Pharah

One of Fareeha's favourite things to do when traveling was to go for an early run around the city she was currently stationed in. Despite the "activities" from the night before involving a certain Korean idol (those same events causing the young woman a sizable amount of confusion and anxiety), Fareeha managed to wake up before the sun was more than a blip in the distant horizon. She could get a true feel for a city on such private expeditions, and valued them more than most would be able to understand.

The world was no longer a terribly quiet place, in most instances, but Kyoto seemed to value a certain amount of tranquility until mid-morning when the hustle and bustle of the intense population began to take over. Thus, Fareeha revelled in the pale blue atmosphere, making her way past small temples and over abandoned train tracks that remained, perhaps, to simply hold fast to roots that shaped such a historically important place. The birds overhead. The rare sighting of a car. An old man hunched over with his hands cupped behind his stomach, observing Fareeha as she jogged by, her breaths controlled and purposeful.

'Good morning.' She butchered in Japanese, surely, but the smile upon his face from the effort worth any embarrassment.

Fareeha continued on, navigating through little alleys and next to pretty parks. The world could still be beautiful. She had to remind herself of this every so often. Humanity wasn't a lost cause just yet despite the visions of hell she had endured next to an angel.

Ah. And there it was. Inevitably, Fareeha's mind wandered to Angela Ziegler. Mercy of Overwatch. Her partner and lover for just over a year now. In the beginning of their relationship, Fareeha had considered the fact the initial intense emotions would dwindle, as many claimed they would, but even after all this time, no such thing had occurred. No. Truly, Fareeha would claim she treasured and valued the woman even more than ever before. Perhaps those that had doubted such a reality hadn't found their true love, and were merely settling for mediocrity as far as their own happiness went.

Fareeha's pace quickened.

She was full of nerves at the thought of Angela lately. It had been quite some time since she was this panicky around her. Perhaps that's why Fareeha had allowed such a bizarre thing to happen between herself, Hana, and Angela. If she were honest, it wasn't as bad as she thought it might be. As always, Angela handled the event with grace and a clear mind, making it about Hana's personal mending rather than a case of potential infidelity. Although Fareeha couldn't see everything clearly, she somewhat revelled in the idea of her and Angela working together to show the young girl a pleasant first time as far as sexual endeavours went. At the very least, it was better than Fareeha's, and the young woman was satisfied with that. She was, of course, still fiercely possessive of her Angela, but it seemed Hana stayed within the parameters outlined, and therefore, the entirety of the exchange remained sound.

Fareeha blushed, shaking her head a little as she rounded a corner and navigated through the old part of Kyoto, the space maintained for tourists, primarily.

Thinking about it all logically was how she came to terms with the idea that she was involved in something so lewd. In her younger days, she was appalled by the mere mention of such things. She recalled Josiah asking if she would be interested in one of her colleagues joining them for some fun. His disappointment at Fareeha's resounding "no" was deafening.

Perhaps it was due to the controlled atmosphere and the individuals involved. Fareeha cared about Hana, like a younger sister at this point, really, and she simply had difficulty saying "no" to Angela unless she was being completely outrageous. This request bordered on that, but Fareeha was too tired to think overly critically of the suggestion, and if she were to be even more honest with herself, it still has been some time since she and Angela had made love proper. Therefore, her state of arousal at anything involving Angela in such a way could have swayed her in manners she normally wouldn't be.

Yet, she and the love of her life hadn't been able to do much more once Hana fell asleep. It was maddening.

Fareeha needed to stop thinking about such things. Her body was heating up more than it was from the run already. She came across a charming park within the old part of Kyoto and took a moment to herself, absorbing the morning sounds around her and easing her breathing into normality for a time. Angela had hinted at wanting to join her for such excursions, and Fareeha's heart fluttered at the idea. She would enjoy this piece of heaven few got to enjoy. This isolation from the speed life demanded from most. In exchange for showing her girlfriend such benefits morning jogs had to offer, Fareeha, herself, would enjoy a new sight; Angela in running gear.

That's it. She needed to pounce upon any chance she had to be intimate with that woman…

But even that seemed difficult considering what she intended. That is, the source of her anxiety around Angela Ziegler. She hated that the doctor seemed to recognize that something was just a little off about Fareeha. She was kind enough not to pry, but Fareeha doubted she could hide her intent well for much longer. Fortunately, she didn't intend on waiting another day. In actuality…

'Hah…' Fareeha breathed out slowly, the air catching in her throat. A terrifying notion if ever there was one. Her mother's voice over the phone shook her nerve upon the umpteenth reflection.

"Are you certain, Fareeha? It is no small thing, you understand."

'I do. I've given it months of thought. I cannot convince myself otherwise.'

"Is it necessary though? These days, there's an argument against such old-world rituals."

'Because we are both women, you mean?'

"…Not entirely. Angela is a fine individual, and a sound choice, but you are happy, are you not? Why risk tarnishing that?"

'True…'

"Has she hinted at wanting such a thing?"

'Well, no.'

"And you've never been one to dream of that sort of event, like some girls."

'…No.'

"Then why?"

'Because…I love her. And I want to show it…forever.'

"And you believe this would make Dr. Ziegler happy as well?"

'I-I don't know.'

"Then I suggest you find out before doing anything…rash."

Was she being rash? One conversation from her mother unravelled months of contemplation. Perhaps it was foolish. Pointless. Prideful, even. Fareeha began running again, shaking her head and finding a rhythm that worked for her. The sun was beginning to come up, and the city was already becoming livelier. She made it back to the hotel, greeting the workers and making her way upstairs for a much-needed shower. She gained access to her room and was a little thrown to find Hana playing on her phone upon one of the beds, her milky-white legs catching Fareeha's eyes before she turned away, noting the shower was running.

'U-um…' Fareeha stammered, cursing her luck.

'Oh! H-hey!' Hana flipped up, sitting cross-legged and beaming, if a little forcibly. 'Brigitte went down to the gym, and Angie is in the shower. Hahah!' A beat. 'You're pretty sweaty, huh?'

'I-I am…'

Another pause. Fareeha was screaming inside. She was still terrible at awkward scenarios like this. Thankfully, Hana was apparently capable of handling herself fairly well. Perhaps her social experience in general was just that much higher than Fareeha's.

'So, yeah. Last night was kinda amazing.' She blushed cutely despite trying to sound confident. 'Um…you were super hot. Angie was crazy sexy. Good times all around?'

Fareeha scratched the back of her head, pacing to her side of the room and pretending to filter through her bag.

'Er…yes. Perhaps. I'm…not sure.'

'Oh. Really? Are you mad?'

Fareeha looked up, and was taken aback when she saw how concerned Hana appeared. She was cute. Almost too cute. It nearly made Fareeha jealous since Angela had always expressed a tiny bit of interest in the girl. Fareeha was not cute. Never would be. Would Angela ever get tired of her "masculine" appeal and prefer someone like this?

'I just…am not one to engage in such things. I was…caught up in the moment, perhaps.'

'Yikes…'

'But I do not dislike you!' Fareeha tried to compose herself. 'And it wasn't exactly…awful. I'm just…still processing everything. I'm not sure how to feel.'

'Right. Right.' Hana laughed nervously. 'Um…I'm sorry? Jeez. I feel like an idiot now.'

'No! Don't!' Fareeha fumbled, and just then, as always, Angela came to her rescue.

'Fareeha? Is that you I hear?' She asked in her deliciously thick accent.

'Y-yes!'

A pause.

'I imagine you need a shower after your run?' She called out, her voice echoing in the washroom.

'I can wait!'

Another beat, and Hana shrugged apprehensively.

'No. You shall not. Join me.'

It wasn't a question. It was a demand that didn't wish for any other form of rebuttal. Hana giggled.

'I'll um…go get breakfast or something.' She beamed, nudging Fareeha with her hip. 'We can talk later, if you want, kay?'

'Understood…' Fareeha waited for the door to the room to click shut and then exhaled slowly, sweat dripping down the sides of her face. She entered the washroom, steam having already filled the relatively tiny space. She sluggishly wiggled off her sports bra, and gripped at the rim of her tight shorts, swallowing apprehensively.

'It's funny.' Angela started from behind the curtain. 'I can sense your presence like no other. I can just…feel you.' She giggled, water splashing about her as she, perhaps, washed her hair. 'There's a scientific explanation, of course, but it's curious, isn't it?'

'I know what you mean…' Fareeha admitted, something tugging at the corner of her mouth.

A pause, the sound of the shower a nice distraction.

'Well, are you joining me or not?'

'Should I?'

'Yes, Fareeha. I would like that very much.' Angela answered in a more frustrated tone.

Fareeha tugged her shorts to the ground hastily, pulling the curtain to the side and blinking back a wave of endearment upon seeing Angela, her hair slicked back and soaked, droplets cascading down her beautiful body, only slight scars prevalent in various parts, like stretchmarks, outlining precisely the toll she had put her form through for so many others. Still, she was breathtaking, every bit the angel Fareeha could finally recognize her to be when she first saw her in Iraq after so many years.

'Don't let the cold air in now.' She smirked, watching Fareeha closely even for her.

Another moment passed and they were within intense proximity, heat radiating from both of them as Fareeha felt the warmth of the shower's water drip about her.

'Hello, there.' Angela smiled earnestly, speaking with affection reserved only for Fareeha.

'Hey.' Fareeha grinned, trying to relax. It was a task that proved more difficult than ever as Angela squeezed some soap into her hand and began lathering the taller woman's shoulders, collar, and then breasts. It was immediately arousing, and Fareeha muddled the urge to squeak with pleasure.

'Mind elaborating upon your source of anxiety?' Angela asked without reservation. She wasn't one for mincing words, most of the time, and Fareeha half-expected such immediate interrogation. Angela could tell, of course. With but a glance she could see the worry. They were that close now. A blessing and a curse. Still, Fareeha couldn't discuss her one source of worry, and thus, prayed discussing her other would satisfy her lady's curiosity.

'I felt strange around Hana.'

'Oh! Heheh!' Angela laughed, continuing to service Fareeha, mercifully not touching between her legs but her fingers still effective enough everywhere else as it was. 'Yes. That's to be expected.' She giggled again nervously before proceeding. 'I apologize. She is much more mentally fragile than we could have suspected. It was…therapeutic, believe it or not, for her to experience such a thing. That physical closeness assisted her in releasing some lingering doubt and potentially dangerous longing. I intend on providing her with some further consultation, if possible, before we embark upon our next adventure, you and I.'

'Oh…' Fareeha's whole body tensed, and Angela went on, for clarification.

'Nothing like last night, my sweet, sweet Fareeha. Verbal discussions and suggestions for coping with her own source of anxiety.'

'I-I see.'

Angela massaged Fareeha's lower backside, then, squeezing her hungrily and looking up seductively as she did so.

'Mm. I fear I'll never tire of such a firm, shapely form.' She complimented, which Fareeha wanted to accept, but she wasn't one to hide too much from the woman she adored beyond reason.

'…You wouldn't prefer me smaller? Daintier?'

Angela squinted, smiling condescendingly practically.

'Like Hana, you mean?'

It sounded foolish when spoken aloud. Fareeha blushed, and Angela continued to show her grace by not ridiculing her.

'Would I entrust my mind, body, and soul to her? My deepest wishes, desires, and thoughts? Travel across the world with her? Lean on her with every fibre of my being when I previously never dreamed of doing such a thing?' Angela cupped Fareeha's face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks tenderly as her voice whispered more. 'No, Fareeha Amari. Only you. It will always be only you for as long as you accept my feelings.'

'I-I know…' Fareeha grimaced in annoyance with herself.

'Then please, do stop doubting yourself. Truly. Although I am not one to talk at times, I suppose…'

'Heh. These emotions are like glass cannons.' Fareeha would compare and contrast. 'Unimaginably powerful, but ever fragile at times.'

'Indeed.' Angela brought her lips closer, and Fareeha's chest flipped even now, after all this time, at the thought of kissing this glorious woman. She brought her in with one arm around the doctor's waist and held her head with the other, angling her face and pressing her lips into Angela's fiercely. She consciously focussed on the breasts melding into her body, the taste of Angela's tongue, and the way her legs entangled with Fareeha's own.

'Oh…That was so needed.' Angela uttered, now deciding it was time to "clean" between Fareeha's legs.

'It was.' Fareeha agreed, loving the sensation of Angela's knowing fingers caressing her source of longing. She was more than ready, and Angela recognized this, biting at her lip sexily.

'I'm glad I'm not the only one.' She hummed, taking Fareeha's hand and guiding it to begin reciprocating the favour. It was reassuring to feel just how wet Angela was, and not only from the shower itself. Fareeha's confidence soared, and she inwardly chastised herself for being so insecure. She slid into Angela with ease, the woman twitching and gripping her lady's arm for support.

'A-ah…I'm nearly already there, believe it or not. All the lathering prior virtually put me in place…' She reddened, and Fareeha bit at the sides of her mouth, removing her hand to a selfish whine. 'N-no. Oh, don't stop.' Angela huffed like a spoiled girl.

'Turn around.' Fareeha ordered, and Angela's eyes widened, always excited by the authoritative tone the taller woman was more than capable of at times. She did as she was told, and Fareeha touched her back, pushing her so she bent over slightly, her hands pressed against the far wall of the shower and her behind thrust out.

'A compromising position if ever there was one…' Angela said quietly.

'But a view I can appreciate vastly.' Fareeha went to her knees and began eagerly, pushing her tongue in deep and holding Angela's trembling legs as she worked her over, the woman moaning openly without any form of restraint. When was the last time they could be so frivolous with their desires? It felt like too long ago. They had helped so very, very many on their journeys, but perhaps they needed to focus on helping themselves just as much at times. This was like a salve upon Fareeha's soul. Such intense honesty and vulnerability offered relief to fears that clutched the woman's heart. She loved Angela Ziegler. That's all she needed to know. That's as complex as it needed to be.

'O-oh, God…' Angela gasped. She was close. Seconds away from a release she must have craved just as much as Fareeha. She was tight around Fareeha's tongue, convulsions already beginning and her knees bent inward. Her weight shifted, and Fareeha took hold of her, hastily switching positions and placing Angela upon her thigh, reaching around her front and entering her with her fingers again, thrusting deep as she squirmed in ecstasy, likely doing everything in her power to hold the explosion of pleasure for as long as possible. Fareeha gripped Angela's breast, the swollen, hardened tip tempting but too far from her position to consume as she wished. Instead, in a strange high of eroticism, Fareeha angled the pretty pink toward Angela, and she sucked upon it herself, the brief act surprisingly stimulating beyond the taller woman's expectations.

'Fareeha…' Angela groaned. 'F-Fareeha…!' She slurred before digging her nails into Fareeha's legs and muffling her cries of rapturous fulfillment. The satisfaction Fareeha derived from knowing she delivered such joy was unparalleled, especially considering she had done so for the person she valued most in the world.

'I nearly forgot how…talented you are…' Angela spoke dumbly, her glazed over eyes somehow still appealing.

'Ability fueled by desire, I think.'

'How humble of you…'

'That felt more intense than usual.' Fareeha helped Angela to her feet, the woman still seeking her support to remain stable on her feet.

'It's been too long since our last…session, I suppose. I truly missed you.'

Fareeha swallowed deeply.

'I missed you, too.'

'I just need a moment, but then I will be more than willing to return the favour.' Angela said with a bit of effort.

'Oh, you don't have to.' Fareeha refused politely despite her groin practically burning with want.

'I'm aware I do not have to, but I certainly wish to.' Angela placed her hands on Fareeha's chest, resting her head a little higher. She began giggling suddenly, looking up mischievously. 'And what was that, exactly?' Angela asked in humour.

'Uh…what?'

She encircled Fareeha's breast with her finger, causing the dark centre to become erect.

'A new fetish we have discovered, perhaps?'

'I…'

'It was rather different, but somewhat exciting being encouraged to suck upon my own body. Heheh!'

Fareeha's face heated, and she diverted her gaze.

'It was spontaneous, to be honest.'

'I didn't mind.' Angela encouraged, her hand beginning to stroke lower upon Fareeha's body, navigating closer and closer to her unfinished desires.

'Hello?' Brigitte's voice called out from within the main room. 'You still in the shower, Angela? Or is that Fareeha?'

Angela clicked her tongue so loudly Fareeha thought surely her closest friend would hear it.

'A rain check it is, then. I promise I will pay you back properly, Fareeha Amari.'

Fareeha almost refused to accept the offer, but was finally beginning to learn how to handle the woman, and therefore, simply nodded.

'I'll hold you to it.'

'Please do.' She smiled back. 'One minute, Brigitte! Fareeha and I are merely swapping places. I'll be out momentarily.' Angela gave her lover a wink, and then climbed out, her body too irresistible to not stare as she disappeared to the other side of the curtain.

'Oh, and I need to go out for but a moment, Fareeha. I shouldn't be terribly long. A couple of hours, perhaps?'

This was news. The festival was beginning shortly after noon. Where could Angela possibly have to go?

'Where?' Fareeha asked, a small bite in her voice.

'That's a secret, dear. I ask that you simply trust me. I want it to be a surprise.'

'I'd rather just stay with you.'

'Oh, and I love you for it, but please humour this silly girl's request. I shall be with Amelie, if that helps ease your mind.'

Fareeha thought it over, still disliking everything about the notion. She had learned to trust Amelie after everything they had been through, but a part of her still hesitated to leave her princess in the woman's care without supervision. Nonetheless, she would have to put her pride and possessiveness aside. Angela wasn't a fool. She was arguably even more experienced than Fareeha at surviving in many circumstances.

Angela pulled the curtain aside abruptly, startling Fareeha as she reached in and touched the woman's face, stroking the tattoo that rested beneath her eye.

'I'll return as quickly as I can. This was something of an impromptu decision, but I do believe you will approve.'

Mysterious. But fine.

'Okay. I'll see you later, then.'

Angela smiled girlishly, kissing Fareeha one last time before seemingly departing not long after quickly drying her hair.

Fareeha completed the task of bathing shortly thereafter, allowing Brigitte to jump in immediately following her exit. She went through her suitcase, trying not to be slightly annoyed by the fact Angela was going somewhere without her during their vacation, and put on a simple black tank top with jeans (an outfit she favoured more often than not). She tinkered with her phone a bit, sighed, flipped through images she had made an effort to take of her and Angela during their travels, and felt her heart simply ache. They spent so much time together that being apart was like missing a limb. Fareeha was incomplete without the woman. She was her other half. Angela claimed she had similar sensations apart from Fareeha, but why was this doubt continuing to creep into her? Was it because of the monumental step she was so nervous about taking?

Fareeha lay upon the bed, staring at the ceiling listlessly and feeling particularly silly for leaning so heavily on the other woman. It wasn't fair, and she needed to remember what it was like on her own. She had been content then, hadn't she?

'Hey.' Brigitte was out of the shower, a pair of yellow panties clasping tightly to her pretty form. She adjusted a matching sports bra, her bountiful chest tantalizing without her realizing it, maybe.

'Hey.' Fareeha responded, trying not to sound overly forlorn.

'You alright?' She asked.

'I'll be fine. Just being selfish. I should enjoy my time with you as well, really.' Fareeha figured out just then. She did really miss Brigitte. She sat up, observing the usually peppy girl exhale deliberately. 'But…what about you?'

'Me?' Brigitte snickered. 'Oh, you know. Same ol' same ol'.'

Fareeha could hear it. Frustration. Enough about her, Fareeha needed to support her friend who had been nothing but wonderful before Fareeha and Angela had decided to partially leave Overwatch.

'Is there anything…you want to discuss with me?'

Brigitte initially shook her head, her pretty auburn hair swaying about her face, but then she glanced around, as if to make completely sure they were alone. She moved to Fareeha's bed, sitting upon it with a huff and shrugging.

'When was your breaking point, Fareeha?'

'Oh.' Fareeha put the pieces together and cupped her chin, searching the archives of her memory. 'Depends on the exercise, but usually I cap at around one hundred thirty to one hundred and sixty pounds, I guess.'

Brigitte blinked, stared dumbly, and then laughed heartily, like her father was so very capable of doing.

'I love you, Fareeha.' She patted the girl's shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. 'Really. If I swung that way, I would totally be into you. No wonder Angela fell for you. You're too cute!'

'To my credit, you didn't give me context.' Fareeha blushed.

'True. True. Sorry. You're right.'

'So, what did you mean?'

Brigitte hesitated, as if losing her nerve, but went on after a moment.

'With Angela. When couldn't you settle for being friends anymore? When did you know you just…had to try for more?'

'Ah.' Fareeha smiled fondly at the memory. It felt like hours ago. It was beyond vivid in her mind. She had just brought Angela to her bed after their first "date". She was a little distraught over learning Angela might not feel anything more than friendship between the two of them, and was about to leave when…

'Believe it or not,' Fareeha grinned widely. 'She stopped me from walking away.'

'…Whoa.' Brigitte shook her head. 'Really?'

'Yes. She kissed me first. I had all but given up on the notion of more occurring in our relationship when, surprisingly, she seemed to push past whatever was holding her back and made the first truly, explicitly romantic move.'

'Damn…' Brigitte huffed. 'Lucky break.'

Fareeha thought about the conversation, and then touched her friend's hand, unsure of the motion, but wanting to show some level of sympathy, for she remembered the utter agony of thinking she would have to settle for nothing more with Angela Ziegler. By that point, it had really become too late. Lucky break, indeed.

'Are you…okay?' Fareeha tried again, and this time, to her horror, Brigitte's eyes watered, and she clamped her jaw tight.

'Brigitte…!' Fareeha could only think to say.

'It's fine. Really.' She hissed. 'I'm just…It's harder than I thought it'd be. I thought I could…just be with him and find contentment. But the more I see you and Angela, or even Lena and Amelie, for Christ's sake, the more I wonder what I'm missing out on.'

Brigitte breathed out stubbornly, rubbing her eyes in anger.

'Why did I have to fall in love with that big oaf? Seriously. He's just shy of triple my age! What's wrong with me?'

Fareeha had no clue how to answer. She was useless when it came to such talk. She was impressed with Brigitte's admittance of affection for the amazing Reinhardt, but that only meant her emotions had grown that much. How painful it must be.

'So, here I am, in one of the most beautiful countries in the world, and I'm constantly – like, constantly – wondering if I should say something or not. So stupid, right?'

Fareeha shook her head, trying to connect with the feelings as best she could and answer accordingly.

'Not at all. I've learned firsthand how powerful the heart is, and the agony you're experiencing just proves the authenticity of your affection.'

'…Yeah?' Brigitte had calmed herself, although she still seemed at odds with herself.

'Yes.' Fareeha reflected on the life she had found because she had the courage to ask Angela out and follow her own heart. She dared to dream, and because of that, her wildest imaginings came true. 'So…I think you should tell him.'

'R-really?' Not the answer she was expecting, obviously. But Fareeha recalled offering similar advice before. She hadn't changed her mind. In actuality, she was even more certain now.

'Really. Your friendship is so powerful that it will surely survive should things go awry. But I do think it's time. You do not deserve to be tortured like this. Get an answer so you can move on, come what may. I will return to base for some time before Angela and I depart to our next destination, if that helps.'

'You would do that?' Brigitte smiled tentatively.

'Brigitte.' Fareeha held her hand tightly now, the other girl's grip just as powerful. 'You are by best friend. I…do not have many comrades I would claim as "friends", to be honest, mostly because I take the title very seriously.'

'Like everything else.' Brigitte jested.

'Yes. Exactly.' Fareeha smiled. 'If my support can help you in your time of need, consider my person present and accounted for.'

Brigitte laughed hesitantly, but then simply wrapped her arms around Fareeha's neck and squeezed her with all her might.

'You're my best friend, too, Fareeha. I'm one lucky gal!' She backed away, blushing some as she fiddled with the blankets below them. 'And yeah. You know what? I'll take you up on that, if you don't mind. It would mean a lot to me.'

'Then it's done. I should visit my mother anyway after this trip.' Fareeha's eyes flickered, and Brigitte picked up on the spasm.

'What's up? You two get in a fight again or something?'

'Nothing like that…' Fareeha looked about the room as Brigitte had before, and leaned in close to the girl. 'But can you…keep a secret?'

After flipping out over what Fareeha had to share for a solid few minutes, Brigitte managed to drag the other woman out and about town for a little walk while they waited for Angela to return. It was nice to keep busy, Fareeha realized, and seeing more of Kyoto – especially the closer they got to the main area where the festival was to take place – was never a bad thing. The two girls had even managed to find what Fareeha decided would be a very special spot come the evening time. It was amazing, really, how the city was literally transforming to welcome a few days of celebration. Fareeha wondered about years, and years ago, when omnics weren't around and this festival was still occurring. How times had changed, for Kyoto was rather accepting of the mechanized beings, and Fareeha supposed it was a nice thing to see.

'I still can't believe it…' Brigitte went on, sucking on her bubble tea and shaking her head, the two women strolling over a bridge as cars flashed by next to them. 'I'm just barely thinking about saying something to Rein, and you're gonna do that?'

'I think so.' Fareeha shrugged. 'It feels right. This is a beautiful setting to do so. I just…wonder about the outcome.'

'Yeah. Angela's always been a little hard to read, you know? Even when she was coming by the house all the time back in the day, I could tell she was a bit different. Papa says she lives in a different world from most folk. Like a celebrity, right? Most of them go crazy for a reason.'

'That's an interesting comparison.' Yet, Fareeha could agree.

'But you changed her. Like a lot. It's sort of incredible.' Brigitte giggled. 'I mean, Angela was nice enough, but there was always this…giant wall between her and everyone else. Now, there's a much smaller barrier, and she smiles so much more. Or maybe just more honestly? Whatever. I love that you two found one another. And I get that you're nervous, but she wouldn't have been with you this long if she didn't truly adore you.'

'Still…I would hate to put her on the spot unnecessarily. My mother believes it's a pointless venture.'

'Seriously?'

'Yes.'

'Hm.' Brigitte slurped another big gulp of her drink. 'I think she's just trying to protect your feelings. I don't think most of us can get just how close you and Angela are. She's known Angela for a while too, right? She's probably scared because of how she used to be. I doubt Ana ever saw Angela agreeing to something like…that. Hahah!'

'Heh. True.' Fareeha nudged Brigitte with her shoulder, drinking her own beverage. 'To find two valuable friends for life in the organization I thought I could only dream of joining? I am a fortunate soul.'

'Aw! Go on!' Brigitte countered playfully.

'Really. Thank-you. I miss you very much during my travels.'

'Oh, same. It's sort of nutty how much I just want to lift weights and gab about everything with you. Rein is amazing, and I love him to death, but I can't talk to him about everything. We just aren't quite there yet.' Brigitte breathed out slowly. 'But maybe that can change.'

'You're a beautiful girl, Brigitte.' Fareeha started, noticing the way her friend burned with a slight amount of embarrassment. 'Inside and out you're attractive. Reinhardt would be a fool to refuse an opportunity at pure bliss.'

'Well, coming from you, I guess I'll have to take the compliment.' Brigitte laughed nervously. 'Hah. Thanks. I don't get told that a lot. Mama said it here and there, and guys who wanted to get in my pants definitely threw flattery like that around, but hearing it from you – from a lady who's into other ladies sometimes – yeah. It feels nice.'

'Reinhardt surely believes it as well. He'd have to be blind in both eyes not to see the majesty right under his nose.' Fareeha thought about it further, drawing from her own experiences with such legends and their fear of intimacy. 'The only reasons he would turn you down would either be because he doesn't feel worthy of such happiness after everything's he done, or he would worry about your and his reputation.'

'Tch. As if I care what others think.' Brigitte said angrily.

'Agreed. But, like it or not, his name carries weight, and the idea of a man his age "taking advantage" of a much younger girl is, unfortunately, a scenario he may want to avoid.'

'Fuck that.' Brigitte cursed in her mother tongue, the intonation enough for Fareeha to recognize the seething anger.

'I still believe it is best – for you, especially – to say something to the man. It's become too painful for you to hold in any longer. It will begin affecting your daily routine and, at worse, your performance in battle.'

'I know.' Brigitte nodded, leaning into Fareeha as they walked back to the hotel, the beautiful colours and sights of the festival nearing its completion reminding them to rendezvous with the rest of their team sooner rather than later.

'I'm going to do it.' Brigitte clenched her fist in front of her with motivation.

'Mind if I ask how?'

The girl winked, puffing out her chest.

'Obviously I'll pin the big idiot and "conquer" him until he can't resist to begin with.' Brigitte winced. 'Oh, shit. He's probably huge. Like…massive. Could I even…? Yikes. W-whatever!' She waved her hands. 'One thing at a time. I was joking. Hahah! Of course. Um…maybe just…ask him on a date?'

'You have no idea?'

'It'll come to me!'

'Okay.' Fareeha chuckled. 'Either way, I'll be around. So, we can mark up a plan of attack closer to the date. A well thought out strategy never hurts.'

'Heh. Coming from an expert, I can't argue with that!'

The hotel came into view, and Fareeha's heart raced. She had managed to pass a few hours by with Brigitte, almost forgetting about Angela's disappearance she was so engrossed with her time with her friend. However, now that she was likely to encounter her lady again with certain intents, her mouth felt dry, and she prepared for the second half of the day; the next hours in her life potentially changing everything.

Fareeha could hear her voice before she saw her. It sounded like quite the gathering in her room, with Hana, Lena, and perhaps Emily's voice in the mix. It hadn't been that long, but Fareeha felt her heart skip a beat upon entering the space, Brigitte not that far behind.

'Hey, luvs! Welcome back!' Lena waved excitedly, the girls gathered about Angela who was in what appeared to be a kimono adorned with beautiful colours that took Fareeha a moment to consume. The primary colour was a soft blush-pink, with white lilies decorating the rest at various points. The obi was currently being adjusted by Emily, who had her hair up in a high, messy ponytail and was squinting with a perfectionist ideal.

'Wait a second, Angela!' She demanded, the older woman flinching to turn and see who had come in.

Angela turned her neck, and smiled nervously, as if shy about her current situation. She was, as always, so very breathtaking to Fareeha, and the younger girl almost forgot to move forward she was so stunned by her lady's beauty.

'A moment, if you would.' She relented, and Lena laughed as Emily continued to give the doctor one final pat down.

'There. I think you're good. Next?'

'Oh! Oh! Me! You're really good at that, Emily!' Hana volunteered, bringing over her own kimono which had white bunnies prancing about it and a charming combination of purples and yellows.

Brigitte gave Fareeha a nudge as she went into the room, leaving Fareeha and Angela a little space at the entrance to chat semi-privately.

'You look…amazing.' Fareeha admitted, tucking some strands of Angela's blonde hair behind her ear in a showing of affection. Her updo was brilliant, and the way she had to move a little more gingerly made Fareeha wild with adoration.

'My thanks.' She blushed.

Fareeha wanted to kiss her. Oh, she wanted to hold her so tightly right then and there. But she preferred to show tact, and relinquished the thought as hastily as it came. She was so enraptured that she nearly forgot about the woman's abrupt departure hours ago.

'You took care of your…business?' Fareeha wasn't sure whether to pry or not, but curiosity got the better of her.

'Ah. Yes.' Angela looked about furtively before touching Fareeha's arm and encouraging her into the hall. 'I…am unsure if it was appropriate, but the idea has been with me for quite some time.'

'Okay.' Fareeha answered, unsure what to expect.

Angela smiled, touching Fareeha's face and stroking the tattoo around her eye.

'I've always loved this tribute to your mother and your heritage as a whole. The permanence of it is profoundly beautiful. The eye of Horus, is it not? The God of the sky in ancient Egyptian mythology?'

'Er…yes.'

'Fitting. Very fitting. You are, indeed, a Goddess of the sky when you enter the fight.'

'Nothing compared to you…' Fareeha continued to push the flattery away.

'Still, you are my Goddess, and that will never change so long as I have a say in matters.'

'Agreed.' Fareeha grinned.

'Therefore,' Angela tugged at the collar of her kimono, the act immediately stimulating to Fareeha until she noted a marking on her lady. It processed a second later, and Angela was already speaking. 'Precisely where my heart is, you see? A tiny, subtle tattoo of the eye of Horus in a place only you are permitted to see, under most circumstances.' Angela giggled hesitantly. 'I…You have my heart, Fareeha. I truly don't believe that will change. Not after this long. Not with how strong my feelings for you remain. In the rare instances we are apart, I need a piece of you with me. I need it in my skin. I want to feel it. I…hope it doesn't come across as disrespectful to your roots.'

Fareeha blinked, incapable of responding immediately. Angela's skin wasn't even red from the procedure. She had already healed. Then, the tears came, and she turned, wiping them away in frustration. Her soul was touched, and Angela's hands found her arms, holding her lovingly.

'I pray those aren't tears of disappointment?'

'No!' Fareeha's voice cracked.

'Heh. Good.'

'It's…I'm speechless.' Fareeha responded truthfully. 'To know you think of me…in such a way. I…I don't feel worthy.'

'Oh, but you are. Really. How can I ever convince you of this truth?'

Fareeha looked at Angela, then, her chest hurting she loved her so terribly. The woman seemed to pick up on something in her thoughts, and raised a brow curiously.

'What?' She pried.

'N-nothing…It's perfect.' Fareeha deflected. 'As perfect as the woman it has been drawn upon.'

'Ahem.' Amelie's voice called out suddenly, breaking the moment, to Fareeha's annoyance. 'I apologize, but I believe it is past due time to be on our way if we expect to have any semblance of viewership to this festival.'

Fareeha turned to the woman sharply, but was stunned into silence when she saw the ex-assassin completely done up, a red kimono decorated with gold and gorgeous fish covering her undeniably perfectly shaped body, her hair done up with a shimmering headpiece with strands strategically allowed to fall about her long, angular face.

'My. Aren't you a vision?' Angela beamed.

'The staff of this hotel would seem to agree. I thought the people in this country were more disciplined than the West. Evidently, this is not true.'

'Oi! You can hardly blame them, Luv!' Lena appeared, apparently uninterested in wearing a kimono herself and opting for her typically tomboyish attire. She zipped over to the graceful woman, cupping her chin and nodding away. 'Not bad at all!'

'Oh? So, you weren't lying about knowing how to get yourself into one of those, huh?' Emily also walked into the hall. 'Very nice. You're as bloody gorgeous as ever.'

'Please…' Amelie coloured just slightly, twisting her face about to hide her embarrassment. 'Are we planning to view the festival or not?'

'Okay, Amelie! If you wanna go so badly then we'll go! Wow! Didn't know you were so into these kinds of things.' Lena teased, and it made Amelie frown even more.

'So be it. I'll be on my way.' She began to leave, both Emily and Lena giggling as they followed.

'Meetcha out there!' Lena waved.

'Quite the group.' Angela chuckled.

'Very much so.'

'In any case, I ensured that a rather fitting kimono was procured for you, Fareeha. Shall we?'

'Oh…I'm not sure I want to wear one.'

'Naturally. I took your lack of interest in more "feminine" attire into account. Join me!'

Fareeha stared at her reflection after about twenty minutes of Angela transforming her for the festival. She was wearing a men's kimono, it's dark blue, solid colour scheming working well with her skin tone and hair (which was tied in a low, tiny ponytail). It fit perfectly. It looked better than Fareeha could have anticipated. She felt so very comfortable in the attire, and part of her wondered if she was perhaps meant to be born male. It wasn't an infrequent thought to this day.

'You're stunning, Fareeha. My knight, as always.' Angela was smiling from ear to ear, fussing over little wrinkles throughout the outfit.

Stunning. Beautiful. Handsome. She loved hearing Angela say all these things. She believed her now. It took some getting used to, but she was convinced at this point that her angel wasn't lying.

'It's perfect.' Fareeha agreed.

'An understatement, if ever there was one.'

Fareeha breathed in deeply, turning and finding Angela's shoulders, holding her with affection.

'Let me see it again.' She asked, already shifting the smooth material to the side.

'O-oh. Of course.' And Angela did the rest, her cleavage distracting. Fareeha's vision had blurred upon the first viewing, but she had calmed some since, and absorbed the piece of artwork embedded into her lady. 'You like it?' Angela decided to ask again.

'I do. Really. It's strange, but I really feel like I'm a part of you now. It's…exciting.'

'Heh. Good! Because you are in every other way, Fareeha Amari.'

There was a moment. Angela's eyes shifted, a gaze coming over her that made Fareeha swallow in anticipation. Yes. She could. Right now. She wanted to. But…

'We should…catch up with the others.' She rejected the desire with every ounce of energy she had.

'Quite.' Angela shook her head. 'Yes. Let's.'

The parade through Kyoto was already underway when Fareeha and Angela finally began to make their journey to the centre of the city. Crowds had collected exponentially since Fareeha's morning run, and it became progressively more difficult to move as they neared their ideal spot to view it all.

'I'll message Brigitte.' Fareeha offered, extracting her phone from her kimono.

'My thanks – Oh! Look at that float!' Angela tugged on Fareeha excitedly, indicating an enormous presentation, dancers in traditional masks putting on quite a show atop the massive construct. The music was brilliant, soaked in oriental influence, and the sheer volume of everyone around was almost a bit much. Still, as Fareeha clasped onto her phone, she grinned, wrapping Angela under her arm and taking it all in.

Months and months of less than ideal circumstances made it nearly difficult to fully relax and enjoy the bounty of privilege all around them, but Fareeha would try, finding herself frequently looking down at the woman within her clutch and swelling with a joy she wasn't sure how to harness still.

Angela caught one such glance, and grinned slyly, holding Fareeha tightly with both arms and kissing her cheek lightly.

'I love feeling your hands on me.' She spoke gently, her voice practically lost in the wind and conversations all around. 'They are a familiar touch I consume vivaciously.'

'A fortunate occurrence for us both, then, because I love the sensation of your body within my grasp.'

'We fit together almost instantly upon meeting, didn't we?'

'The pull was near-immediate, yes.'

'Strange, isn't it?'

'Fortunate is the word I'd use.'

'Our souls were meant to be together, I have deduced.'

'Is that a fact?'

'Scientifically it only makes sense.'

'Ah. I suppose it's hard to argue with science.'

'Indeed. You best not.'

Fareeha reflected on some of her most treasured moments with Angela Ziegler, memories archived as safely as she could manage. More displays passed them by, and while eye-catching, they paled in comparison to the light that hadn't left Fareeha since the moment she lay eyes on this brilliant doctor. She didn't have a choice. Despite what her mother had said, there was only one more course of action to take…

'I truly want to begin running with you, Fareeha.' Angela said seemingly out of nowhere. 'But I fear I'd slow you down.'

'That wouldn't matter to me. I could always go for another lap afterward.'

'You say that, but you understand how that would be discouraging as well, yes?'

'Oh. Yes. I'm sorry.'

'Nonetheless, I would be willing to endure such a slight if it meant spending those intimate moments in the morning with you during less trying times.'

'I would like nothing more.' In fact, again, the idea of Angela in running gear was strangely arousing. Fareeha decided to keep the thought to herself.

The festival was as incredible as its reputation, and before long, Angela and Fareeha managed to meet up with the rest of their group – save for Sombra – and began the difficult-but-worth-it task of tasting the various foods many of the street vendors had to offer. Brigitte, Hana, and Lena dug in enthusiastically, hands full of food within the half hour. Amelie and Emily showed much more grace, their mature and intelligent beauty something to marvel. Fareeha noted the way the two women drew quite the attention from the male gaze…when Angela herself wasn't distracting anyone fortunate enough to spot her amongst the crowd. Fareeha easily navigated the swarm of people, eventually purchasing some takoyaki and crepes for her and her lady.

The group eventually found some seating near the edge of the strip of vendors, setting up camp as the festival's music and the constant sea of people and omnics passed them by.

'This is bloody brilliant!' Lena exclaimed, her mouth still a touch full.

'Right!? Korea has festivals and whatever, but nothing like this! Heheh!' Hana agreed.

'You got stopped for a lot of photos though, huh?' Brigitte added.

'Oh, yeah. It was fine. People here are pretty good!'

'That little girl was adorable.' Emily went on.

'Oh, right! She was crazy smitten with you! Didn't care for ol' Tracer here! Hahah!'

'That's because Amelie was glaring at anyone who stared at us for too long.' Emily nudged the woman, who shook her head in frustration.

'Leering. They were leering.'

'Well, stop being so bloody pretty. How about that?'

'Simpletons.'

Fareeha laughed to herself, enjoying the takoyaki in particular. The sun was already beginning to set, and her heart went to her throat, a glance from Brigitte reminding her of what was to come, should she wish it. And she did. Enough to write it out and leave it on the top of Kyoto's famous mountain. Fireworks would start within the hour, and that's when she intended to…

'It's been really great to see you two again, you know?' Lena started suddenly, addressing Fareeha and Angela. 'A whole bloody year, innit? Man. Sounds a little silly coming from me, but time sure does fly.'

'Does it ever.' Angela concurred.

'I've heard quite a bit about the two of you.' Emily continued. 'Angela Ziegler, of course, I've read a few of your articles and a book or two. Fareeha Amari – Ana's daughter – you're an imposing individual, aren't you? If I hadn't been conditioned by Amelie here, I'm sure I'd be a touch intimidated.'

'Oh. She's a big softy.' Angela smiled.

'Unless you piss her off. I wouldn't want to be on the other end of that.' Brigitte chuckled heartily.

'Well, either way, it's been a pleasure so far. I'm looking forward to chatting more.' Emily nodded. She was…alarmingly beautiful in a girl-next-door kind of way. Fareeha supposed she could understand Angela's harmless intrigue with Hana, because Fareeha herself found Emily suited her taste more than not. Naturally, her heart belonged to Angela first and foremost, but Emily reaffirmed her preferred sex at times, she supposed. Interesting…

'Too bad Sombra's being a sourpuss. I thought for sure she'd hang out with us.' Lena changed the subject again, not one to let the conversation slide much whatsoever.

'She's always been an enigma. Talon couldn't even tie her down, whatsoever. She refuses to be bound in any way.' Amelie lowered her voice as she went on, the noise of the festival drowning her out some. 'Her heart is perhaps even more guarded than mine was…'

'I'm sure I could turn her around with enough time.' Lena laughed.

Fareeha half-expected Amelie to condemn the optimistic comment, but instead, she smirked, shaking her head.

'Indeed. If anyone could, it would be you.'

'That's all fine and dandy, Lena, but no new members to this little club, got it?' Emily sighed.

'Bloody hell, Luv; you gotta go ruin my dream for a harem?'

'Don't push it, missy!'

It had the potential to be awkward, but everyone ended up laughing out of a mixture of relief and good humour, the night descending further until the first firework exploded in the sky, the sight of the rainbow dust sprinkling downward toward earth dazzling, to say the very least. The group had managed to find a relatively spacious area to enjoy the display that took place over some water, and as Fareeha gazed upon the crowd that had gathered, their faces lit up with every sequential explosion of colours, she felt her resolve to protect the innocent reaffirm itself in her heart, her legacy's dedication to the task flowing in her veins. Human. Omnic. It didn't matter. The fight refused to end. The Black Omnics weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and Talon's threat couldn't be stopped by normal means. Overwatch existed to stop the terrorist group. It was the light to the darkness. Just as Angela was Fareeha's beacon of hope.

A nudge to her elbow made the tall woman find Brigitte, her mischievous grin telling as she nodded in the direction she and Fareeha had made there way earlier in the day.

"Good luck," she mouthed, and Fareeha bit at her lips, turning back to Angela and tugging at the sleeve of her kimono.

'Could you…come with me?' Fareeha spoke into the doctor's ear, a look of inquisitiveness returned to her and testing her courage. She had fought Nemesis, armies of omnics, and even humans equipped with heavy artillery, but Fareeha would admit that this was quite terrifying in a completely new and different way from the moment she began.

'Okay.' Angela replied almost meekly.

Fareeha held her hand, their fingers intertwining perfectly as they did since the first moment Fareeha had the pleasure of feeling the other woman's touch within her own, and they moved through the lights of the night. Fireworks erupted in sync with charming music, the collective gasping and cheering from the crowd gathered making the night already one to remember.

After some time, Fareeha found the hill that elevated any who climbed it to a lookout of the city, a tiny bench and fence to keep others from falling over the edge completing the image. It was somehow vacant, perhaps because of the distance from the main source of the festival and the multiple outlets available for a similar but closer view of the fireworks. Either way, the only variable outside of Fareeha's control had been bypassed, which should have been a relief, but sent a flurry of anxiety through the normally collected soldier.

'Oh, my…' Angela placed her hands together close to her pretty mouth. 'A pleasant view.'

She was a little out of breath. The trek was fine for Fareeha, but she should have offered to carry Angela some of the way, forgetting the difference in their physical abilities due to her own spiraling mind.

'I thought you'd like it.' Fareeha spoke automatically, searching the pockets within her kimono and tracing an overly familiar object now with her fingers. Transferring it to her kimono without Angela noticing was a task in and of itself. It contained everything she wanted to say in physical form.

She wanted to. Oh, God did she want to. This woman had changed everything. This individual had taught Fareeha how to not only love another human being with every fibre of her essence, but also love herself and give everything she had for the world around her. As a woman of battle, Fareeha's confidence was already in place before meeting Angela, but as a sexual being, she quickly understood how confused and regretful she was. Fareeha still felt the need to thank her fortune daily for meeting this spectacular soul that fit into her life so universally flawlessly. It was a cosmic shift she had no hope resisting against. Angela Ziegler a.k.a. Mercy of Overwatch, was her everything, and she wanted to commit herself to the woman and everyone around them forevermore.

'Angela…?' Fareeha swallowed, her throat dry.

'Yes?' She half-turned, the lights flurrying through the sky behind her mesmerizing.

'This…has been a nice vacation so far, hasn't it?' Don't rush it. But don't run away either.

'Oh, Fareeha.' She giggled. 'Anywhere with you is "nice". A third world country in the midst of collapse is somehow "nice" so long as you're by my side.' She squinted. 'Well, perhaps "nice" is a tad disrespectful, but you know my meaning.'

'I do.' Fareeha was more than aware of what her lady meant.

'Come closer.' Angela encouraged, taking Fareeha's hand and wrapping it around her shoulder. She nuzzled in, breathing deeply and sighing. 'Your scent…I love it so. Your mere presence calms my heart.'

'I hope you don't mind me dragging you here. I thought…you'd like the view.'

She looked up, grinning sadly, it seemed.

'I've liked the view for approximately one year, Fareeha Amari. I doubt that shall change. I appreciate the moment of solitude, however, for it was rather crowded and noisy. I hope our friends aren't concerned.'

'I told Brigitte where we were going.'

'Oh. My thanks. I enjoy our little group, to be perfectly honest.'

'Me, too.'

'…Would you like to return to Overwatch?' Angela asked, curiously.

'Part of me does.' Fareeha wanted to be honest. 'But more of me only wants to be with you and assisting your commitment to those in need.'

'I sometimes wonder if our direct involvement again would help hasten a conclusion to this ridiculous war. I hate the thought, but it tugs at my mind at times.'

'I…don't know.'

'Nor do I.' Angela huffed, pushing her head into Fareeha's body. 'Nonetheless, a discussion for another day. For now, we must consider this moment, and lock it away in our memories, yes?'

'Definitely.'

They grew silent then, but it was never an awkward moment of tranquility anymore. Fareeha massaged Angela's shoulder methodically, and small, verbal sighs of pleasure and contentment greeted the taller girl's attention. Fareeha closed her eyes, her mind twisting with all the doubts she attempted to keep at bay, and then began, her best friend's words of encouragement spurring her forward toward another reality she thought she could only ever dream of.

'Angela.' She uttered, her voice laced in affection.

'Fareeha.' Angela reflected.

'I…love you.'

Angela shivered.

'Ah. To think my heart would still leap. Perhaps it's the setting. Ever romantic. Exceedingly so, really.'

'I can't imagine my life…ever going on without you.'

'I think we've both made that quite clear to one another, considering our past adventures.'

'R-right. But I'd like to make it obvious…to the world.'

A beat, and Fareeha knew Angela was intelligent enough to put the pieces together. However, would she suspect what Fareeha had planned? Fareeha wasn't certain until she, in one fluid yet somehow painfully slow motion, released her hold on Angela and shifted onto one knee, clasping her lady's hand in both of hers as the sky exploded with a myriad of light and colours.

'Oh…my God…!' Angela's voice quivered, her eyes full of tears instantaneously. 'F-Fareeha Amari…!'

'Angela Ziegler, you've been a blessing in my life from the second we were reunited again in Iraq. I felt a surge pass through me then, and it has only consumed my very being more and more as I got to know you, learn from you, and eventually fall completely and hopelessly in love with you.' The words came more easily than Fareeha anticipated, Angela's hand quivering in her own.

'A-ah…Oh…I-I…!' Angela was sputtering. It was so completely rare for her to be beyond composure that it only encouraged Fareeha, strangely enough.

'You are my princess. I am honoured to be your knight. But I can settle for those roles no longer. My heart yearns for a commitment etched into history. I wish to make it clear to the world that you are my greatest treasure and grandest source of pride.'

She paused, seeing the way Angela's cheeks were covered in tears, and grinned happily, knowing they weren't tears of fear or dismay. No. They were so clearly tears of overwhelming surprise and joy.

'I…I want you to be my wife, Angela Ziegler.' Fareeha felt her own eyes burning now, verbalizing the desire forcing her heart into her throat as she asked the question she never thought she, as a woman, could. She extracted the tiny box from her kimono, and sprung it open, a ring shimmering with a tiny diamond so pure it shone high into the night sky. 'Would you honour this lovestruck soldier by marrying me?'

'H-hah…!' Angela gasped, her shaky breaths rapid now before she nodded fervently, sobbing excessively as she practically fell to her knees, holding Fareeha's hands and nodding over and over again.

'Of course…m-my knight. Of course, I'll marry you…A hundred times I'll marry you. O-oh…God…I never suspected…B-but I'm so…happy…'

'Really?' Fareeha grinned.

'Yes. Y-you're wife? I…It hadn't crossed my mind in some time, but…Oh. I love you so much, Fareeha. And it's so beautiful. Delicate and tasteful. You know me…so well…'

'May I?' Fareeha took the little trinket from its bed.

Angela nodded, presenting her hand and allowing Fareeha to slide the band around the appropriate finger.

'Aha…' The doctor sniffed. 'I was never one for such decorations. But this? Oh, I could stare at this for hours…'

'I'm glad you like it.'

'I adore it, Fareeha. I adore you. You're so…utterly adorable.' She blinked, giggling in between sobs of elevation. 'Is this…what you wished for yesterday? You wished for me to "say" yes?'

'…It was. I was…nervous.' Fareeha admitted. 'I wasn't sure if you even wanted…any of this.'

'I didn't, really.' Angela sighed. 'Until I met you. It's always you, Fareeha.' She looked to the ring. 'It shall always be you. I've known this for quite some time now.'

They embraced, Angela's grip upon Fareeha so tight it was almost painful.

'Never let me go, Fareeha.' Angela spoke softly, mirroring words she had said what felt like lifetimes ago.

'I won't.'

'Hold me…forever.'

Fareeha stroked Angela's hair, its silky texture slipping through her fingers with a familiarity so special it hurt. She tightened her jaw, and gripped her lady passionately, thanking the direction her life had taken anew.

'I will.'