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Chapter Three ::

The days after that one night left Angela in a warm pastel haze, she was as if floating through one meeting to another, her heavy heart completely set free and beating sweetly to the beat of her happiness.

She met with Jesse more frequently to check on his progress with the serum that started an itch in his teeth and gave him a sense of smell so intense – he could smell her perfume miles away and find his way to her using said sense. McCree lost his canine teeth on day 12, coming to her shocked and rather annoyed, only to find new teeth in the fallen one's place, stronger, longer, and sharper. And with their appearance came the new desire to bite and nibble.

Aside of the medical meetings were private ones where they made up for lost years, getting to know each other better than what medical and administrative folders could tell them, touching and feeling each other as if they will perish if they wouldn't. It was all secret, away from prying eyes and snooping ears.

On day 15 the serum starts wearing off, leaving its progress in Jesse's genes, but slowing down.

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{ @thegunslingerborn​ this song is now McCree. }

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Chapter Two ::

Angela is pacing in her office nervously. 

The time is just a little past 7PM and Jesse’s nowhere to be seen, not used to being late or having to wait for someone who is late her head begins to come up with various scenarios that could be factor to the cowboy’s absence.

She stops in her track and here face pales, what if the base serum messed with his biology and he’s laying somewhere unconcious and mutating prematurely?

No. That can’t be it. She is tracking his vitals very closely in her personal device, which she pulls out to check, just in case - but finds no unusual signs except the occasional pitter-patter of his heart rate. Maybe he forgot about their outing?

He had better not. He probably didn’t. He surely did not.

She looks at her watch again, then smoothes out the short white dress she’s in and then resumes to pace in the office again, worrying her painted lips between her teeth.

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thegunslingerborn:

“The pleasure a’ seein’ a smile on your face is occasion enough,” he said with a lopsided grin of his own.

          She pressed close and kissed his cheek, smiling broadly at the attention. “You are spoiling me, kuschelbär.” She kept pressed against him, hiding her blush against his cheek. 

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Chapter One ::

Angela kept toying with the vial of McCree’s blood for a few days, taking it out of it’s frozen cell to preform needed test and experiments with it.

His blood is strong, perfect for her to make him even stronger.

He would be her Magnum Opus, finish what Gabriel has started. Be the perfect masterpiece of her half failed draft.

But that will have to wait, even if the thought of containing her excitement claws and tears at her from the inside; she has to see him, she craves to touch his skin and rearrange him into the perfection she envisioned a few days after Overwatch has disbanded in a series of unfortunate events.

So she waits. One day and then two. Splitting cells and rearranging genetic codes in transmutation circles and arcanic rituals, carefully, attentively. Lest she creates another Reaper.

A week later a nurse bursts into her office, heaving and wheezing out a gentle ‘McCree...’ and before she can finish, Angela is sprinting out of her office, vials and spells dragging behind her like a trail of ashes.

He’s back, it’s show time.

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                               “You were supposed to be mine.”                                                 ‘I always was.’                      {Painful McMercy aesthetic for @thegunslingerborn in our current thread~}

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You were supposed to be mine

          Angela wasn’t sure where she was. Everything felt wrong. It was too light, she couldn’t feel the ground under her feet, the air was too thin. The sound of a shuddering breath drew her her out of her groggy thoughts. It was Jesse, but, he was... Below her? And he was standing next to someo- Oh. Oh. He was standing next to her body. She must have forgotten dying, but that was understandable, right? It was so much pain, and more than just the physical. Though, seeing him cry now, it hurt more than death did.           She didn’t expect to hear him speak. He didn’t know she was there to listen, did he? He never mentioned being religious, at least not to her, but... “You were supposed to be mine.” Those words rattled as much in her heart as they did her head. Metaphorically at least. She didn’t have physical versions anymore. Ana used to tease her, making comments about how she should ask Jesse out if he didn’t get to it first. There was always a reason not to. Always an excuse. They were never good ones, but it was good enough to dissuade them for the moment.           It took her a moment to get the hang of moment, floating over to where she could brush a hand against his cheek, but her hand went through his cheek and the tears remained. She couldn’t comfort him. She couldn’t make this better. She couldn’t do anything as she was now. It took careful determination, but she settled her hands where she could have been cupping his cheeks if she was still alive. “You were supposed to be mine, too.”