Impossible

It was like his body suddenly developed a hatred towards him. He had been in that bathroom for nearly an hour, steadily coughing up and retching what seemed to be his entire life source. His body seemed to be rejecting everything it was every given in the past few days. Nothing was being kept down; he felt like his throat held all the fire from his home realm within it.

He had started feeling the nausea the day before, but had thought nothing of it - thought it to be a passing sickness. But now… What was happening to him? Was this some sort of aftereffect of being in such a weakened body for so long? Was he now essentially rejecting himself? Oh, gods…

He could hardly bear to think as he heaved once more into the toilet, all but sobbing as he shuddered, trying to hold himself together on his knees on the bathroom floor.

Stargazing [Open]

Sniper sat on the roof of a building. It wasn’t hard to get up there, he just had to climb out a window. It was night out and the stars were shining brightly. The base he was stationed at didn’t give off a lot of light in this area, so it was perfect for stargazing.

Sniper realized he was wide open for an attack of any kind. He was on the battlefield, though there was no match at the moment. One was coming up sometime in the near future, but for now Sniper had some time to himself.