When you were shot in the chest on a mission in lonely Nepal, with a horrified Hanzo as the only witness, three thoughts came to you, gentle and calm. Posted on Wednesday with 40 notes, 2 years ago (And months later, an envelope arrived: carefully pressed pink petals dotting delicate stems, a subtle floral scent rising from the postcard. “’Til next time, sweetpea,” you said, eyes twinkling slightly. (But Jesse was never so genuine, so patient she did not have a deep-seated, trigger-happy bone to pick with you.)Īnd when you did go, pack slung on under a full moon, you said your goodbyes, and locked eyes with her. Sometimes, she had half a mind to berate you for this, for settling so seamlessly into her life with the express intent of vanishing someday. “I’d imagine meeting living legends ain’t much of a common occurrence.” “I’d reckon not, sweetpea,” Ashe quipped, smirking a bit too warmly to be properly snarky. I doubt I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.” “You’re dynamic, graceful - I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone handle a gun like you do. “I like watching you shoot better,” you admitted after a session, handing the Viper(!) back over to her. You could have a little bit of her without the teeth, after all. Your stance was firm, if unlearned she corrected you with a rattler’s snap-reflex minus the venom. “If you’re gonna be long in these parts, you’re gonna have to know how to shoot,” Ashe decided once you followed her out at the cant of her head with a curious little smile. With every wound stitched, every joke told, every musing of wandering, you became more of a fixture in the Deadlock Gang. to seek you out for tea and Zeke to start minding his manners more around you, the way he only did for Ashe, waitresses, grandparents. At the time, neither of you anticipated that “just passing through” would take weeks, long enough for Ashe to grow more and more fond of your subtle wit and tranquil energy. If you left, you left if you stuck around for a day or two, they’d use your medical skills. Maybe you meant for the departure to be as quick as it sounded, at first Ashe had only shrugged, not bothered. “Not lost,” you said with a gentle smile. You, for your part, examined her back with such calm in your soft eyes that she raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Well, ain’t you just the most generous, lost little sweetpea to come tripping through these doors?” she’d said to you, watching you settle in with the rest of the ruffians for the night (she did repay her debts, after all, and patching up one of her guys was worth the bed and breakfast). It was ridiculous, naive, but so unabashedly kind, and Ashe liked that. Look at you, complete stranger, jumping in with a simple, “I can help,” and saving B.O.B. Ashe’s first impression was a blend of derision and - strangely - respect. And you, she stressed to the rival gangs as you prepared to depart on your wayfaring, were absolutely hers.Īshe’s Deadlock Gang wasn’t the most welcoming group, but once you came in with the tumbleweeds, stumbling, genuine and immediately forgetting your own troubles in lieu of theirs - when you laid eyes on Zeke trying to staunch the blood from a wound he got talking stupid, aiming stupider - there wasn’t a ruffian among them who wanted to hurt you. It was a truth universally acknowledged that anyone who crossed anyone belonging to Calamity Ashe ought to step off before they got their heads blown off. | Sweetpea is associated with blissful pleasure, departure, and goodbye. Expect some home cooked soup in bed, along with him reading out loud to you.If you’re sick, you aren’t moving from the bed unless you need the bathroom.He will check you over two, three, four times over. And when you get hurt, OH BOY watch out.He teaches you how to cook if you can’t, holding you close from behind while you wait while your food simmers.Expect alooooooooot of home cooked meals when he’s home with you and not being chased around the world.Which he happily wears for you every time he cooks. He likes to cook, and ofc you bought him a “Kiss the chef” apron.He knows how to relax when he is with you or with friends. When he is with you, he spends 100% of his energy on you. And he wasn’t joking about time management.Typically followed with a quick kiss to the forehead.“Coffee, time management and loving you, YN.” IS how typically responds when you question his grasp on his sanity.But in a joking kind of way that makes you wonder how in the world he’s managed this long. When he has time to be with you, he is going to worry.It’s common for those who are in the medical field to make the best of a bad situation.Low key high key worries: He worries about everything, but plays it off as jokes or passing comments.
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