#thegrowlingblusniper

[knox-the-sniper]

"Should I pull out a violin for ya, so ya can have a good cry afta that self-lovin' bullshit?"

The look that flattened over Knowlen’s face was one of irritation and mild disgruntlement as he heard the familiar growl of the sniper as he came up behind him. Both embarrassed that the man had heard him and irritated that he chose now to come pay him a visit. “Don’t ya have a hip ta break or somethin’?” Knox shot back as he leveled the rough sniper with his amber gaze as the man came around in front of him, not certain if he was happy to see him or not. 

[spybleu]

Sighing with the same heaviness a mother might express when faced with the annoyance of two children bickering over nothing, Charles ran a single finger up the bride of his nose to the knitted patch of his furrowed brow where he could feel a tension headache brewing. His sea speckled green eyes closed for the moment as he held back the agitation for a moment longer in the hopes that it would subdue to the point that he would be able to compose himself well enough to avoid a further fight breaking out; between his lover or the man that had sworn hate against him for no other reason than the suit he wore. Inhaling what he hoped was positivity, the spies eyes slowly opened to fall on the man who had somehow managed to hold his heart despite obviously harboring a thick resentment toward basically everyone the spy cared for. “Eugene.” He murmured out in his next exhale like that single word could express just how unhappy he was with the sniper over this fight that was for simply the joy of arguing, while at the same token throwing in his dear ami like she was a pawn to be used in their antics. It was the same tone he had used before with the man when he had done the same many times before with various other female friends of his, like he thought the spy was simply going to allow it without a word. “Could jou please attempt to refrain from attacking mon doux ami?” His voice was a tired sigh that showed just how wiry he was over even needing to waste another breath over defending the women in his life that he felt he should need to defend against the sniper. 

@thegrowlingxblusniper

[spybleu]

"unf"

Send me “unf” for your muse to pin mine against the wall.

A low huff of air exhaled from the spy in a low “unf” as his back was roughly slammed into the wall behind him, pinning him place when a wall of weight kept him in place with little hope of wiggling free. It took several seconds for the spy to restrain himself from fighting back as his sea soaked gaze took in the far too familiar face of the unshaven sniper before him, not being so quick to resist as his arms were pinned as well. There many times he wished the hunter would give some kind of warning before these heated advances, not ever wanting to harm the man in mistake as his instincts kicked in before anything else. A low exhale of breath escaping through the epsion’s nose as he calmed his nervous, not wishing to take out his fright out on the man that stole his heart. 

[diannabridden]

Happy Fathers Day

Idly the phone played between the snipers forefinger and thumb as she flipped it around and around again. Her ocean deep hues trained on a blank spot on her bed with the look of concentration, obvious debate playing across her expression every so often as she was lost deep in thought over what to do next. The day came every year and every year she sat in this same situation, always debating on whether or not it was worth the ear full she would get from her "adoptive" mother if she didn't call home. And each time she gave in. 

Scrolling through the list of names she sought out the letter D's, obvious reluctance in her touch as she plucked at the number on the screen and held the phone to her ear to wait, listening to the ring on the other end with the dread of someone awaiting a firing squad. 

"'Ello?" A rough voice grumbled from the slightly staticy other side, the sound instantly making the young brunettes heart rench as she tried to remember how to speak.

"Uh, hey dad." Hating how pathetically soft her voice sounded as she spoke, wishing with all her might that she could suddenly be her brother instead. At least he didn't hate him. "Happy Fatha's day."

"Dianna?" His question of her name somehow making her cringe as he said it, the man even making that resound with his disappointment. "Eh,..yeah. What are ya doin'? Where's yer brotha'?"

"Uh,...Knox is...out trainin'." She lied; knowing that Knowlen wouldn't ever forgive her if she told their father he was seeing a Medic. It wasn't of course the life ending crime of dating a spy, but it was pretty close. "I just...thought I'd call an' see how ya were."

"Why aren't ya trainin' with him? Is he lettin' ya slack off again?" His voice growling into the receiver in a way that had her shrinking in on herself; her forefinger and middle twining the ends of her hair nervously as her stress began to build "God damn it,....I should have guessed he wasn't keep'n an eye on ya like he's suppose ta. It's why yer soft. Just tha reason why ya got yer damn knife stolen." 

Instantly her heart dropped into her gut as his last sentence sunk in. Her bright blue eyes going wide as her cheeks whitened ever so softly at the realization that her father knew she had let a spy steal her knife right out from under her. God, what else did he know?! "...W-what?..." She breathed out in a shocked stammer, to afraid that she might give away more to the store if she tried to explain right away; to afraid to speak in general.

"Ya heard me! Ben heard from Eugene that some RED stole yer knife right out of yer campa'." Ben being the father of her fellow BLU sniper, Eugene, as well as her own fathers best, and only, friend. "Damn it Anna, what tha hell are ya doin' ova there?! Just have'n an open house for tha whole damn RED team?! Bet yer just have'n a good o'time ova there, sittin' on yer ass make'n nothin' of yerself." A low unhappy rumble growling out from the other side as her father let out an irritated breath, "Guess trainin' ya was for nothin',....gunna be on yer back for whateva' spook want's as an easy target with tha way yer goin'. Can't even hold onta yer knife in yer own home,....." The utter disappointment and resentment ringing in his voice left a shine of tears in the young sniper's eyes. Her fingers having long since paused in their twist of her hair to simply hold onto the braid as she fought with everything in her not to make a sound as her father spoke; not a single part of her wanting him to know that his words were cutting her so deeply as she held back tears. "Tell yer brotha' ta call me when he get's in." The demand signalling the end of their conversation seconds before he hung up the phone, leaving Dianna to sit with her hands in her lap as her lids slowly closed, praying that she had at least enough strength not to cry.

[spybleu]

Welcome Back - thegrowlingblusniper

Driving the kiss a fraction deeper as he slowly backed him into the room, having missed the feeling of this mans lips upon his. The feeling of his body pressed to his, it was like a drug, he needed more. Pulling away just enough to breath as a rumbled growled groan left the sniper, laying his forehead to his as he closed his eyes. “Damn it Charles… ” he smiled sweetly, this man being the only one to have the pleasure of seeing him smile. “God I love ya.” he growled lowly again as he continued to back the suited man into the room, wanting to touch more of his dangerous body, wanting to be closer then anyone had gotten to. Wanting to make him moan his name as their bodies writhe. 

Slowly his leather bound fingers groaned as they gripped the snipers vest, curling around the edge as he pulled the man closer as the hunter pulled him further into his camper as he deepened the kiss between them, reminding him how much he missed him with just the simple caress. Despite himself a soft intangible shiver played down his spine to his toes at the infamous Mundy growl that had earned this sniper his pet name; loup grognant. His hazel hues dancing across the snipers face as he rested his forehead to his own with the low graveled words that brought a rare smile to his face, for a moment Charles simply taking in the look that made his own lips curl in enjoyment. Then, like an arrow to the heart, the bushmen before him uttered the three words he never thought he'd hear; the simple statement leaving the pit of his stomach dropping onto his shoes as the ground fell out from under him with dizzing effects. The moment nearly startling the spy at his own inner response as he thoughtlessly moved with Eugene as he shuffled them back deeper into the camper, leaving his only exit blocked by the man he clung to. Indeed a little part of him felt like escaping away to hide from the things he tried not to feel, but running away from what he feared wasn't him, not in the least. He preferred to embraced what made him quake and want to shrink away, embraced it and face it head on, and oh how did this sniper make him quake. Instead of running like a part of him wanted the spy slid his arms around the mans neck, pulling him flush against him with a demanding tug as he devoured his lips with his own; not giving him a chance to speak again, not needing to hear more. He might be able to bring himself to say those words just yet but he was going to pour every once of feeling he had into the embrace, make him feel what he couldn't say. 

[spybleu]

As she listened to the other Spy, Mariette saw that hint of something in his eyes, if just for a moment. Shaking her head, she laughed at the thought of him teaching ducklings. "If jou are not zuch an old man, vy teach? Are jou planning to retire zo soon?" She teased, adjusting her mask.

A low almost dry chuckle rippled from the man before her as he put out his cigarette on the table, the paper tube easily crumpling under the weight of his leather clad fingers as he watched it’s destruction. “Hm, an old man can not do ze zings I can do.” He assured her shortly, his eyes slowly returning to her as he leaned back in his seat once more; the look behind them restrained. “I teach because zey were placed under mon care by ze Pauling, as for retiring…” his hand waving away the thought with a shrug, “Perhaps, but not in ze near future; I ‘ave mon pupils to finish training….but, zere has been a few changes in mon life zat ‘ave offered me an end I wasn’t expecting.” Being as vague as possible about what he meant. 

[bluteamblues]

thegrowlingblusniper has entered the workshop!

Jazz turned around in her chair and moved her goggles up, "Er...any particular reason why yer growling, partner?"

[askcosplayblufemsniper]

spybleu said: Agneau! Regardez ce que vous avez fait ….. dieu que je suis chanceux d’une pagaie ne va pas être impliqué

OI EUGENE! THANKS FER TH' RIPPER IDEA SPOOK! USE A PADDLE WILL YA!