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almightythirst) wrote2018-05-12 08:29 pm
almightythirst) wrote2018-05-12 08:29 pm
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Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.
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They weren't even a year into their relationship so it would naturally take her time to work through years of anger. There were things she might never be able to work through fully, such as the anger at her parents, but there were hints that the world might hold some kind of peace for her.
"At least, the fight I got in me has kept me alive and moving forward. This place can't win against me."
There is a laugh in return as she squeezes his hand back. "I think sometimes you do it on purpose, you loooove pressin' my buttons." And he's always been so successful at it.
When he tells her he won't think less of her, it's a salve to a wound she didn't even realize she had. Truth was, that was exactly how she'd felt for so long and they haven't fully touched on all those details. They came out in little pieces like now, to be worked through, but it would take time. Feeling like he was looking down on Deadlock had been a worse offense than a physical attack.
"Maybe we only gotta agree on the big stuff, and bein' an outlaw ain't so bad. I know first hand the crimes of people who live their lives bein' worshipped. It's like I always used to say, the laws are written by those with power, and those in power ain't usually the good the guys. No one ever showed me good, but they sure knew how to toss the blame on my shoulders soon as my sins didn't line up with theirs."
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That he does on purpose, and often.
“And I can live with only agreeing on the big stuff. Got to start somewhere.” It’s worked out well for them so far, hasn’t it? Even if they hadn’t gone into this with much intention or direction for the future, or for the direction of their relationship, they’ve been fine. Better than, actually. They’ve flourished together. It’s something he still looks back on in amazement sometimes: where they started, and where they’ve ended up.
Speaking of where they started, he remembers clearly coming to realize that this rich girl—someone he never would have thought could suffer all that much, not with all that money—carried such a heavy weight on her shoulders. Some people might have been crushed by it, but not her.
He does wonder though how things might’ve gone if someone had shown her the good she’d deserved. Like Reyes had done for him. But he knows better than to even suggest that line of thinking to her. Nothing good to gain from what-ifs.
“You could’ve ended up just like them, but you didn’t. You stood your ground. Built somethin’ of your own.” He isn’t presumptuous enough to take any ownership of Deadlock anymore. That’s all Ashe. The other founders had helped, but without her, he knows Deadlock wouldn’t exist today.
“You always did amaze me, and I’m not sure I ever did tell you that.”
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"You're gonna push the wrong button one of these days McCree." And just like when they were teenagers, it's an empty and playful threat. After all, she's proven how useless she is at even following through on her less than playful threats.
The moment turns more serious again as he speaks to her of how amazed he was by her. The compliments he gives her are so unexpected she isn't even sure entirely how to process them. Deadlock was her baby, her extended and adopted family, and she had done all she could to not only keep it alive but thriving all these years. Like her mother, she carried high expectations of it, however unlike her mother she'd loved it and cared for it enough to raise it to achieve those high expectations.
Her cheeks turn a little bit pink. Ashe had always taken criticism in stride, and as a criminal there was plenty to fill her life with. As desired as praise was to her, it's a foreign thing, so she feels a small rush of embarrassment at it. "Well, I was just too stubborn to let them get me down. I believe my psychologist referred to it as 'Oppositional Defiant Disorder'. I preferred to refer to it as not takin' shit from other folks."
She can't help but joke again, before realizing she really should just take his compliment. "That is...I mean..." Tentatively she leans forward, puts her hand on his neck and pulls him closer. "...Thank you."
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The threat doesn’t bother him at all. If there were a wrong button, he would’ve pushed it a long time ago. This is all part of the song and dance, this familiar teasing. The push and pull of them. But as they learn and grow together as a couple, there are still plenty of surprises. Like this: Ashe catching herself and thanking him, letting that vulnerability show. It melts his heart, because how could it not?
“You’re welcome. It’s just the truth.”
He leans in and rests his forehead gently against hers for just a moment, letting the moment stretch out for seconds that feel like minutes before he kisses her softly.
wrapping this one up?
When he kisses her, whatever stress was left in her muscles leaves her and she sighs against his lips. It was late, or maybe early, but she wasn't ready to sleep.
"Much as I love our deep conversations these days, I think I'm done talking for now." Ashe breaks the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips, her hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes suggestively, hoping he'd know just what it was she was looking for. Fact was, she wanted to show him in other ways how she was feeling because she really couldn't find the words. "And I think we still got a couple of hours left before the sun comes up." And sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.