#forgiviing

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forgiviing replied to your post:Sticks m leggy out

latches onto the legy

I have caught a dreggy with my leggy

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    genji heard the approaching creature before     anything else, & felt the heat shortly there–     after. genji chose pointedly not to turn–––not     immediately, thereby forcing mccree to ask     him for the attention he so desired––––the     attention he’d be happy to give.

    oh, but he’d make him WORK for it first. genji     let his weight topple back so he’d unceremo–     niously fall onto the beast. he let out a melo–     dramatic g r o a n, form going limp.

    ❝ i think i’ve lost mobility in my arms… i     may not be able to use my claws as they’re     intended to…. ❞

{∴} – Nudging his muzzle against the small of the others back he let out a huff before he was suddenly being toppled onto. Letting out a whine he wormed about, trying to get from underneath the other man in one way or another. Once he’d managed to wriggle Genji onto the ground the large wolf like form soon lays beside the man, resting a large paw on the center of his chest.

[koueii-blog]

@forgiviing STEPS INTO THE DOJO.

For a moment it feels as though he’ll choke on his words should he try to speak, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles pale. Hanzo would sooner ward off hoards of the Shimada warriors that wanted his head than find himself trapped in one of these conversations. Where conflicting emotions threatened to spill at any moment && he found himself unsure if he would lose his temper or fall into despair.

But he had to say something --- there was so little he knew about who he hesitated to call brother. && even if he’d deemed himself irredeemable, unworthy of the forgiveness Genji would so willingly give, a part of him still ached, still yearned to right his wrongs. && this fractured relationship would never be eased while Hanzo could not even bring himself to look upon the cyborg.

He wet his lips tentatively, his mouth left uncomfortably dry by nerves.

               ❝ So --- Just... how much of you now is...ROBOTIC? ❞

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❛ you do not deserve ice cream. ❜ BY

                              ‘   what the hell ? sorry, who the hell are you ? my dad ? i’m going to have ice cream   &   you can’t stop me, genji.   ’

♥︎  ⌞GC STARTERS || ACCEPTING⌝

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@forgiviing

though no FORMAL dare was put forth ( if such a thing even existed ), the “ do it! “s & various other calls of encouragement that followed the hushed silence served well enough as an implicit dare. genji let his chin be lifted up, expression hidden under that visor, & allowed his own silence draw out for a moment so he might appear to be considering. he was being coy.

the faux-consideration only lasted a heart beat or two, however. genji put his hands to the back of his helmet to undo the clasps securing his visor in place, &, after a hiss of locks releasing, removed the protective cover. he pushed it gently into mccree’s free hand so he might use both of his own, & placed them on either side of the cowboy’s scruffy jawline. with only enough pressure exerted to suggest ( but in no way FORCE ), genji guided mccree down to his level & let their lips hover just centimeters apart.

❝ i say why not? ❞ with a smile, he closed the gap.

{∴} – It was always hard to tell what expression was hidden by that visor, even when he was stood so close to the man. As worrying as that could be McCree didn’t let it phase him, his eyes still focused on Genji as he waited.

With the hiss of the others helmet the cowboy raised an eyebrow but accepted the visor with no complaint, only sparing a short glance to it before his eyes were catching the others. The hands on the sides of his face led him down, to which he happily obliged. His own  hand then curved upwards to cup Genji’s cheek just as their lips connected.

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@forgiviing

❝ hnn—? ❞ so unfamiliar anymore was bare skin against bare skin that it, if only for a moment, startled genji. he peeked around the book he held, catching a glimpse at the idle fingers tracing over scar-ruined skin normally concealed under metal & polymer. his stomach. ( what was LEFT of it. )

a smile curved genji’s lips. he could live with this outcome: with being comfortable enough to be around mccree while parts of his shell were gone & being cleaned—even lying across his lap sans-shell, & with mccree being accepting enough to thoughtlessly run his fingers over what little humanelements remained.

❝ that tickles, ❞ he said, but nothing suggested he wanted mccree to cease. genji simply adjusted himself in the cowboy’s lap & went back to his reading.

{∴} – McCree himself had fallen into a light  daydream, mind drifting aimlessly as he was sat with the other against him. As it wandered so did his fingers, fingertips dancing over  unguarded skin without hesitation. He had no reason to hesitate.

As the other spoke up the cowboy blinked, raising an eyebrow to show he was listening just before a smile curved the corners of his lips. His fingers paused for a moment, head tilting ever so slightly to the side before the movement  picked up again, figures of eight and swirls being traced over free skin. It was nice to see that Genji was comfortable enough to relax and simply enjoy the small connection.

“It ain’t botherin’ you though..is it?”

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@forgiviing

thoughts adrift snapped back to the present with the proposed question, prompting genji to first look to mccree, then to the half-eaten plate of food he’d been absentmindedly nudging around. the good doctor zeigler’s words rang in his ears, telling him he needed to eat, but food just wasn’t…appetizing. not when he couldn’t TASTE it.

genji snapped his chopsticks together & pushed the plate in mccree’s direction, then let his chin rest on propped-up hands.

❝ i do not think i will. you may have it, my friend. ❞

{∴} – A soft chuckle leaves his lips but the cowboy is soon pushing the plate back over, lips pulled into a slight smile that creases the corners of his eyes.

“A lil’ birdy told me t’ keep an eye on you, tha’s all....said to make sure yer doin’ alright. So I intend on doin’ jus’ that.”

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❝ wake up–––you were hyperventilating. are you okay? ❞

      it’s a DAZE of withering bleak memories, receding from the forefront of his mind like ink on glass, sinking deeper into a single crack that’s formed in his psyche. the reality of his situation comes to light, it takes him a moment to form anything akin to language. muttering in hushed Spanish, he rubs his right eye with the heel of his palm, his other in a vice-- wait. 

      brown eyes glance up, towards the soft glow of the cyborg’s helm, and he lets out a sigh, his metal digits releasing their grip on his wrist. deep breaths. calm yourself, you’re shit for everything when you wake up. cut it out, do better. 

      his heart screams at a horrifying pace in his chest.

       “ yeah, yeah, i’m.... “                                       lying, mostly.                                        I saw them again                                       I saw her again. 

                                        “ ... i’ll be fine, promise ”