#;return fire

Xigbar had been oblivious to his surroundings when the Flurry had stumbled upon him. A vacant look was frozen on his face, his yellowed gaze locked on some distant, unseen point on the horizon. 

A single sound, the soft flutter of movement caused by the other’s movements, was all that it had taken to draw the attention of the Freeshooter’s addled mind. He whipped around, moving surprisingly fast for someone who had been staring off into space for who-knows-how-long.

“…” The Freeshooter didn’t respond at first, his gaze never straying from the reddened panels that seemed to fill the Proof of Existence with an eerie crimson glow. 

First Vexen, Zexion, and Lexaeus…

… Now Xaldin, too.

Xigbar’s expression remained emotionless, guarded as he stared back at the crimson glow. The lack of a heart should have kept him numb to their destruction, yet the sniper could have sworn that a flicker of grief had somehow taken up residence in his hollowed-out soul. 

Memories of days long gone.

Injury Meme || Accepting

The scent of gunpowder was heavy in the smoke-filled air. It had been a simple enough mission: go scout out yet another backwoods hellhole and report back. Easy, right? 

The last thing the sniper had been expecting was an ambush.

A crimson bolt shot through the air, shredding the last of their attackers. The heartless faded away, leaving behind only wisps of darkness. He was breathing heavily, adrenaline still flooding through his veins, and it was several moments before he finally heard the call of a certain redhead.

“Come on… It’s not that bad, Red.” Xigbar retorted, casting a glance over his shoulder at the injured pyro.