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Sleepless Nights "Ugh."Sleepless Nights by *Hana-Bakemono
"Hmm, what is it?" He rolled over to look at the clock.
"She's crying again."
"Well, go get her," he groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"I got her the last time!"
"My knee's acting up."
"Your knee is always acting up."
"Because I got shot in the knee, remember!?!"
"With an arrow?"
"I swear to God, you do a joke like that one more time and you're sleeping on the couch."
"Oh right, like you would ever have that happen, my little cuddle bug."
He was silent and snarled when a snicker was heard on the other side of the bed. "FINE, I'll go get her!" He sat up and stretched, grabbing his cane to help himself to his feet. Just to piss off
Courage is All You Need "Hey," Spy murmured, watching Sniper step out of the campervan. Sniper glanced up, eyes tired and circled with dark rings from days of crying. It was hard for both of them when he got the phone call. Cancer took his mother away and an angry call from his father was not the greatest way to find out. He broke down like a baby while Spy held him close and tried to comfort him as best as he could. After three days of staying alone in his room, he left for Australia for the funeral. His family didn't welcome him with open arms, him being a mercenary and not being near his mother when she was sick, but the anger grew when her will stated her son waCourage is All You Need by *Hana-Bakemono
Seven Days: Final His eyes fluttered open weakly with a wince. The first thing he noticed was that his left eye was covered with a patch, a bandage for his swollen bruise. Second, the pain in his body was mostly gone. Third, he was laying on something soft, warm and comforting. He let out a groan to try and clear his mind, get out of the dream he had and opened his eyes again. It was an open room, wooden walls with a picture of a sailboat on the one in front of him. To the left, a window with drawn curtains to keep out the light reflecting off fallen snow. To the right, a nightstand with a basin and pitcher by his bed. His eyes darted over when a door was openSeven Days: Final by *Hana-Bakemono
Seven Days: Part Eight Blackout.Seven Days: Part Eight by *Hana-Bakemono
Flashes of dreams floated in his head.
He heard sirens and something pinching his arm, a needle maybe. Too many people are shouting, can't tell what they're saying. Someone is holding his hand. No one responds when he asks for his mother.
Blackout.
There's small humming sound, reminding him of a plane. His ears and head hurt from the pressure, needed them to pop. A small chunk of ice pressed against his dry lips and he lets it slide into his mouth, numbing the pain slightly and killing his painful thirst.
Blackout.
Bright lights were overhead and a mask was placed over his mouth, asking him to count backwards from ten. He aske
Seven Days: Part Seven That afternoon when the battle was over, two hands grabbed him and dragged him out of the cell. "W-wait, what's going on!?!" Sniper cried, the blindfold made it useless to see and no one answered him. "L-let me go, d-don't take me away!!!" He was yanked off the ground and thrown into what he suspected to be the back of a truck. The sound of Demoman, Scout and Engineer's voices outside the vehicle was muffled and hard to understand. He caught the words, 'dispose,' 'no one will find out,' and 'find his body.'Seven Days: Part Seven by *Hana-Bakemono
He felt sick. No, they can't take him! Spy, what about Spy!?! Does he know he's gone? Did they find out of their meetings and kill him?
Seven Days: Part Six "Close your eyes." Sniper obeyed and winced when a cold cloth was draped over his eyes. He was having trouble sleeping, pain and nightmares keeping him awake. Spy suspected as much and brought in warm milk and hot cereal with cream and sugar, hoping it would help. Sniper's face was swollen and his one arm was crushed, easy to heal over time, but the bullet to the knee would forever defect him. Walking with a cane would work, but Sniper sobbed when hearing of the damage's effects. He had to sleep.Seven Days: Part Six by *Hana-Bakemono
"I want you to imagine," he whispered, "a little cottage in the countryside of Paris… it's snowing, a soft blanket on the ground and sprinkled
Seven Days: Part Five "You don't love me…"Seven Days: Part Five by *Hana-Bakemono
"I do."
"N-no you don't!"
"I do love you." The tortures became worse and worse, using barbed wire, white hot poker sticks and even forcing him to lick the mud off of their boots after battles. Spy came into the cellar to not only see vomit all over the floor, but his lover slowly slamming his head over and over against the brick wall, blood trickling down his face. "I love you with all my heart."
"N-no! I-if you did… y-you'd kill me…"
"And how would that fix anything? You'd be dead and I would never forgive myself, even if out of pity. I'd be alone without you."
"I-I hate you…" He sobbed and fell
Seven Days: Part Four He let out a strangled cry when a needle was inserted into his jaw, injecting him with cold medicine that painfully cracked his jaw back into place. Those idiots broke his jaw and nose, leaving him unable to talk. Medic took pity and gave Spy the needle to heal it. Well, at least someone here had half a heart…Seven Days: Part Four by *Hana-Bakemono
Spy was starting to feel sick when holding his emotions in. His lover was pale, sick, weak and beaten close to a pulp. If only the seven days could go faster. On his side of the plan, things were going smoothly. On his lover's…he couldn't help but take pity on him.
Kisses and coos weren't enough anymore. Sniper was talking l
Seven Days: Part Three He started trying something to keep his lover's spirits up, though it would never be enough to have him think positively though this. New injuries were on him daily and they already broke a bone. Spy insisted they splint it, marrow could escape and poison the man, leaving them empty of possible leads of new information. Thankfully, they obliged.Seven Days: Part Three by *Hana-Bakemono
That evening, he brought the Sniper's arm up, wrapped tightly with bandages and gave the wrist a kiss, then bent down to place another one on his swollen cheek. Kissing wounds to make them better, a childish game but what more could he do? It did calm him and he always placed a single, tender one on
Seven Days: Part Two He didn't even remember being tied up and blindfolded again, but he kept silent as he leaned against the wall and bit his lip to keep calm. He almost wanted to meditate, if he knew how, just to maintain his sanity with the black world around him. He remembered months ago when his lover blindfolded him for a romantic evening, all his other senses increased and left a wonderful tingling sensation for the rest of the night. Now, it was terrifying. The explosions of battle from outside the building made him flinch and cower to a corner of the cell and with the sounds of walls creaking, water dripping or chitters of a mouse passing by made him wanSeven Days: Part Two by *Hana-Bakemono
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