A bouquet is revealed with the quick snap of his wrist, presented now to the man standing before him and whose hands are splayed over the various papers littering his desk. 'Happy Anniversary, love.' The gunslinger's tone is light and jovial, distracted by the sight of Loki than to acknowledge the concern etched on that handsome countenance. 'These are for you. It's uh, probably a bit much, but---'
Was he awful for not remembering? Wasn’t that a thing? Can’t be with the person who doesn’t remember your anniversary? Ah, but despite that creeping guilt, Loki’s heart flipped ecstatically at Jesse’s presence, the flowers, the whole shebang. It was so endearing and adorable and sickeningly sweet and it made his chest swell. To love and be loved in return, to see the cowboy standing there with that stupidly cute grin on his face and flowers in hand, having remembered their anniversary–wow, were they in love.
Concern faded quickly, replaced with a gentle expression: a crooked smile, a loving glint in his green eyes. Abandoning the pen in hand on his papers, Loki skirted around the desk to close the distance between him and Jesse. The flowers were awfully pretty and a glance was spared to them before he took the cowboy’s face in both hands and pressed their mouths together in a deep kiss.
'Ah, shit. I'll just say it. You know I ain't good with talkin' 'bout stuff an' I mess things up a lot, but..I really like ya, Loki. I know we haven't really known each other for a long while, but I just wanted to be straight with ya. You gotta be about the best damn thing that's happened to me in a long time.'
It came as a surprise, these words. To hear them spoken aloud in Jesse’s familiar southern drawl, soft, vulnerable, a rare peek inside of the shell worn so carefully around himself. It took a brief moment for Loki’s brain to properly register everything that had just been spoken to him and by that point his heart was hammering rapidly, a merciless onslaught of butterflies fluttering within stomach, and the shock upon his face had brightened into a grin. Not that charming, dashing show of teeth he oft boasted, but something sweeter, happy. Adoring. To know that McCree felt the same way about him as he felt about McCree? More than he could possibly have asked for.
“I really like you, too, Jesse,” he breathed. That had to have been obvious, though, what with Loki’s demeanor. Doting on McCree, clinging, wanting to shower him in affection. But it was an unexplainable feeling that he felt in that moment, knowing for a fact that he gave Jesse some semblance of happiness in a world that had beaten him down far too much. “You mean so much to me.”
Sometimes Jesse was a worn picture. Fuzzy around the edges, roughened, blurry. Forms and minor features could sometimes be made out on the matte surface, boasting a family, maybe a portrait, an image representing the day to day lives from people from a far off place in a far off time. Other times he was a sweet symphony, a melody played out on a worn mahogany piano in a saloon down west. The patrons boisterous, some singing along, stamping their feet, others keeping to themselves in the shadowy corners, wisps of cigar smoke surrounding their heads.
Jesse McCree was a lot of things wrapped up into one person, Loki thought. Things that poked out individually from time to time, unannounced, quiet or loud, making themselves known in the tiniest of ways. And yet the cowboy was still a mystery to him. A box with with too many drawers, too many hidden compartments, some that required keys, some that only required a keen eye.
The best way to put the gunslinger was charming. Loki realized only some time after their relationship had really blossomed that he’d always found the cowboy handsome. From snippets in newspapers to clips on the media portraying Jesse and other Overwatch members, occasionally just the cowboy alone, memories of catching that face during the meager activities of day to day life years ago–walking on the sidewalk and seein’ those roughened and assured features printed on the Times someone was reading; briefly seeing a clip of him on the news blaring in a restaurant’s bar section.
Things were different now. A new age, different people, fresh settings. Jesse wasn’t the same person as he was during Blackwatch and that was all right in Loki’s eyes. The cowboy had gotten scrawnier, but still retained enough definition to make the King’s heart pitter-patter just right whenever he caught a glimpse of those back muscles. His face seemed rougher now, a man who’s seen way too much and now has to pay the price of living with it for the rest of his years. His hair and beard were longer, his eyes seemed more pinched, and the way he scrutinized things near him with a small sense of mistrust seemed something adopted from those years spent under Overwatch’s wing.
To see that tension nestled in Jesse’s form relax under Loki’s tender fingers, witness hardened features smooth into something adoring, gentle, was something the King was quietly proud of. If there was anything he wanted to give to Jesse in their times spent together, it was temporary ease from all the burdens he carried with him, the ones that visibly weighed him down, strained his mentality. Jesse McCree was strong, but there were some things that just weren’t meant to be carried alone and Loki found ways to skirt around the cowboy’s jagged stubbornness in order to help.
But that damned stubbornness. That was an obvious inherent trait, though one that certainly had worsened over the years. Nothing infuriated Loki more than Jesse’s ridiculous way of planting his foot somewhere and resolutely refusing to move it even when sense and reality said it was the only way. And damn if Loki didn’t love him. Every square inch of rough, cowboy nonsense packed with a tired, old soul that really needed a rest from all the plights the world had handed to him on a silver platter.
Full Name: Jesse J. McCree Alias: McCree,
Jesse, Deadeye (uncommon) Age: 37 D.O.B: N/A Hometown: Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA Occupation: Vigilante. Has a small number of undisclosed benefactors for all his ‘good deeds’. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
PHYSICAL
Faceclaim: Santiago Cabrera Height: 6ft1 Weight: Around 86kg Eyes: Deep brown flecked with honey Hair: Dark brown, thick and unruly at around medium length Skin: Sun-kissed brown Scars: The deepest ones are gathered around his bicep where the prosthetic meets flesh, and the other imperfections mark his shoulders, abs and chest. He also has distinctive rope burns around his neck. Distinguishing features: His prosthetic left arm Attire: Commonly dons the Stetson, serape, spurs, chaps and boots, though also prefers to wear leather and a simple button-down shirt rolled up at the elbows and tucked into his form-fitting jeans.
The Gunslinger's Personality
Independent, wayward and considered to be a 'loose canon' by some, McCree’s outward presence is both amicable, yet guarded. Though McCree is quick to bear a smile, his common attitude is outwardly austere, collected and intimidating to the point where people will generally avoid approaching him. It’s more out of habit than apparent displeasure of being addressed - he has learnt to adapt this behaviour as a means of protecting himself. Likewise his own severe judgement on himself can at times reflect upon the way he perceives another.
In retrospect, McCree possesses an indomitable will that is rarely shaken despite deeply regretting his past actions. McCree will not hesitate in voicing his opinion freely (which at times is just shy of being obnoxious), although he is clever, and will not show his cards until the opportune moment arises before him.
McCree is a restless soul that is displeased with his current circumstances and constantly pursues change. Despite temptations, McCree tends to abstain from retreating back into old habits out of comfort as he considers this dangerous and is constantly searching for difficult and at times confrontational scenarios in order to better himself.
The Gunslinger Fancies
McCree is bisexual and monogamous though prefers to keep things casual. He is drawn to a person's vigor and independence than their physical appearance alone as it mirror's his own. It is easy for McCree to fancy another, though he will generally not pursue them unless their intentions are absolutely clear. McCree enjoys a casual hook-up, although he does not always reciprocate another's advances if he deems them becoming too involved.
Despite his flirtatious nature, McCree is quite specific with who he sleeps with, and never allows a passing flirtation to develop into something more serious due to his current circumstance.
The Gunslinger and Intimacy
Given his exposure to the Deadlock Gang and recruitment into Blackwatch thereafter, McCree's own attitude towards relationships has deviated from the traditional outlook. To many, an intimate, sexual and/or romantic relationship with another or persons that is bred from love and devotion is what people seek in their lives. For McCree, it is not this desire to love another and ‘be one’ with another that motivates him to initiate relationships with others, but something else that closely resembles this intimacy.
It is friendship: the mutual appreciation and respect for one another through firm bonds by trusting them entirely and disclosing vulnerabilities. This is what McCree believes is important. McCree relies on these connections as he considers them the closest resemblance to a 'family' that he never had the privelege of having. Although many miscomprehend McCree as being open, he is in fact quite secretive and is unwilling to disclose anything truly personal about himself, which can cause quite a strain on developing relationships.
Therefore, as to not waste his time nor another’s, McCree doesn’t commonly enter into serious relationships, sexual or otherwise. Not that such a thing is impossible to achieve, it just takes patience and dedication on both sides for it to work.
The Gunslinger and Keeping the Peace
Appropriately named the 'Peacekeeper', McCree will rarely have his trusty revolver out of arm's reach. However he will often leave it concealed on his person, as McCree is well-aware of the sort of company a 60 Million dollar bounty attracts.
McCree is understandably discreet with his identity, and will adopt a number of different aliases in order to throw those in pursuit off his trail. He is an excellent judgement of character because of this, and although he may deem someone untrustworthy right off the bat, McCree will not readily act on his suspicions until he believes the outcome will be in his favour.
The Gunslinger Reminisces
Despite the popular miscomprehension, McCree had very few friends that he managed to keep on amicable terms with as an agent of Blackwatch. His fiery, egotistical demeanour that had been nurtured in his days running with Deadlock was considered akin to Genji’s and so the pair often knocked heads over the most trivial of things.
However, Blackwatch and its stern Commander demanded that McCree mature quickly, and so his attitude towards the Shimada eventually mellowed out. However, their relationship never had the opportunity to recover thereafter for it was brought to a swift end following the Swiss base catastrophe.
McCree was not present at the event. Instead he respected his superior’s wishes to remain where he was when Reyes went to confront Morrison. Genji disagreed on this and attempted to persuade McCree into shadowing Reyes which only caused the gunslinger to fear for his Commander’s wellbeing. Admittedly, the two had come to an uneasy but solid agreement - ironically one of the first that they had shared - and they proceeded to follow Reyes but never succeeded in finding him.
{ Info to be added, although this is considered McCree's main verse, with his faceclaim being Santiago Cabrera. I intended for this verse to be more user-friendly with muses not associated with Overwatch. Will deviate into selective side-verses depending on the relationships that may develop }
{ A bit self-explanatory, this verse will include 2D/3D versions of McCree (either comics/art or his actual in-game model icons) for interaction! Will deviate into selective side-verses depending on the relationships that may develop }
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ABOUT
NSFW tag | ;mightyfine Tracked | sonofagunslinger
–The Mun– Mun is 21+, so NSFW material will be posted and tagged accordingly. I am willing to write smut, but only with Muns over the age of 18. I’m friendly and approachable (well I try) although I have a short attention span and may on occasion forget threads and/or reply to ask responses promptly. At times, I may respond to one specific thread at a time.I can’t help this, and I apologise. If the muse is strong for one thread over another, I will reply to said thread more regularly.
However! I will not readily drop threads unless I really don’t have the muse for them (and I will notify you if I have done so).
I suspect that this blog’s activity will fluctuate often,and the Mun has a tendency to leave unexpectedly for a few days. Don’t be alarmed by this, for I always return.
I do accept starters, and jumping into my ask to plot is always welcome unless I have declared that I am not accepting new threads (this will be written in my description or in a post). I ama selective roleplayer. It really depends on how responsive my muse is.
I do not write starters with the intention of McCree becoming involved with another muse. The exception to this rule is if McCree has already met your muse and we have plotted something that concerns the possibility of their relationship becoming something more. It truly depends on chemistry, and a relationship can not be forced as McCree is generally averted to the idea anyway.
–The Muse–
Please note that ic =/= ooc. I repeat: in-character opinions do not equal out-of-character opinions. I can not stress this enough, so please, do not be offended by how McCree reacts to your muse. I write my muse to how he would react to the situation. I will not tame him to suit you.
I will be using his multiple visages in different verses. For instance: Faceclaim!McCree for one verse will be completely separate to his actual!face one. This also applies to any ABO/Werwolf/Vampire etc AU-specific verses!
If you have any further queries, send me an ask and I’ll get back to you!! c:
An Independent rp blog for the infamous Gunslinger from Blizzard's Overwatch.
And I want wind in my fire
Heavily Headcanon-based. This is a Multiverse|Multiship, Semi-Selective RP blog. Cross-Fandom/OC Friendly. Does not coincide with current timeline (post-recall) specifically.
Please read the 'About'. Writer is 21+ | NSFW tag: ;mightyfine
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