Fics like The Best That You Can Hope For (is to die in your sleep)

The first time O’Malley saw the kid was in a low-level underground gambling ring, walls crawling with asbestos and next to every bastard inside armed with something sharp if not something packed with warped metal and gunpowder. He couldn’t have been more than thirteen, but he surveyed the crowd of the room with years more experience than he should have. There were scars cutting across exposed bits of skin, sick looking in the light of the place and stretching hotel-bible-page-thin over crooked bones. He was a wispy thing. Nothing more than a scrap of a boy stitched together. O’Malley was half-convinced a strong wind might blow him over, but the kid turned, those quick and clever eyes burning across the room and O’Malley could recognize that sort of fight instinct. He saw him again half a year later in Northern Florida. ~ On the run with his mother, Neil (before he took the name) put his talents to use in underground gambling rings to make some quick cash. It's a past not half-so-easy to walk away from as Nathan's death was.

Fics like The Best That You Can Hope For (is to die in your sleep)

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