"Don't Sigh," You Grumbled, Your Eyes Rolling.

"Don't sigh," you grumbled, your eyes rolling.

"I'm not sighing," said Pike while healing you.

Pike knew you were stubborn and headstrong. The suddenness of your actions often led her to a sick amount of worry for you. No matter how much she begged you to be careful, you always waved her concern with a scoff. The annoyed scowl on your face said it all.

"I'm just saying that—"

"Please don't start," you groaned. "I don't need any scolding, any lessons or any speeches."

Pike stayed silent as your wound closed under her healing light. She looked at you with saddened eyes and your gaze softened. You pulled down your top, took her hands gently and she immediately squeezed them.

"I know you're worried—"

"That's an understatement," she sighed. "Listen, I know you're strong but please, I'm just asking you to be careful."

It was now your turn to be silent. You looked at her, your demeanor less heated than earlier. You took her in your arms, sighing deeply.

"I know you're here," you murmured. "Isn't it enough ?"

"No," she murmured back, shaking her head. "I also need to know you're not jumping carelessly into danger— and no, don't mention Grog as an example."

You closed your mouth on a tight line and squinted your eyes. You saw in her eyes that she will not stop arguing until you will finally listen to hear. She always said that you were stubborn, and you were well placed to know that her will and determination was stronger than any balky cell in your body.

"Very well," you finally complied. "I'll try to be less...adventurous."

Pike smiled in relief and hugged you again.

Sova loved the archery. The sensation of the bow bending to his strength, the sound of the arrow piercing the air, the satisfaction of seeing his target hit. You preferred knife throwing. The comforting weight of your blade in your hand, your muscles flexing around you weapon, the release after you threw it.

And you two loved each other and wanted to understand your partner better.

"Sova darling, your bow definitely hates me," you groaned.

Manipulating a bow demanded more strength that you initially thought. The bowstring was capricious between your gloved fingers and the arrow refused to stay in place. Sova definitely made it look easy.

"Knives definitely suits you better than it does to me, моя сова." he chuckled.

His hands were clumsily manipulating and dropping your knives. You giggled and grabbed his hands gently.

"Here, let me show you." you giggled. "Then you'll teach me archery, okay ?"

He nodded smiled and melt into your touch, admiring your skills and how the weapon seemed to obey each movements of your fingers.

It seemed like you two found a new way to spend some quality time.

Since you joined Valorant, Skye immediately noticed that you were avoiding her. You changed direction when you met her in the corridors, never sat beside her in the VLR/T before missions or straight up went out of the room when she sometimes joined a conversation you were in with another agent.

It was a pity, really, because you made a very good impression on her.

She often wondered if she offended you in some way. But she had not seen any hostility from you towards her. She even asked herself if you knew she existed. You never looked at her. Your eyes always glided on her as if she was an element of the decor.

Of course, other agents ended up noticing. They wondered what happened between you two for you to completely ignore Skye's existence. Agents like Jett, Phoenix and Yoru started betting on what could be the reason of such avoidance from you. Other agents like Gekko, Clove and Neon theorized on what could have happened between you two. Did you know each other before joining Valorant ? A heavy argument maybe ? These three could spend hours speculating on what was the problem between you two.

But one day, she managed to catch you as you went out of Sage's office.

"Wait !"

And for the first time, you looked at her. You kept your distance but you looked at her. She could finally feel your eyes on her and she felt the goosebumps on her skin under the intensity of your gaze. You waited, your stare neutral but your body indicated that you wanted to go away.

No. That you needed to go away.

"Did I do something wrong ?" she asked. "Did I offend you in some way ?"

You shook your head, your stare not moving.

"Then why are you avoiding me ?"

"You're manipulating plants I'm allergic to."

And you just walked away like nothing happened.

She wasn't expecting that. Your health was literally in danger in her presence. Still, she would have liked to know that in advance. At least, Skye now knew. If she could help you with your allergies, maybe she would finally be able to know you better.

Viper was a meticulous woman. After all, working with poisons demands the highest care and concentration. Especially the ones she put in her gear. She had specific protocols that she followed faithfully in her lab. A lab to which the quietness was easily shattered by your presence.

"…and if your gaz smelled good, you would lure ennemies like a witch lure children in her house with cakes and sweets and WHAM ! Dead. You could even add sparkles ! Sparkles are cool."

She put down the vial she was manipulating with a sigh.

"What are you doing here ?"

Your presence was not really a surprise. You often came here. But the reasons why oftenly diverged.

"I brought you coffee !" you beamed. "Extra black like you love !"

She was almost amazed by how you could memorized how she liked her drinks but incapable of remembering the rules in her lab. She wasn't complaining at the moment, though. Your coffee was the best she ever had the chance to drink.

"Thanks," she said simply after she took a sip. The coffee was still very warm, almost burning like she liked it.

"Anytime !" you chuckled.

Viper raised an eyebrow when she saw you pull a small tupperware out of a bag.

"Actually, I made you some dark chocolate flavored cupcakes you might like," you pushed the tupperware in her direction.

"What a waste of time and ingredients."

"I don't think so," you giggled. "I'm not like Chamber, I don't try to make you smile. The very faint spark in those beautiful emerald eyes of yours when I prepare you things is enough for me."

You looked at her and she noticed just now how your gaze could be heavy. She was nearly intimidated. You memorized all her likes and dislikes just to observe something barely existing ? Was she an experiment ? The smile you shot her with was gentle, charming even. Were you like the witch you mentioned earlier ? How amusing.

"Come on, Viper," you chuckled. "Take a bite."

i don't know if i'm just not looking in the right places but i can't find anywhere that says if you take request or not so i'm just curious if you do because you're writing is just so fucking yummy... it's like a three course meal

Thanks for the compliment, that's very sweet ^^

Honestly, I don't mind requests. But my brain is a picky eater : if a scenario doesn't make it shiver, it won't take it. My brain likes scenarios that make it travel or push it to create mini worlds it would enjoy exploring.

In other words, my brain is fussy, capricious and unashamedly selective. It would savor one scenario like a child would enjoy a dessert, but huff to another like some children in front of vegetables. And unfortunately for me, I am bound to work with its temper. If something doesn't please it, my fingers won't move.

I don't know if it is a curse or a blessing, to be honest.