overstimulatedbean:

Some mcsombra to see how my phone and the app will mess with the format lmao

Somehow it always ended up like this, eating some snack and talking about pointless things. Once in a while they would touch strange subjects about their lives. Slowly they revealed bits and pieces of their real identities to one another. It was a dangerous game. It was a dangerous friendship. Olivia lay on his bed stared up at the ceiling of his current hide away. She could hear him a few feet away, tinkering with her weapon. Something about needing to keep it well maintained for her safety. Did he actually care? Or was it all just an illusion that she allowed herself to believe because he hadn’t shot her initially?

He was talking about helping her run away. Telling her that he would take care of her, and make sure she had everything she ever needed or wanted. He reminded her of a time long past. Of a boy who used to say he loved her. This was different, though. She was for certain that McCree was only a friend.

She turned to watch him talk for a moment, to study the way his mouth moved at he spoke, the expressions he made with his eyes. She was so familiar with these things. Everything that made him McCree. They held each other when they craved loving arms. They fought each other when they were angry at one another.

“So how about it, Sombra? Let me steal you away?”

They bought each other food and drink. They sheltered each other when needed. Exchanged information. Hugged, loved, kissed each other on the cheeks… she knew this man. He knew her. He was her best friend.

“Sombra? Didja fall asleep?” He murmured, turning to check. She closed her eyes quickly.

Someday she’ll confide in him fully. Someday they could run away and live good lives. The way they used to dream about as children when they were wondering about alone. They will have a decent home, not a room that they found in an abandoned building. They will have a yard and a dog. They’d call each other by their real names and they wouldn’t be in any risk.

She opened her eyes again, “Sorry, did you say something?”

He opened his mouth and shut it again. Maybe it was best to just pretend it didn’t happen. To pretend that he wasn’t finding himself falling for a woman he didn’t actually know.

“It’s nothin’, sugar. Do you want to borrow some more comfortable clothes?” He put the guns down on the table, standing up to make sure the rain was still not getting in.

She asked if he still had the one shirt she liked to sleep in. He provided it from a bag he carried.

He crawled into the bed and she curled up against his chest.

The rain fell a little harder against the window pain, she drew lazy circles in his chest hair, making a joke about crop circles. He chuckled. She smiled.

When the morning came they needed to be strangers once again. There was a little bit of her that wished differently. But there was no reason that two ghosts needed to be introduced.