Look at - admire - the whole thing, but it's the first of the middle pictures (Number 3) that inspired this tiny drabble:
Her senses, so sharp, her finger hovering over the trigger; there's someone else, here, she knows, but where?
She can't look everywhere at once, but if she's quiet - boot heels sliding seamlessly across the stone, like water on ice - the idiot will show himself. They always do. Just wait; the sniper's trade is patience and silence: the target never knows you're there until it's too late.
Another step backward, another measured breath blown from between her parted lips, perfect soldier, perfect sniper, he'll step into the crosshairs and then he's hers-
She touches something with her back and buttocks, whirling around with a whistling of her long hair-
Wait. That's not her hair whiffling through the air. It's the sound of a cowl.
A cowl laced with green.
She meets his grey eyes - like hers, familiar, flashing, steady, beautiful - and Argilla knows it's too late.
As I mention to the artist, Marureenu, my characterization is way off with this one, but it's the moment that evokes this feeling in me.
I always like the way that looking at artists' work can get the little gears churning in my head, even when I have no or very little background with the fandom in question. This is an example of that, where the artist's pen (or, in Marureenu's case, Copic markers) can elicit emotion and inspire. :)
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