In that fraction of a moment before it blasts itself apart, Fareeha's eyes widen with realization that he did indeed give her something explosive, and immediately her mind snaps towards the worst case scenario. She acts instinctively, her mind going blank as she curls herself around it in an attempt to contain the blast, save as many of the other patrons as she can.
But, it's not a white-hot end-of-everything painful death that she'd expected when she felt that click. It was something, alright, but not world-ending. She's absolutely covered in the colored salts, coughing slightly as she realizes she's still in one piece (and properly seasoned for a barbecue). She sits back and looks down at the pieces clutched in her hands - a little dazed and feeling the pump of adrenaline. She looks at the detonation piece and just thinks, Why?
Was this it? Had he been meaning to fool her all along, get her to let her guard down? Was this a warning? Was it a distraction?
Then she looks at the other piece and it takes even longer to fit it into the quiet narrative running rampant in her head.
What is she looking at.
Wait, rings. Rings. Engagement ... rings? There's a slow, subtle shift in her expression; while she hasn't said a word, right now it's clear on her face as she goes from fear and worry to confusion to an even greater confusion, and then seems to settle on something far lighter and more along the lines of bemused.
There's that soft chuckle, rumbling around in her chest before it gains strength. It goes from a chuckle to a proper laugh, and then somewhere along the line trips into a deep-bellied self-perpetuating howl. She throws her head back and just lets it take her, for the first time in a long - long - time, she just goes with it. She doesn't think about who might be watching, or what they might think, or how it's going to reflect on her superiors.
It feels good.
When she finally calms herself down, there are tears in her eyes, but she's smiling - so bright, unfettered, and she takes another look down at the rings. A large part of her reaction was relief; he hadn't actually been attempting to blow her to bits, and a large part of it was realization. What she knew of Junkrat now, and what she saw in the carefully crafted rings and, really, the entire setup, was how this was unashamed, unabashedly him. That he did things without thought to how other people thought they should be done, and there was something very pure and genuine about that fact.
"This is you. This is all you?" She looks at the rings, then up at him, awed and breathless.
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There's a click.
In that fraction of a moment before it blasts itself apart, Fareeha's eyes widen with realization that he did indeed give her something explosive, and immediately her mind snaps towards the worst case scenario. She acts instinctively, her mind going blank as she curls herself around it in an attempt to contain the blast, save as many of the other patrons as she can.
But, it's not a white-hot end-of-everything painful death that she'd expected when she felt that click. It was something, alright, but not world-ending. She's absolutely covered in the colored salts, coughing slightly as she realizes she's still in one piece (and properly seasoned for a barbecue). She sits back and looks down at the pieces clutched in her hands - a little dazed and feeling the pump of adrenaline. She looks at the detonation piece and just thinks, Why?
Was this it? Had he been meaning to fool her all along, get her to let her guard down? Was this a warning? Was it a distraction?
Then she looks at the other piece and it takes even longer to fit it into the quiet narrative running rampant in her head.
What is she looking at.
Wait, rings. Rings. Engagement ... rings? There's a slow, subtle shift in her expression; while she hasn't said a word, right now it's clear on her face as she goes from fear and worry to confusion to an even greater confusion, and then seems to settle on something far lighter and more along the lines of bemused.
There's that soft chuckle, rumbling around in her chest before it gains strength. It goes from a chuckle to a proper laugh, and then somewhere along the line trips into a deep-bellied self-perpetuating howl. She throws her head back and just lets it take her, for the first time in a long - long - time, she just goes with it. She doesn't think about who might be watching, or what they might think, or how it's going to reflect on her superiors.
It feels good.
When she finally calms herself down, there are tears in her eyes, but she's smiling - so bright, unfettered, and she takes another look down at the rings. A large part of her reaction was relief; he hadn't actually been attempting to blow her to bits, and a large part of it was realization. What she knew of Junkrat now, and what she saw in the carefully crafted rings and, really, the entire setup, was how this was unashamed, unabashedly him. That he did things without thought to how other people thought they should be done, and there was something very pure and genuine about that fact.
"This is you. This is all you?" She looks at the rings, then up at him, awed and breathless.