An ancient hero, a Calamity appears, Now resurrected after 10,000 years. Her appointed knight gives his life, Shields her figure, and pays the price. The princess’s love for her fallen knight awakens her power And within the castle the Calamity is forced to cower.
But the knight survives! In the Shrine of Resurrection he sleeps, Until from his healing dream he leaps! For fierce and deadly trials await To regain his strength. Fulfill his fate. To become a hero once again! To wrest the princess from evil’s den.
The hero, the princess - hand in hand -
Must bring light back to this land.
❝ I wouldn’t have stayed ALIVE this long had I been the trustin’ type. Don’t take it personally. Besides…I don’t even think ya’ trust me either… ❞
Cumulonimbus clouds of tobacco bellowed out of his cigar as Mccree cooly leaned against the wall. He hadn’t expected to sneak up on Laura, had he, Jesse would’ve tossed the wrap several blocks ago. The cowboy made no bones about it, he was INTRIGUED with the killer, who wouldn’t be fascinated with a woman who could gore the ugliest the criminal underworld and the boldest the US Government had to offer within seconds. And she appeared to take a liking to him. His eyes scanned her head to toe, he could already discern from observing her gait, that Laura was on the prowl…but for what. He unpeeled himself from the wall and took a few steps towards her, cigar in hand.
❝ So what are their names? Should I feel SORRY for em’ ? ❞
Mccree always envisioned their relationship as a carrot and stick experiment conducted by the machiavellian hacker. The carrot, in this case, was a KISS on the lips (though usually sex) and the stick was, as usual, a smart ass remark. However, as the lab rat for seven of her experiments, Sombra often fed him the carrot after conditioning Mccree to be rather pliant and then beat the cowboy with the stick regardless. Had scouring the deserts, searching for someone who was as DIRTY as him, therefore wouldn’t judge him for his faults not been at the top of Jesse’s own hierarchy of needs he might’ve thrown up his arms and left her laboratory after their first night together. Nevertheless, the cowboy remained seated at a booth located at the corner of a scoundrel’s bar, pouting before closing his eyes and accepting the kiss from a Sombra who was straddling him.
Initially, the reciprocated kiss lacked fervor, for Mccree always found it hard to summon up the passion for a heated liplock when INSTRUCTED to do so in public. Also, the masculine side of Mccree feared being ridiculed for lack of kissing acumen should he give Sombra everything he had in a kiss, However, as he began to taste more and more of her, his barriers began to falling, brick by brick as his hands began to roam her back and eventually grab a hold of her peculiar-styled hair. The more of Sombra he was able to TOUCH, the hotter the furnace between his loins began to burn, reaching a melting point to where he could think nothing more than taking Sombra to the nearest men’s room and fucking until the bar closed. This was, the nature of things and Jesse could not contest the laws of nature. With the country music pompously blaring over the speakers and the murky lighting, they both were practically invisible to the other patrons at the bar.
He continued to kiss her, explore her mouth, hum into the kiss before needing to break things off for the sake of OXYGEN, hands, both metal and human hands took a spoonful out of that supple rear end. Mccree huffed like a man who had just finished a four-hundred meter dash.
❝ Now, I know ya’ enjoyed that kiss don’t deny it…like ya’ try to deny that ya’ LIKE me. Men’s room..or women’s room? ❞
If Jesse Mccree was indeed Sombra’s conversational and carnal guinea pig, then he would be damn sure to give her plenty to record in her journal.
❝ So yer moved on from killin’ for hire....what happened...ya take up Real Estate?❞
Mccree couldn’t fight the snicker even if the outlaw wanted to. Taking a SHIT all over someone’s smartass was always enjoyable for him. Just in case Amelia continued to play obtuse with her inner greed, Jesse brought out a wad of cash and waved it around as if he were a fisherman dangling bait for the big catch. This assignment he undertook, may be too big for one bounty hunter, even one as skilled as Jesse Mccree.
❝ How about a briefcase FULL o’ these? If yer ain’t interested, I could always use the classifides...❞
His remark was as ARID as Death Valley as the cowboy was trying (albeit not quite successfully) to hide his displeasure upon the discovery that Angela leaked some of Mccree’s medical history to this young man. Whether she intentionally leaned in his ear and whispered or just eavesdropping, Jesse preferred his mental health to be kept secret. Physical wounds like scars on the other hand...Mccree would wear with PRIDE. Don’t believe him, just stare at that metallic memento which is his left arm.
Like the badass he was, Mccree ultimately shrugged off the disclosure.
❝ I was in a WAR, what soldier who fought in wars wouldn’t have nightmares?❞
CHARITY was an act that usually reaffirms one belief in the existence of angels, but when such a promise seemed to hiss off the tongue like it did for the Talon assassin, Mccree wasn’t sure whether he was being blessed by the servant of God, or tempted by a vassal of the Lucifer. Despite the internal strife, Mccree still remained pliant for her whispers enchanted his senses and his body like the tunes from the flute of a snake charmer.
Overwatch were likely searching heaven and earth trying to find their ‘lost’ agent, but it was highly unlikely that they could turn over every rock, Widowmaker chose their shrine of EROS well. It was dark, derelict room, no windows with the only piece of furniture being a small chair, even if Jesse wanted to discern their place of worship, there was no Rosetta Stone in sight.
Another shiver jolted his body, as the vigilante was at now at his most VULNERABLE…bound to a chair, stripped of all clothing and at the mercy of the assassin whose delight could not be missed on her features. Equipped with that same French vanilla fragrance she always wore to these meetings and managed to slip on a uniform even darker than the room. The only thing Mccree could see was the gold in her eyes, the white in her smile, the periwinkle decolletage that ensnared so many before him and the faint outline of a knife she carried around for amusement. Death could not come as easy as it would now. It was no secret to him for Widowmaker frequently testified that this was the state in which she PREFERRED him, at her mercy.
In his newfound vulnerability, Jesse found that familiar stirring in his stomach and pulsating anticipation which hardened his phallus. It wasn’t just the INEVITABILITY of sex which aroused him, it was that possibility, however remote, that the Black Widow would dispose of him at the end of the night. Morbid perhaps, but Jesse always welcomed death, for it would finally give Mccree that long night of sleep he’d gone decades without. He knew that based on his affair with Widowmaker, that his soul was doomed to hell, no use in attempting to atone for his past sins with heroism. DEATH would just get this savior charade over with. Was it possible that he craved his own demise as much as he did her sex?
As Widow smiled, now straddling the cowboy and with that knife tracing a cross over his chest, he FANTASIZED about her cutting out his heart. Breathing pattern accelerating, pupils dilating, moaning, erect member, Jesse was behaving as though she was performing fellatio. As she continued marking the cowboy, Mccree looked at the woman who had every bit of his mortal soul in his hand and whispered against those icy lips which likely drank from Cocytus.
POWERLESS, that was how Mccree felt as the Queen unloaded her heavy, emotional catharsis upon his willing ear. There was nothing that Jesse felt he could do that could fill the void which had been created from a lifetime of EXPECTATIONS. How could he? The cowboy was literally from another world and besides that, could never hope to comprehend the burden someone in her position must have shouldered on a daily basis. Her listing of travails was extensive from the loss of many of her friends to the abandonment of any semblance of a normal life to setting aside her conscience in EXECUTING a man of a crime…when beyond all reasonable doubt wasn’t quite established. Even for an outlaw like Jesse Mccree, justice should always be thorough in its judgment.
Words proved impossible to come by so Jesse settled for holding the Queen’s hand, drawing circles on her palm, almost as if there were incantations imprinted on her skin to somehow ALLEVIATE the pain. Believe it or not, it was still a rather bold gesture for him to initiate the touch considering their status in Hyrule. His forehead leaned against hers, trying to provide structure should she utterly collapse on him. What can he say…..what should he say? Whispering sweet nothings into her ear like a lover would....would likely prove ineffective.
The solution came when Mccree drew her closer when the cowboy began to hear the pounding of drums performed by Zelda’s heart. From there, his gaze rose to meet hers, desperate watery gaze and with his human hand lifted her chin up so her eyes could not escape his DOTING stare.
❝ The fact that your HEART is still beating and that you CRY shows that you’re still human, ❞
Mccree chuckled merrily at the orders given, the usually rebellious cowboy was more than willing to CONFORM to Fareeha’s Code. His tongue spread across chapped lips like cream before allowed his mouth to be devoured whole by the mecha pilot. While some may accuse the pair of agents as being UNPROFESSIONAL, what with the lip-locking underneath the lintel of the practice range entry doorway (a location not at all discreet). But to Jesse, any time alone with Fareeha Amari was few and far between, more likely to witness a comet darting across the night’s sky than experience a moment in time when both their schedules allowed for free time TOGETHER.
He broke off the kiss after a few passionate pecks because Mccree actually had something important to say.
❝ Now, before I was so...pleasantly interrupted, I was gonna say that the scientist is given me the week off after I got into an argument with Jack...which means I have PLENTY of free time next week... ❞
His tone was rather buoyant considering the subject matter, but he assumed she’d understand its implications.
❝ Have yer been hangin’ around that omnic doc’? Cuz that sounds like somethin’ he’d say...jesus christ he’s so hard to TALK to.... ❞
Putting his wit which was as SHARP as a cavalier's rapier aside, Mccree did understand the maxim and even spotted the granules of truth within it. There was a saying amongst soldiers that one would always find out the true measure of a man (and woman for that matter) when confronted with the specter of DEATH. Would they cowardly get on their knees to beg for their lives? Would they close their eyes and accept their fate? Or would they dig deep into the depths of their soul to summon the courage to fight back. Based on decades of working with Angela, he surmised she was the third example with his nihilistic self content with being part of the second group.
The Greeks would sip wine while espousing stoic philosophy and this cowboy would uncork a bottle of JACK. Upon opening the flask, Mccree held it out for Angela as an offering before wisely taking it back because he knew better for she likely preferred red wine.
❝ So where does true power HIDE within these walls? I sure as shit know it ain’t hidin’ in me, and I don’t think you’re that full of yerself to presume yer talkin’ bout yerself.... ❞
❝ Heh-heh..❞ A gruff snicker, distilled from decades of VICE rumbled from his blackened chest. ❝ If that was the case, then the authorities must’ve figured out that I killed at least a dozen men before I turned eighteen by pure luck.❞
Mccree always possessed a MORBID sense of humor, family-friendly slapstick was far too boring for his pallet. However, as the seconds ticked away the cowboy began to ruminate on her ULTIMATUM. It had been the modus operandi of Jesse for years to supplant acts of a scoundrel with behavior reminiscent of chivalric knights in hopes of earning enough moral currency to buy ABSOLUTION from his past sins Yet, as so often and possibly predictably so, Mccree always crashed back into the wagon of debauchery and murder, especially when a beautiful woman was involved. Maybe the vigilante should feel flattered that he shared such similar failings in character as Adam and King David.
Jesse took one more careless swig of whiskey, this one sure to scorch his throat and destroy what was left of his liver before tilting his head to meet the TEMPTRESS in the eye.
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❝ It’s only day 2 for this shirt, and these panties are fresh from the dryer. ❞
❝ I don’t need you to forgive me. I haven’t done anything wrong. ❞
❝ I’ve always forgiven you until now. ❞
❝ I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞
❝ Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞
❝ How do I choose the box to bury my friend in? ❞
❝ If he dies, he can’t talk. Dead men tell no tales. ❞
❝ When you walk in here, you make me hope. Hoping is bad for me, so do not come back here unless you are back for good. ❞
❝ When it’s your turn, you can talk, but right now, be quiet. Let yourself be kissed. ❞
❝ It’s always his turn, despite the fact that I’m the one you like to ride, that I’m the one that makes you moan, that I’m the one who reaches you in places that he can’t begin to touch. ❞
❝ We can hide in the shadows or we can stand in the light. ❞
❝ I’m not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you. I have things to do. I’m busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls. ❞
❝ Do you actually think I give a damn what anyone thinks of me anymore? ❞
❝ A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞
❝ You can’t summon me. You are not in charge of me. ❞
❝ Did you think I’d want you back? ❞
❝ I am less than interested in whatever it is you have to offer. ❞
❝ You thought I would be dragged in here and I’d lay eyes on you and I’d gasp, and I’d rip off all my clothes and crawl on my knees over to you and beg you to take me, that I’d be some kind of sad porn fantasy. ❞
❝ I could have anything I wanted, and I wanted you. You can laugh at it and make fun of me, but the truth is, nobody else wants you. ❞
❝ I’ve lost too much. I’ve given up too much. I’m not even a person anymore. ❞
❝ I’m not like you. I’m sorry you miss me, but I’m not like you. ❞
❝ Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞
❝ You’re thirsty, but you’re not here for a drink.❞
❝ You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞
❝ I can give you what you want just the way you want it. ❞
❝ You either go home alone and try your own hand at quenching that thirst or go upstairs with me and replace that dry lump in your throat with something much more satisfying. ❞
❝ Trust me; I will be the one standing over you when you die. ❞
❝ You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞
❝ Burying yourself in work isn’t always the best thing when you lose someone. ❞
❝ I’ve got enough blood on my hands already. ❞
❝ Don’t ever leave me like that again. I almost didn’t survive. I almost died without you. ❞
❝ You have been waiting for this moment from the second I got in bed with her. ❞
❝ It doesn’t matter what the truth is, does it? The only thing that matters is that I put my hands where you think they don’t belong, and now I’m in chains. ❞
❝ I am going to have you destroyed. ❞
❝ He’s a predator, an animal, a killing machine, and just because you’ve decided to turn a blind eye to that doesn’t make it any less true. ❞
❝ I think you want me to be guilty. Guilty lets you hate me for things you’re not allowed to hate me for. ❞
❝ If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞
❝ You may have never heard what it sounds like when she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have, and it’s awful. ❞
❝ The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞
❝ Since us bitches have got to get through this dog and pony show, I’m gonna need you to sit down, shut up, and follow my lead. ❞
❝ Is she right about you having nightmares? ❞
❝ Don’t let love cloud your judgment. ❞
❝ We both know in the end you’re not going to choose me. And that’s okay. I want you to know, I need you to know, not choosing me is okay. ❞
❝ I keep my promises. I will watch the life fade from your eyes. ❞
❝ I love her. Does that matter to you at all? ❞
❝ It stops you every time, the arrogance, the need to swagger, to show everyone who you are. ❞
❝ True power hides in plain sight. ❞
❝ You and I are ruined. We don’t have a chance now. Too much has happened. ❞
❝ I know you’re trying to be rational, and I understand why, but you can’t pretend this is okay. ❞
❝ I mean, I figure we have two choices here - we can either pretend this unbearable sexual tension doesn’t exist, or we can address it head-on. ❞
❝ You are beautiful. The face that launched a thousand ships. ❞
❝ What is it that is so special about you? You have so much power over him. He revolves around you. ❞
❝ He needed you. He was in pain. He wanted to die. ❞
❝ I could protect him from everyone. Except you. ❞
❝ I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞
❝ I’m very powerful, you know. Some women would find that a turn-on. ❞
❝ Let’s just say I’m in a giving mood tonight. ❞
Heads up, I am not abandoning this blog. It’s just between getting my new blog up and going along with a broker’s test I'm studying for, I haven’t had much time/energy to maintain two RP blogs. Hopefully, I’ll be looking to get back on Mccree for RPing next week!
@sombrc cuz she says she didn’t get my two asks...
As Mccree and Sombra were exiting the alcohol and nicotine drenched bar, an ambitious young police officer approached the pair and brandished a firearm, announcing that Sombra was now UNDER ARREST. The cowboy, having none of that bullshit, reared back and landed a clean, straight right which knocked the man in blue out COLD. He turned to his date and spoke with that famous gunslinger bravado.
❝ If anyone is gonna turn ya’ in, it’d be ME...now, may I walk ya’ back to er place?❞
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