Emma

Herdwick Ewe and Lamb

written for the 1917 zine

pairing: joseph blake/lieutenant leslie

a/n: hey all! as consistent w/ my namesake, I contributed a small joeslie fic to the 1917 zine. it’s filled with creations from incredible artists and writers. you can preorder the zine here and follow the zine’s twitter here.

here’s an excerpt from my fic!

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There was a time last year, now seeming like lifetimes ago when Leslie saw Blake standing amidst the chaos of no man’s land in the aftermath of a battle. Mud and wire and shells sunk into every flesh and bone on the field, but Blake had his rifle in hand, head raised proudly, eyes borne not into the ground but into the far off distance like there was still something beyond the horizon worth striving towards. The pouring rain drowned every soldier that day, threatening to bury every corpse underneath its waves, but not Blake, never Blake. No—the rain did nothing to wear down Blake’s broad stature. It only served to give Blake roots, to strengthen his footing, to grant him a chance to regrow his passion so that it may provide air to all of those who have forgotten how to breathe.

Blake never truly lived for only himself, but for everyone else—for his fellow man, for his country, for the souls of the departed, for the souls of the living—for his brother. And when Leslie called out Blake’s name, he could tell from the surprise in Blake’s eyes that Blake forgot he wasn’t alone. It was this realisation, along with the quickened beat in his heart and the newfound spring in his step, that renewed Leslie’s belief in life and all its possibilities. If Blake wouldn’t live for himself, then Leslie would live for him. He’ll live for Blake, breathe for Blake, survive for Blake. 

Blake: your what?

Schofield: because you’re always supporting me