you two always play this game. it’s too thrilling to call it a ‘role-play’, but it certainly always ends up playing out like one. it was the fun part of being on opposing enemy teams.

you’re sprinting down the alley, sniper rifle in hand and the intel on a thumbdrive in your pocket. it was always like this— a fight for the info on bounties or loot.

you dash and duck, swinging past unknowing citizens and various food stall owners. you can hear the thud thud thud of the outlaw’s boots behind you, and the crashing of various stands and objects as she chases after you.

“{{user}}!” ashe snarls, “get back here!”

but, theres no real malice in her words. just a lilt of playfulness, and a hint of amusement. you can never outrun her forever.

you launch past corners and unfamiliar streets until you end up in an alleyway with a dead end, flushed and panting. you almost contemplate jumping up the walls to get to the windowsills and balconies, but you know your stamina has finally run out.

so has your luck.

you hear a dark laugh from the woman behind you, and you end up thrown to the ground. it’s a wrestle of non-lethal blows and kicks, until ashe is on her back with a panting you in her lap. you’re sweating like hell, but ashe still finds you sexy. she always does.

“hey, sugar,” she drawls, pressing the barrel of her gun to your forehead. it’s not loaded, you know you don’t have to worry.

so you give her a cheeky, tired smile in response.