✉️ My tag is #my f/os on my blog, could you choose anyone from there please?? (You may need to scroll a bit!) I hope I’m doing this right!! (Thank you so so much ahhh) -@saturngoat
Dearest Cass,I must admit that I’m at a bit of a loss as to how to properly convey the feelings I wish to share with you. If you were to ask me to show you how much I cared for you, I could easily do that. Chilled glasses of plum wine for us both to drink as we lay in the grass and admired the stars glimmering alongside the full moon, both trying to compete with the other. A colorful sea of fireworks during a hot, humid, and yet, still wonderful summer night as we held each other’s sweaty hands. A chain of letters, with all but the first one hidden, in wonderful, secret places guaranteed to full up your memories, all with little gifts inside, leading you to me, where I would confess that, yes, I was your secret admirer, the one who’s heart you so skillfully stole!I could think of a thousand gestures that showed my feelings for you. But..you wanted a love letter so that you could always remember what my feelings were for you at this particular moment, in my own words. And so..I shall try to tell you what my feelings are for you (though I have to apologize in advance for my blunt way of describing and phrasing my emotions. Much as I loathe to admit it, Genji is far better at these things than I am).
I love you, my dear. You’re headstrong and kind..like an Oracle born from the ocean to tame the sea serpents that lurk beneath the waves. You certainly have the strength of the sea, to keep fighting alongside us and not complain. I don’t understand what it was that drew you to me, but, whatever it was, I’m glad that you decided to stay by my side, come hell or high water.
You didn’t put up with my cold manners, my aloofness towards other people. While McCree might have been warm and kind, hoping to coax me out of my shell and bad habits, you sought to draw me out of there, shooting and screaming if you had to. I think I did threaten you a couple of times (which seems ridiculous now, looking back on it), and each time, you refused to back down, to leave me to my solitude, since you said you were curious about me. For some reason, you said that you wanted to be my friend, and that..that always stayed my hand, no matter how enraged I was before.The mere fact that there was someone else out there who stubbornly wanted to connect with me and did not care if they got shot in their ass was enough to make me pause, even if I could not fully digest that knowledge and all that it meant until later.When I got drunk in front of you and bemoaned some of my decisions, my guilt and regrets, you were warm and kind, and yet, firm with me. You held me and said that there was still hope for me, that there was still a future and time for me to redeem myself and fend off my guilt, but you did not say that I had not done anything wrong. You didn’t try to pretend that my conscious was clean, and I respected you for it, both when I was drunk and when I was sober.And before I knew it (and much to the amusement of Genji and Zenyatta, I’m sure), that respect that become a foundation for the love I hold for you now. Somewhere, in between all of your wonderful, dry jokes, your excellent marksmanship and sparring abilities, and the way you try to recite poetry whenever a certain feeling strikes you, all with a warm, otherworldly look on your face, I fell in love with you, my Oracle. My little wave.Love,Hanzo.