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Reaper & Ana aesthetics as requested by @banefulhcllfire​

[anathesniper]

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[I hope you don’t mind that I did Gabe instead of Reaper?]

The man sprawled out on the couch was most likely going to have back pain in the morning. Laying atop of the pillows and blankets that had been left there by Fareeha; he seemed to have just thrown himself down on the closest, softest bed like object. She tuts, trying to drag the obtrusions out from under him and trying to reposition the limbs without waking the larger man. 

Once he was actually situation on the couch, she tucks a blanket around him. Staying only long enough to fold the remaining blankets and tidy up the room, she turns to leave.

“May you find a peaceful sleep.” She says softly, turning off the ceiling light.

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Gabriel. Fucking. Reyes. The nerve. The nerve on that man! One could perhaps argue if there even was an ounce of humanity within him, considering the way his body was capable of vaporizing into the thin air like liquid smoke. He was a ruthless killer and a mercenary whom held no honor of any sorts. Fareeha hadn’t even understood to begin with on why he’d succeeded in causing such discomfort towards her mother, as well as Jack. They'd either go strangely quiet at the mention of him, clearly hiding something. Fareeha had expected a numerous of things, but not him. How dare he show some slight humanity in him, too! She felt his breath against her skin, felt his embrace, saw the notorious killer leave his tools of blood to the side so she could mourn his fate. Granted, she hadn’t exactly come out of that fully unscathed, for the nasty bump she’d gained to the back of her head from his little stunt hurt like hell. It has been almost two months, and Fareeha couldn’t let a damn thing go. She’d gone through numerous of events in regards of replaying her discovery within her head. She’d gone from livid to confused, to curious to misery, to grief and back to anger. And what’s worse? The bastard had gone under ever since he was revealed. He’d been much easier to track before, but now? It was like he was avoiding her. She wasn’t having any of that. Her plan was one of insanity, but as well as an necessity. She’d taken the liberties of heading out from Gibraltar to Italy, having made her way in a car rather than grabbing attention with public transportation, let alone her own jet. Of course, her choice of transportation also meant that she was forced to leave the armour back and behind. She wasn’t helpless, of course. She wore a firm bullet-vest beneath her black trenchcoat, as well as carrying some proper weaponry in her duffel-bag. But what really made it a questionable one was her planned method in luring out the Reaper. Winston and Ana were going to lose it for if they were to ever find out, but Fareeha had brought in an ear-piece - a rather old model, something that the former agents had used. She switched the frequencies around, opening the comms just subtly enough so that they could be caught by anyone looking for them hard enoug, but it wasn’t going to be easy. It was a trap and she needed to make it look like one. She’d left it at one of the corners at the warehouse, having positioned herself at the very roof, looking down from the latch in a crouch with a pistol in her hand. There had only been possible sightings of the hooded, masked man in the area, alongside with some other agents of the Talon, but it was hard to be sure of it. Fareeha was sure that if he truly were around, he’d show up. She’d learned that his hatred for Overwatch was too overwhelming for him to pass a situation like this up.

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Goodbye, cruel world. @banefulhcllfire is about to fucking destroy me with our thread. Help me lord.

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My favourite thing right now is getting some serious RP scene going on where a VERY angry Fareeha confronts Reaper, knowing he’s Gabriel at this point, after a very salty first meeting. She’d fuck drop-kick his enforcers down, step to him and just go;

“PU-TA!”

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    Sixty maybe seventy? He had lost count of the amount          of times his fist made contact with the dummy, every blow          pulling the stitching holding it together a little further apart.          It was not enough-Not nearly enough to force down this          feeling deep in his chest that would not go away. It felt          like a hand had a hold of his heart and it was squeezing          tighter and tighter until he could barely breath.

      “ WHY!” He screamed to himself, the empty room returning          the question off its barren walls. “ Why Jack!? Why! ” The          training doll tore after a solid strike, crumpling to the ground          with a loud crack. Gabriel wasted no time turning his          aggression to the next one, pivoting with the precision of          a trained killer.

         “ Everything I did-Everything I worked for- ” The emotion          cut his voice in half, the rest unspoken. It only took one          solid kick to send the dummies head flying off its body,          and it began to fall over. The enraged man followed it          to the ground, pounding his fists into the depleting stuffing          until they hit the hard ground. Even then he did not stop,          the onslaught continued even though red rolled down          his forearms and began stain the fabric of his victim.

    He’s going to get everything.

         After a few seconds his momentum slowed, and his arms          too weak to continue. There was a moment of assessment          before he fell on top of it, sitting with his head in his hands.

    I’m going to be forgotten.

         Nails dug into his forehead as his rage was giving way to          grief, angry tears welled in his eyes and his breaths heaved          out uneven spurts.

She shouldn’t have gone back. She knew it all too well, but she had given in - an easy prey falling to the claws of regrets and memories untamed. Ana had met Gabriel again - after five years apart, after five years believing he too was dead in the fire of combat, though she knew better than anyone that death could be cheated more easily than the majority of people assumed. She had walked away alive from their first, and second reunion. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get out of this one; but she felt she had no choice.

She couldn’t let Gabriel down. Not again. 

“Gabriel.” She had seen him angry before - back in their more heroic days, back when they were the legends people looked up to still. Today, what were they? Ghosts of the past, remnants of a glorious enterprise that ended in shatters. From the shadows emerged her own, unnoticed and silent. His anger, his rage, his despair. This was new. And it scared her. Fear wasn’t something Ana experienced much these days, but witnessing Reaper’s contained rage and violence against Jack, against himself? It was terrifying. Because it was proof again that there was still something left of Gabriel Reyes - and that this Gabriel Reyes was in unspeakable pain.

“Gabriel.” She spoke again once the fit of rage was over - motioning towards the bent silhouette. Ignoring the torn dummies, she crouched down by his side, gloved hand reaching out from under her cap; laying on his tensed shoulder. “Look at me, Gabriel. For God’s sake, talk to me.” Maybe he would talk to her. Maybe he would kill her in a spontaneous reflex. It was a risk worth taking. Maybe she was a fool hanging onto the dead - but she wanted to believe, she needed to believe. That Gabriel Reyes could still be found. 

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@banefulhcllfire​ (Are you ready for a lovely reunion? Me neither.)

She found him. Months after their last and fateful encounter - she finally found him. It had taken time of course, and a lot of ingeniosity to track Reaper down without Jack noticing. Since their rather unexpected reunion, the former Strike Commander and his former second-in-command were barely apart anymore, striking together like they once used to. But Ana knew Jack, and she was resourceful. Ultimately, she had managed to use their sabotage and investigation missions to collect intelligence and information regarding the whereabouts of Talon and their deadliest executive agent. 

Sneaking out had been another matter, but thankfully he hadn’t even noticed the sleepdart. By the time he’d wake up, she would either be back or... Well. She preferred to put these considerations away for now. 

Gabriel Reyes was dead. Or so she had thought for a long time, but it seemed that none of the founding members of Overwatch really enjoyed being dead. Not fully dead, at least. For if Gabriel obviously was still there, Ana couldn’t tell just how alive he really was. A shiver went down her spine at the memory of his face - she quickly shook it off. Focus, Ana. 

Dark headscarf covering silky white hair, she sneaked behind a pillar and shot two sleepdarts at the agents guarding the door. They collapsed on the floor with a quiet thump - seconds later, Ana’s small silhouette slided into the room. Finger on the trigger of her Biotic Rifle. 

“Gabriel?” She kept her voice low, but steady and stern. He was here. She could feel it. And this time, he would not escape before they had a proper chat.