bad moon on the rise.

you wanna know why you hid in that ditch, BLITHE? i was scared. we’re ALL scared. you hid in that ditch because you think there’s still hope. but blithe, the only        hope         you have is to accept the fact that you’re already DEAD, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function. without mercy, without compassion, without                       R E M O R S E. all war depends on it.

                                                                                    war is hell.

shifty was starting to understand when people said he was TOO NICE. this was his fourth blind date in such a short amount of time. it was perfectly acceptably, really nothing to write home about ( literally ). she was SWEET and had a great smile, but there was absolutely NOTHING THERE. it was like going to eat with a friend that seemed too distracted by their phone. it felt like another waste of time. 

the girl’s phone rang and shifty knew what this was. THE ESCAPE CALL. if the date was too boring or if he turned out to be strange, her friend was calling her to save her. a part of shifty really wanted her to take it. he was trying, honest he was, but he was just tired of the same thing over and over again. relief washed over him when she took it, made an excuse to leave and shifty told her was more than happy to pick up the check. 

At least the bastards knew which way was inland; that was a better start than the damn army had shown. Hillybilly folded his arms across his chest. Towering over the paratroopers glancing his way, nodding them further over the sand. A sentinel for them to pass by, a mixture of mutterings reaching his ears. Some half-heartedly saluted. Others gave simple greetings as they moved along. Eddie responded in turn with short, clipped “‘ello"s. And gave disdainful stares with pleasure to anyone who dared give him a side-eyed glance. Though admittedly, he did enjoy the ”Fuckin’ marines“ muttered under one man’s breath. Gave him a good chuckle.

And then a kid almost walked straight into him. Almost, guy was a soldier after all. But damn if Hillbilly didn’t swear under Jesus Christ himself that the paratrooper’s boots left the floor for a moment. A single, questioning eyebrow raised as he looked down at the stranger pulling himself back to reality.

Dull eyes lit up as the foreign - yet so homely - accent spilled from the newcomer’s mouth. Babe, he claimed to be. Of course. It fit the man’s voice like a cherry atop whipped cream. "No harm done.” That was all Hillbilly should say, he knew - taking the hand offered regardless. Interested scowl only growing deeper at the odd - friendly - gesture. “Forget m'self, sometimes.” Firm grip released Babe’s hand, holding on just a moment longer than needed. Hillbilly opened his mouth. Closed it, glanced towards the camp. Followed the rest of the boat’s occupants as they trudged over the sand bank.

Then finally snapped his head back to the redhead, unable to keep his curiosity in its usual, silent burrow. “Y’ tellin’ me your honest-to-God Christian name is Babe?” He chewed the word over in his mouth with a grin. “Where you from, Private?”

a split second of this stranger, essentially a stranger to babe at least, held his hand a little longer than he needed to. it was just a split second that made the paratrooper really look at the other male. WHO THE FUCK WAS THIS GUY? fingers slipping from the hold, babe had to shake off whatever that was and made no move to actually walk away from the guy. he just kept his feet in line with the others, going further into the camp.

'south philly.' shoulders shrugging so simply after he said, everyone wanted to know where babe was from. 'nah, my ma named me EDWARD. no one calls me that though, except an old medic of ours and nuns. you ain't a medic or a nun, are you?' his PLAYFUL GRIN only grew as he poked fun at the other male. a sense of comfortable ease sweeping through babe, like he knew the guy already. maybe there was something about the FEELING he got from him.

           perhaps  it  had  been  naive  to  allow  himself  to  develop  these  feelings  for  that  nurse ,  after  all  ,  this  was  war  &&   WAR  SPARED  NO  LIVES -  women  &&  children  alike . ( animosity )  pooled  within  gut  , stood  among  rubble , BLUE  SCARF   clutched   tightly  within  grasp . it   just  wasn’t  fair .   ❝  yeah , i  know , ‘m  sorry , supplies  are  runnin’  real  low  righ’  now , jus’  tryna’  make  due  wid  wha’  i  got  for  d’time bein’  . ❞  huffing ,  doc  slid  into  the  vacant  space  next  to  babe ,  a  slight  ADJUST  of  helmet  ,  tipped  back  so  as  to  not  veil  his  sight  ,  DOC  takes  the  wrapped  limb  within  grasp , just  a  brief  CHECK-UP . it  had  been  best  to  UTILIZE  what  materials  he  had ,  besides , to  keep  on  to  it  probably  would  have  proved  more  ( h a r m f u l )  than  anything  but  for  that  SPLIT  MOMENT  upon  looking  babe’s  hand over ,  eugene’s  mind  wanders  to  her ,  to  renée . swallowing  thickly , he  tries  to  push  the  thought  aside , a  HINT  of  a  s m i l e  flicks  briefly  over  features .  ❝  yeah —— yeah ,  looks   good ..  ❞