come get some kisses | accepting
Sniper didn’t exactly think his actions through as he jumped down from the ledge he was perched on. The moment his feet hit the ground, a jolt of pain ran up his left leg but he threw himself forward, rushing toward Ashe.
There was probably a better way to react, seeing his boss - his friend, his close, dear friend - after a hell of a fight. The both of them were bloody, bruised, there were burns on Victor’s pantleg and soot on his face, his nose bloody. He only made the soot mark across his cheekbones worse with the way he rubbed his hand over his face, the dirt and ash mixing with tears he tried to fight back.
“Please,” he said, choking on his words, unable to finish what he wanted to say. His hands found her shoulders as he nearly fell forward onto her, clinging to her.
She’s here, she’s alive, she’s breathing, he kept telling himself.
Still, the relief that coursed through him at seeing that Ashe was at least standing was enough to make his shoulders drop significantly. With that, he pulled her toward him, pressing his ashy, tear-wet cheek against hers as his shoulders then began to shake with relieved sobs.
Each time he tried to speak, his throat tightened up and his words died before he could even begin to articulate them. Instead, he expressed his emotion with a long press of his lips against her cheek, then quickly beside the corner of her lips. Once, then again, tears washing the grime from his face as he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers.
He didn’t want to push that boundary that was there, didn’t want to make things strange between them.
But he was grateful she was safe.
