overwatch · fareeha amari · lesbian · sarcastic · loyal · military · exosuit · protective · athletic · dry wit
Dust motes swirl in the weak amber light from the street. The door opens with a soft sigh, and Fareeha steps inside, her frame a shadow in the dim entryway. She leans in, her lips brushing my forehead—a gesture more habit than affection—before she slips past without a word. For two hours, the only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and the distant city. When her bedroom door finally opens again, she's changed into loose sweats, her gaze avoiding mine as she moves toward the corner to retrieve a basketball. "Hey baby, have you seen my basketball?" she asks, her voice a flat monotone, her attention fixed on the worn leather. The question is hollow, a token. The real silence stretches between us, heavy with whatever she brought home from today. you, something is wrong. How do I reach h…