Bloody Snow [Rating: K+ (?)]

[wicked]

<b>AN:</b> <i>Disjointed, unedited, untitled, and ultimately pointless. Perhaps I'll write something from her perspective regarding the same scene/scenario. Inspired by a <a href=http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/%7Esolid/top ... ung!Walter fanart/wallpaper</a> but using my own characters. I really like the image (mental and otherwise) and would like to use a glossier version of this scene in the future for something original I've been working with off and on for the past several months.</i>

<center><b>(Bloody Snow)</b>
by Wicked Child</center>

With back straight and shoulders square, he walked. The crunch of snow his only companion as he made his way across the field. Puffs of breath mingled with the gray smoke from his cigarette. He had no desire to raise a hand to ash the cancer stick, preferring to let the ashes fall on their own.

To raise a hand would mean seeing blood covered hands. It would mean taking a glance at sleeves soaked with....

Arms wrapped around him in a welcoming embrace. He had not realized he had walked that far in such a short amount of time. He tried to push her away, to not taint her with his self-destruction. It was not his blood that covered his person. It was not his blood that made his shirt crimson where it was once white merely hours before. He tried...so many times he tried....

"I'm dirty."

Her arms tightened around his body as she pressed her face into his neck. "We're all dirty Samuel. Some more than others perhaps, but it doesn't change the fact that we can all still cleanse ourselves of such filth. The challenge stems from having the will and desire to do so."

"Perhaps." The cold began to seep into his bones, the adrenaline and warmth spawned by his previous exertions ebbing with each passing moment. Her body his only comfort. "Keep me warm."

She pulled away and smiled. "Of course. But first, I suggest a bath. You know how the laundry service hates blood covered sheets."

He knew all too well. Yet, he allowed her to intertwine her fingers with his own bloodied ones as she led the way back to a place that did not boast of salvation but was their home.

One day, he would free them both. He from his murderous duties and she from her own obligations. One day....