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@spursandscopes​ continued form x

Dark eyes slide over to peek at Xio, but she’s looking down at her device. [SMS] –> X:  What if it wasn’t meant for someone elese? [SMS] –> X:  *else [SMS] –> X:  You gonna tell the boss on me, or kick my ass?

Her lips curl up in a faint smile, probably invisible to anyone else.

[ SMS : Spurs ❤️️ ] You’ll just have to tell me and find out won’t you?

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( . Y . ). ( ❤️, spursandscopes )

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[ Saved: Drafts : Spurs ❤️ ] Jesse, I’m right next to you. Wh

[ SMS : Spurs ❤️ ] This had better not have been meant for someone else.

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“I love the way your face lights up when someone says, “It might be dangerous.”“

The grin that follows his statement is immediate and somewhat feral. She looks at him, brown eyes alight, almost warm with the intensity, turning to a somewhat bronze-gold color. She lets out a laugh, one of pure amusement before she offers him somewhat of a shrug.

“What can I say? Danger’s my middle name.” 

She’s always geared up quickly, but something about the prospect of doing something dangerous, something wild, always makes her a little faster. Sure, her missions are usually dangerous, but she’s also usually hiding out in some small cubby about to ruin someone’s day by surprise. It’s rarer that she’s allowed to actually experience the dangerous parts.

“Besides. It’s a high, the adrenaline rush. And it’s one that I don’t mind chasing.”

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@spursandscopes continued from x

This is one of those times he regrets opening his mouth without thinking ahead and holds up both hands in surrender. He’s not surprised that’s she’s reacted so harshly – really, he can’t blame her. It wasn’t the most sensitive thing he could’ve said.

“Whoa, there. You can leave my head, I didn’t mean anythin’ by it. I just mean, you can’t hit every shot, it just ain’t possible, so there’s no use gettin’ hot under the collar about. But since you miss less than one percent of ‘em, maybe my advice is bad.”

He’s not stupid enough to touch her. She’s not angry because she’s imperfect, she’s angry because she didn’t get the job done this time, and failure to get the job done means lost lives. Still, he can’t hold that against her and she shouldn’t hold it against herself either.

“You’ll get your chance, Santiago. This ain’t over yet. We’ll find ‘em and go again, until the job’s done. Then we’ll get drunk at a bar and play darts.” McCree still doesn’t touch her, although he desperately wants to pat her shoulder, at least. “We can only call this a failure if we quit before the job’s done, otherwise the game’s still on.”

This time, perhaps stupidly, he does touch her – a warm, gentle hand on the shoulder. Jesse expects her to shrug it off, and maybe even smack it away, but he figures the effort is worth the payoff. Later, when she’s not angry, she’ll remember he was in his corner, even if he said something foolish.

She feels immediately like an asshole, that doesn’t exactly help her disposition. She’s more annoyed that she feels like an asshole for snapping at him, but he does seem to realize his “mistake”, if one could call it that. She watches him, eyes narrowed, as he moves closer. She takes in his advice with a steely silence, not answering just yet.

He puts a hand on Xio’s shoulder after offering to go to a bar with her to get drunk and play darts. Even drunk, she beats him almost every time, though it’s not by much. Her sharp eyes are her advantage, but even that doesn’t always help against Jesse’s solid aim. 

Xio shrugs his hand off her shoulder, but it’s gentler than it could have been. Her fiery anger has dropped to smoldering embers - it’s quiet, but it’s still there. She sighs, slightly in annoyance, slightly at feeling the tired just seeping into her bones. She looks at him for a moment longer, then pushes the strands of her hair that have fallen out of her face.

“Fine fine. But you’re buying at least the first two rounds, McCree.”

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“ get used to disappointment. ” (spursandscopes ♥)

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A missed shot shouldn’t be anything to be this pissed off about, she’s aware. The problem isn’t that she missed - she fixed her shot, took another, target still down, mission still accomplished. She’s not mad that she missed, exactly. She’s mad that the missed shot caused someone to get shot. Not her, not Jesse, just some innocent she didn’t know, but that’s not the point.

His words, not meant to be as harsh as they come out, immediately add fuel to the fire and she turns to look at him, eyes molten fury. Later, she’ll realize that he didn’t mean it this way and she’ll have to apologize - something she truly hates. But, for now, it’s easier to take her anger out on him than it is to face the future issues. Maybe it’s taking advantage of the fact that he’s such a good person that she lashes out, confident that he’s not going anywhere.

“Disappointment? Really, McCree?” Her tone’s incredulous - she can’t believe he said that. “Get used to it? Like I haven’t been used to it my whole life? You and I both know that disappointment comes early in life for people like us. What the fuck is your problem?”

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[tuck] (spursandscopes)

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[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

She feels like she’s dying. There’s been some sickness traveling around the town they’ve found themselves in, and of course she got it. She actually, for a brief moment, finds herself missing the resources of Overwatch in this moment. Angela’s gentle hand with illness had never been more missed, Xio thought.

She’s shivering, stubbornly sitting by the window to watch their target, when he drapes the blanket on her shoulders. It catches Xio off guard and she starts in the chair, looking at him with wide eyes. They narrow after a moment, but she pulls the blanket closer around her, seeming to almost huddle into it.

“Thanks,” she finally says. Her eyes go back out the window, but her tension has eased somewhat, she’s less tense. She sighs, pulling her legs up into the chair with her, wrapping the blanket more fully around her.

“This cold fuckin’ sucks, Jesse,” she mumbles.