#sniper-smoran

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sniper-smoran replied to your post: Red string of fate.

//jim in uniform is so adorable i can’t. and neither can sebastian

[HE DOESN'T fill it out right, and it is so cuteeee ovo]

[youroldfashionedvillain-blog]

Red string of fate.

62. Our muses are destined to meet as opposing soldiers at the dawn of a war

[consultingspiderinwestwood]

Going to celebrate, boss?

What in Hell's name do you think I'm going to do, Moran? 

[evangelineholmes]

sniper-smoran started following you

"Hello Sir...is there anything I can do for you? I don't think we have ever met before..."

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drabble prompt: first meeting

[text] I am sending someone with you. -JM

Vic read the text and raised her brows. Alright, so it was her first job and she could understand that Jim wasn't fully trusting her just yet, but she would really prefer to work alone. She hated when someone was looking at her hands, when she was setting up her rifle and aiming at the target. Not that her hands were shaking, but it was making her nervous. 

She packed her bag, unsure whether to wait for that someone, or to go hit the location and wait for them right there. One thing she knew was that she should really do her best--to impress the boss and to make sure she can work alone on the next one. 

Vic lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Watching the smoke escaping her mouth, she looked over at the clock, then at the rest of her new flat. It was nice, with white walls, quite big but furnished in the minimalist style. She liked it there. 

Suddenly, she turned to the door. Th doorknob moved slightly, and Vic tensed. If that was her back up for this job, they should really learn some manners. She didn't move from the sofa, holding her hand on the gun under her jacket and staring at the opening door. 

A tall man entered the flat and, without even looking at her, said: "I hope you're ready,' she just said. 

Vicious didn't move, her eyes fixed on the man. Could that really be him? It was so long ago that she saw him for the last time. How did he not change? 

"Moran?," she asked, getting up.

He turned to her, surprised that she knows his name. She couldn't really tell what were the emotions on his face, but hers was lightened up with smile, that faded quickly, though.

"You little shit, I thought I was never seeing you again!," she stepped forward, but not close enough to hug him, nor at least shake his hand. She wanted to hit him for leaving her, but then again, she also wanted to show him how happy she was for seeing him again.

"I swear, we are getting drunk tonight after this goddamned job," she grinned. "and I am going to kill you for all these years away."

She took few more steps closer to him and put her arms around him, "I missed you, Tiger."

[ioweyou-a-fall-blog]

sniper-smoran replied to your post: sniper-smoran replied to ...

//u lil shit

//I love you too get used to it :D

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sniper-smoran replied to your post: drabble prompt: bang

god nO

//my job here is done. :D

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drabble prompt: bang

It's been a long day, and a very tiring one. Vic got these important orders from Jim and was supposed to be on a job for the whole day. She knew she could't fuck this one up, so when Sebastian called her for the first three time, she ignored it. After the fourth one, she put her phone on mute and tossed it away. She could deal with him later. She focused on what she had to do, and on it only. Moran would get it, he worked for Jim, too after all.

She set up her rifle and waited for some time, pulled the trigger and changed location. That was her whole day in a nutshell. When she took down the last target, though, and everything went well, she was content. That was yet another job well done and she could come home, take a long, hot shower, and, sipping her whiskey and taking a drag of a cigarette, she could call her friend back. 

Coming up the old creaky, stairs, of the old tenement house, she turned turned on her phone and pulled the keys from her pocket.  She was just about to listen to the voice mail, when she realized there's too quiet. 

She stopped to pull her gun out of the holster and made sure it was loaded, then lightly pushed open the door to her flat. Before she even got to react, there was one single gun shot and the terrible pain in her chest. She felt herself leaning against the door and losing her balance, blood soiling her shirt and jacket. The last thing she remembered before closing her eyes was Sebastian bursting in the apartment and shooting his gun at someone who fell down her wooden floor. 

"Seb," she whispered, weak voice, "Seb, I--I'm sorry," she lost her consciousness.