it’s just a thought i had…but i feel like dragonmccree would get lonely after he realizes that the human isn’t coming back. he does something he never would do – seek her out. he has to use his human form a lot but eventually he finds her. except she’s older, has kids, etc. she seems happy. time passes by so differently for dragons than it does humans. when he approaches, she seems regretful, saying if he’d ask her to fly the skies with her forever, she would have. the gold never mattered

ribbons-halos:

sorry, that was a what if kind of ending i thought of when i read that angsty piece  2/2

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This AU doesn’t end so sadly, but, I love the ‘what if’ idea to it. 

The weeks following her walking away into the dark stormy night leaves McCree cold. It’s something that even his eternal flame within his heart can’t fight. A stupid, desperate hope builds up inside of him that she’ll come back. 

Months turn into years. He’s still so cold. He misses the human. 

He has to find her. 

Taking to a human form, something that he hasn’t done in decades, he takes to the human world. He travels far and wide asking for the mysterious maiden that only went by Sombra. 

He comes to a small, hot town. Up in the mountains and trees, a small, stone house resides. They tell him he will find a woman named Sombra here. 

When he knocks, a young woman answers. McCree has to bite his tongue from calling her Sombra. There’s a different color in her eyes, but the young woman looks eerily close to the maiden he knew. 

The young woman yells for her mother. Leaving him for a moment in the doorway, the hidden dragon awaits. 

She appears. Silver hair takes what was once lush and dark. Wrinkles steal away her life but never the lethal, playful edge to her strange, gem like eyes. 

His name is whispered on her lips, stunned. Something flashes deep behind her irises, of memories long ago. Of a thief, and a dragon in a warm cave. 

He doesn’t know what to say. His tongue is burnt and his heart aches for dragons age slowly. Humans always go by so quickly. He lost the life they could have had together, were he not so afraid. 

Regret, or maybe his foolish hope of it, fills her cheekbones. She asks why he’s here, why he comes to her know when he didn’t in the dark night so many years ago. 

The dragon doesn’t have an explanation, one that matters now, anyways. He just says he had to see her again. He didn’t know what had happen to his little thief. 

She knows his true meaning. He can’t hide it. Her regret and sorrow is covered with firmness. She tells him her husband will be home soon. He should go. 

He should have gone a long time ago, but this is where he turns away now. Before he leaves her to the rest of her mortal life, he asks for one thing. She gives her hand. The dragon kisses her knuckles, conveying the longing and foolishness of his heart in the one touch, before letting go. 

The dragon leaves her be, for her love is already spent, and his loneliness is only his doing.