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basically siblings

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apparently the theme of this blog is now “overwatch characters sing and play guitar”

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Fareeha pulled a comm from her side and held it to her ear, listening.

"...cross street Honeybush. Twenty men, all armed. There are civilians in the area who cannot evacuate, I am wounded as are others. Call for 09 medical evac and armed backup. I repeat, call for 09 medical evac and armed backup-“

In a fluid motion, Fareeha replaced her comm at her side, dropped her plate of food in a trashcan, and pulled an earpiece out to place in her ear.

“Request for response from responding personnel, over.”

The soldier nudged a button on her comm.

"This is Papa-Hotel-Romeo-Hotel responding. We are 10 blocks west and en route. Do you copy?"

Her mind was already racing. Twenty enemy targets and no mechsuit, only her side arm. The first priority would have to be medical evacuation. Not knowing whether or not there would be backup, they would probably need a distraction. Looking to the east, she could see now some kind of disturbance. This far from the center, no one seemed to have heard the blast over the usual city hustle.

"Orisa, how fast can we get there?"

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It was another hot day in Numbani. Fareeha was glad to be back in her Helix uniform, which was designed to be cool in the heat. Overwatch had never really understood that their dress blues needed to function in hot weather as well as cold. It was the second day of a three day conference on God programs, and Helix had asked the Lieutenant to speak about her experience guarding Anubis.

The bright side of the trip is that she had been able to spend at least some of the time with Orisa, and the two had decided to use Fareeha’s afternoon break to grab a plate of suya from a local vendor. The city around them rose proudly, and with every reason. In every corner and sidestreet there were signs of a healthy populace: garbage cans lined the streets, artists thrived with galleries and boutiques, and people were roaming the streets as if nothing could ever harm them. Amari made a mental note to take a proper vacation here someday.

“Thank you for showing me around,” the pilot smiled, “This conference has been a lot less boring because of you.”

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Fareeha Amari and Amelie Lacroix are as different as two people could be, except that they've both fallen for Angela Ziegler. As the two of them resolve their differences and make peace, a new sort of tension springs up.

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It was another hot day in Numbani. Fareeha was glad to be back in her Helix uniform, which was designed to be cool in the heat. Overwatch had never really understood that their dress blues needed to function in hot weather as well as cold. It was the second day of a three day conference on God programs, and Helix had asked the Lieutenant to speak about her experience guarding Anubis.

The bright side of the trip is that she had been able to spend at least some of the time with Orisa, and the two had decided to use Fareeha's afternoon break to grab a plate of suya from a local vendor. The city around them rose proudly, and with every reason. In every corner and sidestreet there were signs of a healthy populace: garbage cans lined the streets, artists thrived with galleries and boutiques, and people were roaming the streets as if nothing could ever harm them. Amari made a mental note to take a proper vacation here someday.

"Thank you for showing me around," the pilot smiled, "This conference has been a lot less boring because of you."

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Peeking Out

“Sure, but don’t ya go bashin’ no bots up like last time. I had t’ take th’ heat fer all that mess. Y’know how many toilets they got in this place? A fuck ton.”

Slightly grumbly about that, just slightly.

“So a pretty lady who works with all everyone, ain’t no grunt’n ain’t no pushover, because I know ya ain’t lookin’ at jus’ tits, way yer talkin’.”

He tapped his finger to his chin, brow furrowing and hat  wavering atop of his head. Really there weren’t many people that could be in this list, period. Medical, kinda, Sciences, kinda, Weapons, kinda, but of those there was only one who-

“…shit girl, don’t tell me ya after Angie.”

Fareeha's face felt hot, but she didn't care. "I'm not after her," she clarified, "I know she's too busy." Knowing she was going to the shooting range after this, there was no way to wipe the grin off the little Amari’s face.

"Also there's no way someone that pretty doesn't have like a dozen people trying to ask them out." She rolled her eyes in typical teenager fashion.

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It felt like it was the first time Satya had admitted to having difficulty with something. She had always struck Fareeha as a composed woman, and it seemed a little special that Miss Vaswani would bring this to the mechsuit pilot.  

"I am at an advantage," she answered, "My mother raised me in an Overwatch facility. This is home, all these strong personalities and various ways to do things."

She wanted to give her new teammate better advice than to give it time, something actionable. Fareeha held a finger to her chin and searched her thoughts, eyes scanning a corner of the room as though reading some invisible holoscreen.

After a momentary pause, she continued, 

"Maybe the problem is inverted. Instead of adapting yourself to communicate with all of them, let them know how best to communicate with you."

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“Fareeha.”

She composed herself. Satya wanted to speak with the other for a while now; confront some feelings, release a weight. She sighed, and stared at her, a bit intimidated by her stance. Fareeha appeared serious, standing upright as Satya herself did and making eye contact.

“…I don’t know how you do this. I cannot seem to…’communicate well’ with my team. Fareeha, Overwatch is a strange transition. I used to be capable of working with the people I am assigned to, but they are…strange. They’re all so different. And yet you treat them like family.”

“This is something I cannot do, and I admit that to you. I want to ask: why-how are you so willing to work with some of these people?

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Athens

“There’s no way out for me. This is all I have.” She pursed her lips and rested her chin in the palm of one of her hands, she propped her elbow on the table. The morality of her actions was questionable, but she was working to a personal goal. Taking a domestic job like the one the other was describing would never get her anywhere.

“So unfortunately, no. Besides, TALON would have me killed before I could leave.”

Fareeha was at a loss for what to say, but fortunately the waiter arrived with their food, giving her a few extra moments to think.

"For someone in such a tight situation, you seem to enjoy your work. Do you?" she asked before taking a bite of her meal.

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The song is Leãozinho by Caetano Veloso.

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another pain flare up. 💥 diseases with no cures. 💥 em all. ill get back to yall when this wears off, tuesday at the latest

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Athens

“I’m not a good person. I have limited legal connections. I’m also on the most wanted list in various countries, last time I checked.”

Sombra laughed and crossed her legs, reaching up to comb through her hair again. She only intended to stop after she managed to get it to a satisfactory level of neatness.

"Hypothetical question," Fareeha leaned back a little, finally relaxing, "If tomorrow you were offered a way out, would you take it? A steady job?"

Her eyes were searching but playful, left hand rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

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I bet she sings Thalia when gets drunk  ᕕ( ᐕ)ᕗ ~♪

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Athens

Sombra felt a look of surprise come onto her. As she had mentioned before, she didn’t have too many friends, even fewer who would willingly offer a place to stay for the night.

For good reason too.

Letting out a nervous chuckle, she scratched along her implants, drumming he fingers of her free hand on the table. Even though she was a double agent, working for TALON tended to be risky.

“That’s nice of you to offer, señorita. But it would put you, not to mention anyone in the vicinity in danger. I’m afraid I’ll have to pass.”

Fareeha nodded, oddly relieved that there was a boundary now. There was a line that she could not cross, a limit to how much trouble she could get into.

"You have the computer skills to get a very comfortable job as a database administrator and to sit in an expensive house," she noted, suddenly curious, "Why go through all this?"

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Athens

“Already did, chica.“ Sombra smirked and handed her menu to the waiter. She had seemed rather engrossed in what had looked like moping for a while, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she hadn’t noticed.

Still, there was a strange feeling in her chest that didn’t belong there. She’d best forget it.

Fareeha also handed her menu to the waiter. She felt her face heat a little. Having lost face, a strange boldness took over. Might as well go for broke.

"Listen, I know I mentioned the Helix safehouse earlier, but if you're tired of sleeping like that, there's a couch at my hotel room. I can take the couch if you want to take the bed, and there's a real shower."

She backtracked a bit. That had been incredibly forward, "If that's not a good plan, the Helix safehouse is still open."

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Athens

Sombra laughed quietly. The look in her eyes was almost like that of a dog that had been kicked and she felt a strange urge to make her feel better. She brushed the thought away and quirked an eyebrow.

“Cheer up, Fareeha. At least I’m here, sí? Bet you couldn’t have hoped for better company.“

"If I am going to be stuck in a romantic location with a platonic aquaintance, you are the person I would choose, sure." It was mostly true. Fareeha wasn't sure what her feelings for Sombra were. Trouble, that's what they were. Unadulterated trouble.

"You should order?"

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Letters

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“Oh no! You know my weakness!” Angela continued to tease. She let out several more moans as Fareeha pleasured her nipples, rolling her hips as she felt a mouth around them. “My other weakness is my clit! Please, Sir, show mercy with me!”

"Only if you tell me where you hide your toys," she teased, finally in the spirit of things. She kissed everywhere but Angela's vulva on the surrounding belly an thighs, giggling in-between pecks.

"Surely now you feel compelled to tell me your secrets."

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The Littlest Amari

Amelie allowed herself to be tugged forward,

c h u c k l i n g

at Fareeha’s excitement.

“Ah but what about Chopin and Bach? Mozart?” She was only

h a l f

joking. “You should be listening to the classics, Chérie.”

"I've never heard of those bands. Are they like Um Kulthum?"

They arrived in her bedroom, a dorm room what was no covered in posters of various tv shows and rock stars. The younger Amari went over to a vintage poster of a waifish white woman with dyed black hair is some sort of 1980's style mullet. Fareeha copied the woman's trying-to-hard-to-look-cool lean and looked over at Amelie.

"You can't honestly tell me you wouldn't want to rock out with her."