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overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari

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Who: Fareeha and you!
When: Today and onwards
Where: R1, R5, or anywhere inbetween
What: Fareeha returns from an exhausting contract job and starts to reconnect with friends
Warnings: na, will add as needed

Open - Lion House, R5

[Fareeha finally arrives home after escorting a Savrii celebrity on an off-planet tour. It was exhausting and frustrating work, if relatively easy considering some of her past experiences. Still, she's glad to get back to Lion House - depositing her suitcase in her room and going to the kitchen to fix herself some tea before settling on the couch. She'd intended on just relaxing and winding down after a long bit of travel, but jet lag and fatigue took over before long she's got her head tipped back against the couch and she's sleeping soundly.]

Open - Miller's Diner, R1

[It's been a couple days, and once she's rested a little bit, she makes a point to head out to Miller's diner for a pick-me-up. She's been in limited contact and is looking forward to getting back in touch with people. If you get a message from her, it's probably while she's sitting in the diner.]

[Of course, part of the reason she's chosen this location is the promise of a little emotional support while she sends a difficult message. She's had time to let the news that Jack had dropped on her settle in, and while the anger isn't as sharp, there's a deep settled discomfort. She's not ready to talk to Jack yet, but there's still this pressing desire to actually have a relationship with her mother - she didn't want to lose her again. Trust was still going to be very scarce, but that was just something she'd have to take as it comes.]

[So she might be a little distracted if you find her here, but she is still open for a conversation.]

Private -- Ana

[It's a voice message. It's a step up from text, but not quite to the level of video yet. Her voice is steady, if lacking warmth.]

I am home now, if you wanted to talk.

Wildcard

[Or, feel free to catch her anywhere inbetween!]

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[lúcio had just been visiting lion house as he is wont to do; many of his friends live there, after all. he stops when he walks by the door that opens into the room pharah is napping in and backpedals, grinning.

he enters the room, quietly closing the door and sits next to her, putting a warm hand on her shoulder and shaking her gently.]

Hey, Fareeha?

[Fareeha is show to rouse but eventually sits up, blinking blearily. She sees Lúcio and smiles before attempting to rub some of the sleep off her face.]

Lúcio! Hey! Sorry, I hadn't expected to nap like that ...

Don't worry about it, Fareeha. I'm just glad you're home safe. Do you want a pillow or a blanket?

[he sits opposite her, beaming.]

[She sits up a little further and stretches, attempting to wake up in the presence of her guest. She chuckles at his suggestions.]

You get me either of those and I'm likely to fall asleep again. [For as tired as she was, and as much as recent family drama is still hanging on her, Lucio's stupidly happy face is impossible to ignore and she grins looking at him.] What have you been up to? Something certainly has you in a good mood.

That's the point, only comfier!

[he leans forward, elbows on his knees.]

I'm just glad to see you home safe, is all.

[She chuckles,] I'm glad to be home safe.

And a pillow would be nice, actually. But while you get that -- I'll be right back.

[She gets up and stretches, then disappears for a few moments while she heads to her room to dig through her suitcase. She comes back and hands Lúcio a little sound chip and a small roll of glossy paper.] I couldn't say anything while on tour, but I was escorting a Savrii rock musician. Was able to get you his latest album and a signed poster.

[lúcio honest to god shrieks in delight. just shrieks and slowly puts it down on the side table while shrieking then jumps up and wraps his arms around pharah.]

Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I love it, Pharah!

[She's still waking up and not exactly expecting such a shriek or to be nearly solidly tackled. She blinks a couple moments before laughing, and moving to return the hug.]

Anything for you, Lúcio.

[he just. yells gently into her chest.]

You're so good to me, Fareeha...!

No, Lucio - I think you'e got it backwards.

Everyone else isn't good enough to you.

[As usual, it was an early morning for Darin. Now that things have settled, he's going back to his old routine from back home on Anmaral: Getting up at dawn, making a nice breakfast, then going out for his daily run.]

[When he gets downstairs and sees Fareeha, he almost calls out to her. When did she get home? It's been ages! But then he notices the way her head is tipped. Man, he's been there before. He couldn't bring himself to wake her.]

[That said, he quietly goes back up stairs, then returns with one of his blankets. Quietly, he drapes it over her, then goes into the kitchen to cook up some breakfast.]

[She's vaguely aware someone's moving around her and vaguely aware of the slight added pressure as he covers her with a blanket, but she's too far into deep sleep to be able to pull herself out of it. It's the smell of breakfast that finally pushes through her senses enough to rouse her, and sits up and stretches.]

Whatever smells so good, I hope you're making extras.

[Now that she's been able to get most of hte sleep taken care of, she is aware that she's quite hungry. She hopes whoever is in the kitchen is a kind and generous soul.]

[Darin grins as he continues frying up some eggs. They're not the same as normal eggs, mind you. These yolks are purple with orange spots, but hey, protein is protein, right? And they taste just as good. He's got some bacon sizzling alongside the eggs, and something that looks and smells a lot like sausage links frying up in another pan.]

Heh, I had a feeling this might wake you up. Don't worry, I'm making plenty.

Coffee or juice?

Juice. I think I've had enough coffee to last the rest of my lifetime. [Because heaven forbid their tour shuttle stock any tea ... and heaven forbid she actually sleep while she was there.]

[She rouses and makes her way to the kitchen, stretching, yawning, and then pulling down plates and silverware for the both of them.]

How have you been, Darin?

Oh, you know...the usual. Get up, do my morning exercises, go off to work exploring new and uncharted worlds, take samples, come back, try not to drive the rest of the house up a wall, get some sleep, wake up, rinse and repeat. The usual.

You look like you've seen better jobs though. I've never seen you pass out on the couch before.

[He moves over to the toaster and feeds it two slices of bread, then pulls the tab down before grabbing two glasses. He tops them off with some blue juice and hands Fareeha a glass.]

Must have been hell. Gonna take the rest of the day off I hope?

[She gratefully takes the glass and leans back against the counter.]

I'll probably take a week before looking for another gig. The thing is, this wasn't exactly a dangerous or high-stress high-trauma experience; it was just tiring. Escorting prima-donna egotistical celebrities is not something I'm keen to repeat. He's used to getting everything he wants and having everything exactly right and throws the most inane, child-like tantrums if it's not going his way. And I got to be the first and last person to deal with him throughout the tour; I was his bodyguard, escort, and nanny.

Please, tell me about the world's you've visited; I need to live vicariously over someone who didn't nearly pull their hair out because the flowers were white with blue spots instead of green with purple spots.

...Seriously? You've got to have the patience of a saint or something. If I had to deal with someone like that, I would have tossed him into low-orbit.

[He laughs as he starts to serve up the breakfast on both plates. He makes sure to give her a little extra. It sounds like she needs it.]

Well, I've been spending a lot of time Aueia doing some fishing. Hunk cooks, so I've been bringing him a lot of things to cook with. Aside from that, it's been mostly odd jobs. I'm trying to stay out of trouble. Which I'm sure comes as a surprise.

If I'm honest, I wasn't sure I would be able to make the whole tour without throttling him, but somehow I managed.

[She sees what you did there but she's not complaining becuase - you know what? She's starving. ] How are our new housemates? We've got a couple, don't we?

Well, you've just got that way about you. I mean, you can put up with my antics after all.

[He grins and brings the plates over to the table, setting her out, then taking a seat at his place.]

Yup...those would be Lance and Keith, the remaining paladins from Shiro's team. I'm glad his whole crew is here...

[As happy as he is, that last statement sounded a little bit more somber than he'd intended.]

If anyone out there deserves it, it's Shiro.

Yes, he does.

[But, her own tone turns somber too - and although she wouldn't admit it there's a pang of jealousy. Does she not deserve her own team? Her brothers and sisters in Helix, especially after being cuts her family have made recently - her own mother? She focuses on her food for a moment.]

It seems he's been having a rough time lately. Good something's gone right for him.

[Darin pokes at his own food.]

Tell me about it...

He and the Princess had a bit of a tiff. I wound up siding with her because, honestly? The guy pushes himself too hard. I told him to take a few days to himself and then...get this...he puts me in charge.

I was just about ready to skip out and then he pulls that business?

He must trust you.

[And if he had a spat with Allura? Then whatever he was going through must be pretty serious.] And, look, the house isn't on fire, everyone is alive; job well done, Darin.

[Because things are getting a little too heavy.]

Heh...yeah, well. I'm not really the type to just leave when someone drops a bombshell on me like that.

...They're a good group. Not perfect. Not by any means. And I think they all want to get better for each other.

I'm...jealous. You know? I never had that. I never thought I should have that. But...here I am.

[The weight of the conversation seems to have dissipated with that. He's smiling now, but it's a bit wistful.]

I've never been part of a team before.

It's a good thing to be a part of.

[She eats a bit in thoughtful silence before continuing.] It took me a while to really appreciate it. My time in the army I was focused on trying to make a name for myself; to prove myself worthy of joining Overwatch, and when that failed an attempt to prove myself to my mother. It wasn't until I left the army and joined Helix that I truly gained an understanding of what it meant to be part of a team.

We're family. We eat together, train together, fight and die together. Those are some of the strongest bonds you'll ever forge. And maybe here, it's different; we're something of a domicile, it's mundane, but I think the same ideals still apply.

[Darin starts to eat, thoughtfully taking a sip of juice.]

You ever miss it?

Helix, I mean. Being with fellow soldiers, going on missions, things like that?

( Oh, good, there you are daughter. She was starting to wonder (worry) if you'd disappeared )

It is something I would like to do in person, if you would permit.

( If not she could begrudgingly do it over this.... but so impersonal )

[She debates quietly for a moment, because no; she doesn't want to do this in person, but the aversion and the anger has had time to settle into a dull burn instead of the sharpness it had held before. Besides, she knew of a place that came with her own support - and she's already there.]

Fine. How about here? [She sends coordinates to Miller's diner.]

I will be there momentarily.

( And she is true to her word, not leaving Fareeha waiting for too long before the door to the diner is pushed open, Ana stepping through.

She looks first, a small smile forming once she sees her daughter )

Fareeha. It is good to see you.

( Though she knows there is much that has happened for her daughter she cannot pretend, nor hide the fact that for her it has been so long. The relief at seeing her daughter safe and well, even if Lucio had already said at much, is wonderful )

[There is a conflict of emotions seeing Ana, for the first time since she left the farm after Jack's reveal. Fareeha was so unquestioningly hurt by the two of them, but this was still her mother; someone she had once buried and never imagined she'd see again. Having gone through that, it didn't matter how mad she could get; she would always deep down be happy to have her back.]

[Still, the hesitance is clear as she stands in order to give her a hug. She knows her mother would expect - or at least hope- for that much.]

I hadn't expected to see you so soon. Is there something wrong?

( Ana would like to say that she doesn't have any reservations or concerns of her own about seeing her daughter but that would not be truthful. It isn't seeing her daughter that makes her pause but how Fareeha may react, and it is something that she would like to tread carefully on. She wants to repair, not cause the hurt to go further )

There is not.

( She's stepping closer, silent as she simply holds Fareeha for a moment. It had been too long. Had it all been a mistake? Her conversation with Reinhardt, even her own reflection had told her that she had had other options then, but it was nothing she could change now )

But-- ( She steps back enough to look at Fareeha, hands resting on her shoulders ) --there is something you must know. Not a secret, but a truth still.

( She doesn't expect it to change anything, because how Fareeha feels is perfectly justified, but it'll be there to explain why Ana may not be able to react to some things )

[She might not be happy, but she's at least professional.]

[But, at Ana's words, she stiffens; her lips draw into a thin line. She's had about enough of secrets and truths and the idea that her mother's got another up her sleeve doesn't set her at ease. A wrong assumption, perhaps, but one based on previous experience. Fareeha doesn't move; neither sitting down or lingering in the hug or answering Ana's hands on her shoulders in kind. Her hands rest at her sides, in light fists to help ground herself.]

What else is there?

[There's a resignation to her voice; that she has to come to grips with the fact that she'll never know what's going to come out of her mother's mouth next. She doesn't feel she'll ever be able to rest easy around her again.]

You would not know this, not given our last conversation.

( And it wasn't only Fareeha that would have failed to notice but some of the others too -- ones that were not mad at her. Perhaps she hadn't been gone long, or perhaps as Angela had said she had been hidden away quite well. It would not be surprising )

But I was sent from this place. I was brought back but not as I was before. I did not remember what I had done before, and still do not.

( The Moira, or coming to Thisavrou. The rebuilding of their friendship, keeping Jack's secrets and then ripping up many relationships when it came to light. So much that she'd done that Ana didn't remember )

I tell you so that you know, nothing more.

( It's not a free pass, it's not wiping anything clean. Ana may not remember but Fareeha does and she cannot, nor will not ask her daughter to just forget and pretend simply because she does not remember )

[She listens, posessed of a certain wariness, but as the words sink in and she realizes just what Ana is saying, the tension leaks out of her and shifts into something more draining. She sits, frowning, looking off into space as she tries to reconcile just what her mother is telling her, and just what that means in this setting.]

[Ana had no idea, then. She didn't know that moment Jack walked in and interrupted them, she didn't know the moment prior when Fareeha had felt closer to her mother than ever before, here. Suddenly, although it's through no fault of her own - she couldn't have known - she feels incredibly guilty and selfish, the idea that Ana would have left while they were on such terrible terms, or that she unwittingly subjected her to that pain and ire when she returned none the wiser. It's crushing in a way she can't describe, that feels less like a righteous anger of before and more like a clawing in the pit of her stomach that she's failed somehow. There's still a lingering anger and hurt, but right now it's misdirected and lost - Fareeha herself feels misdirected and lost. She pulls in a long breath, closing her eyes, and lets it out in a breath before looking back at her mother, mixed emotions and regret and so much unspoken pain in her eyes.]

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have -- I treated you so poorly.

Hush.

( A hand moves up to brush some of Fareeha's hair back, lingering for a few seconds more on her face )

You did not know.

( Ana would not shame her daughter for that, or judge her for something out of their control. Jack had told her of what had happened before she'd left, of Ana's involvement in his secret. The details had not been complete regarding how it had gone down (and Ana had not asked for them) but other conversations had enlightened her some more )

There is no apology necessary.

( Though there is also not going to be one from Ana. This isn't the only decision she's made that Fareeha hasn't agreed with and she's never apologised before. She stands by it, and it wasn't wrong )

[She leans against the touch, reaching up to put her hand over her mother's. So much had happened and so much continues to happen; emotional, intangible things that can't be solved by fighting, things that aren't black and white and easily categorized. She's never been good at slowing down, or finding grey space between right and wrong.]

[And she's never been good at asking for help, but in this place, with the way things have been going, she needs it. She's tired of being angry, tired of the emotional exhaustion, and in this moment she just wants the comfort that her mother is here, and alive, and willing to try again.]

[She takes in an unsteady breath, finding herself thankful for this moment after everything that's happened.]

انا احبك امي

[Lea hasn't done nearly so much exploration as he meant to by now, so he's making a point to visit a new location at least once a day. Today's destination is a little diner in R1, and the instant he steps through the door he spots her: Fareeha. Oh, Light. He's still not sure what possessed him to act that way the last time--first time--they met, and he had really been hoping it was all a dream or something, but... well, there she is, definitely a real person. With a grimace, he sets his jaw and carefully approaches the table where she's seated. Under most circumstances, he wouldn't be concerned by what happened between himself and a perfect stranger, but they sort of exist in a bit of a bubble in this place, and he can't just have people thinking he's a creep or something.

[He carefully walks up to the table and awkwardly fidgets with his hands.]

Ah, hey... Fareeha, right? [He rubs the back of his neck.] I dunno if you remember me, but I was hoping we could talk for a minute.

[She looks up from her notes, grateful for a distraction, but has to chuckle nervously when she sees who it is. At least he's looking as bashful as she felt; she might not be the only one who wasn't exactly speaking soundly during their first meeting.]

Yes, absolutely. Have a seat, Lea?

[He's grateful she doesn't seem offended or angry at his presence, at least--and hey, she remembered his name, which is something he's always aiming for. Hopefully after they straighten a few things out she'll continue to remember it because he's an okay guy and not a weirdo. He grabs the chair across from her and spins it around, sitting backwards like usual, and blows a sigh up toward his hairline.]

So, ah... phew, I'm not sure where to begin, um... [He makes a bit of a face, then rakes a hand back through his hair.] About... before... [Come on, Lea, you're usually way more articulate than this.] I'm really not sure what came over me, to be honest. I mean, I'm always up for meeting new people, but I don't usually go about it in such a hideously cliché and corny manner, if you follow. [Another sigh that sends the little antennae at the front of his hairline askew, and he gives Fareeha an awkward, apologetic sort of smile.] I was kinda hoping maybe we could try again, now that I'm apparently less compelled to use awful pickup lines.

I think that would be reasonable, yes. [She can't help grinning a little self-consciously, remembering the awfully awkward conversation that still made her cringe when she thought about it. She leans back and crosses her arms.]

I don't think I was quite in my right mind, either.

[He blows out a sigh of relief and sort of folds forward, letting his head fall on his arms on the table.] Oh, thank Light it wasn't just me. [He glances up at her with a helpless sort of grin.] I mean, that isn't to say I didn't enjoy chatting with you, but I'm usually a lot more put-together than that. The only time I make stupidly obvious and cliché pickup lines is when I'm doing it ironically, or being deliberately over the top.

[She chuckles, it at least put them on even ground, being equally horrified at their own actions.]

That entire conversation was over the top. No idea what compelled me, but in any case; I'm a little more level headed now.

[He laughs, grateful he wasn't the only one a little out of their head that day.]

Glad to hear it. I'm feeling a little more in control of what comes out of my mouth today, too. That being said... [He sticks his hand out with a smile.] Hi, I'm Lea, nice to meet you. [And then a grin, indicating the next words out of his mouth are obviously facetious.] So, come here often?

[She snorts a little on her drink.]

I won't if you insist on making jokes like that.

[She's smiling though; just kidding, Lea! She holds her hand out in greeting.] Fareeha. It's nice to meet you.

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