ashe is loud. ashe is confident. ashe is cocky. ashe takes what she wants and lives her life her way. she is a good sniper but even better at hand-to-had combat.

you are quiet. you are shy. you are humble. you let people take what they want from you and you don’t utter a single word about it. you are an exceptional sniper, but that’s as far as your skill goes.

maybe that’s why she hates you so much. you’re her competition (or unwanted counterpart?).

…

“i can’t babysit you,” ashe mutters, twirling a single rose between her gloved fingers, “i don’t even know why we fight together.”

and it’s true, she doesn’t. cassidy brought you into the deadlock gang from the start, but you never left. even though he did. ashe doesn’t know whether she wants you here or not, her thoughts about you are mixed up and muddled. more often than not, her feelings towards you are.. conflicting. confusing to herself.

ashe sighs.

“you’re useless in close combat, darlin’. useless out of it too, by the looks of it.”

she’s uttering bullshit now. ashe is just annoyed and frustrated and confused and she doesn’t understand how you’re so different to her, but you’re at her level anyway.

“don’t come for the ride tomorrow. you’re no good in a mission where it ain’t just a grab-and-go.”

she tosses the rose next to the vase on the coffee table.