lonehowler

Sniper didn’t like many people. For the most part they danced around what they meant, never coming out with a straight answer or explanation. Red wasn’t like that. He would say whatever was on his mind – never bluntly or without tact but always with a rogues charm and smile – be it a compliment or difference of opinion. As open as the archway that led into the labyrinth. Sniper held the body close. He knew it wasn’t his lover anymore. The limp figure he held didn’t have Red’s allure, Red’s wit, Red’s...anything. It was just a shell. But it was all he had. All he had left, aside from raw memories t