Drabble: Eye for an Eye (Argilla, Xigbar)
This, uh.
I have no excuse.
No, I don't know where they are, or how they're having this conversation. Or where this came from. Or anything. And I hardly ever write crossovers. And I still haven't finished the game so I might horrifically contradict canon. But, uh. Scarred snipers are made of win.
Eye for an Eye
Argilla, Xigbar, drabble. Worksafe.
"I almost lost an eye once," she says. "I was providing cover fire, but some of the Vanguards flanked us -- one meant to cut my throat, but I heard him coming and got out of the way. Nearly." Her fingertip trails down the scar that marks her forehead to her orbital bone, skips the socket, and resumes beneath her eye.
"An' you made him see the error of his ways?" Xigbar asks, dry.
"Mm. And you?" Her fingers run up the scar under his left eye.
Xigbar laughs. "Y'should see the other guy."
I have no excuse.
No, I don't know where they are, or how they're having this conversation. Or where this came from. Or anything. And I hardly ever write crossovers. And I still haven't finished the game so I might horrifically contradict canon. But, uh. Scarred snipers are made of win.
Eye for an Eye
Argilla, Xigbar, drabble. Worksafe.
"I almost lost an eye once," she says. "I was providing cover fire, but some of the Vanguards flanked us -- one meant to cut my throat, but I heard him coming and got out of the way. Nearly." Her fingertip trails down the scar that marks her forehead to her orbital bone, skips the socket, and resumes beneath her eye.
"An' you made him see the error of his ways?" Xigbar asks, dry.
"Mm. And you?" Her fingers run up the scar under his left eye.
Xigbar laughs. "Y'should see the other guy."