Title: The Best That You Can Hope For Is To Die In Your Sleep

Summary: Who’s in control here?

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The Best That You Can Hope For Is To Die In Your Sleep

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She’s everybody’s favorite weapon, except maybe his. Dressed up in a mockery of what she’s meant to be. Dark coat, hat, and gun, all matching his eyes more than hers.

She’s nothing more than a means to an end. And he’s the cause and effect of it all. And he’ll never see beyond what she can do. And she won’t ever see beyond what he can do, either. They’re both at fault here, and they’ve never known it more.

She’s only a weapon, and she’s never reminded of it more than when dark eyes meet hers.

Her hand clenches shut on a bullet as dark as his eyes, and she thinks that maybe this isn’t so bad after all.