head and stares at BOB.

The twig tilts his head and it seems as if he’s raising an eyebrow high, despite not having any. Again, his eyes return to that woman. “I am Groot.” Small arm raises up, hand points at her head. This is such a strange shape. Her hat obscured her head shape.

“I am Groot…” Maybe she’d look prettier - or at least normal - without this ugly thing.

ASHE. ♤

“Ah! What’s up wid dat, buddy? Wanna snatch mah hat? No no. A cowgirl should never take dat off, ha!”

Ashe adjusted the garment better on her head. It was a matter of pride, you know? That was the way it worked around there: none dared to take Ashe’s hat. She was so damn jealous of that thing she had shot one of her men in the knee when she saw him wearing it. Nope. The hat stayed on.

B.O.B signaled Groot to quit it. Ashe could get veeery upset if someone threw a jab at her fashion sense. It was probably an old habit of when she was still a socialite, the daughter of Eddie and Gillian.

“If ya want, there gotta be some other hats in the storage. Maybe B.O.B can fetch one for ya?”

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ASHE. ♤

The bar was louder than usual, that night.

Ashe looked up at the man sat on the stool next to her, swiveling her golden-coloured whiskey as a smirk rested on her ivory white visage. He was a tall, handsome fellow, that for sure, and that frown of his was as intimidating as it was appealing; eyes sunken in his face spoke of terrible sins and the austere line of his nose was a perfect complement to the ghastly-looking scars carved in his flesh, some deeper than others.

She knew his face like she knew the back of her hand, ‘cause she had caressed it countess times, her nails had traced the contour of his features, of his muscles, of his sharp, shattered edges. A creature of fault and pain was he, his stabbing glances had struck down endless ill-intentioned foes, his malevolent scowl had men twice her size shuddering in fear. But her, oh, she was his EXCEPTION. There were no ugly looks for her, nor surly glances. Only longing gazes and pampering kisses. Arguments, oh, for sure... only to make peace after, possibly in one of their beds.

Ashe’s lover was a terrible man; luckily, his belle was a villanious woman. It rarely got better than that.

She made her way into his arms, between his spreaded knees: he was still sat, she decided to stand up. With a cat-like smile, she robbed Chief’s glass from his grip. She had no idea what he was drinking, but she liked the smell (judging from that, it was a liquor of some sort); she took a generous sip, letting her tongue absorbe and be absorbed by the taste. She smacked her lips in appreciation. Her crimson lipstick left a burning stain on the edge of the glass, a stain that was soon mirrored on the crook of his neck via a relentless, breathy kiss. He smelled like heaven.

“Seems like ya have some good tastes, Chief,” Ashe teased John, whispering against his throat, “not that I shoulda had any doubts about that.”

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“Don’t forget this. I don’t need a memento.” ( any muse of your choice. )

@mythicamber || meme.

ASHE. ♤

“Huh?”

Ashe was bottoning up her shirt after their night together. She stayed at his place, of course, and they had been drinking a little, of course, and of course they ended up in his bed together, making the best sex one could possibly desire. He still had all her lipstick on his neck and his chest, hickeys covering all of his exposed (and not exposed) body, sign of her teeth everywhere on him— not that he had spared her any bite or pinch, he was as mean as she was, and she loved it.

Now, what Chief was presenting her was her lipstick, probably rolled out of her purse when they had dropped it the night before. She hadn’t really noticed it coming out, nor that it was resting on the floor under his table.

She stepped closer to him, taking the little thing from his fingers and gazing at it, thinking back of the night before. chief, chief, ah, please, more, more, chief—her red eyes raised to meet his and she was already smirking, dirty, bad girl. Chief really got the worst out of her, didn’t he. Thankfully he loved her when she was being a bad bitch.

“Damn sure ya don’t, big boy. I gave ya plenty of mementos, didn’t I?”