#ichbinkeinflo

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&. ichbinkeinflo.

“His name was Alexandre.”

    She can’t even remember the name of the man     standing in front of her, but the name of the last     victim was stuck at the forefront of her mind.

   “He went by Enjolras but...his name was on the guest list.     I remember thinking that Alexandre fit him better...”

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How did Babe get stuck here? Him and a few others assigned the duty of babysitting the POW’s.. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing.. But he’d much rather be doing other things with his free time..

His helmet rested by his side, as he puffed on a cigarette between his teeth, and tried to massage his hand that was balled up into a fist.. He was occupied no doubt, letting the others do the work.. It’s not like they really needed so many people to watch only a few soldiers.. And damn did his hand hurt..

He continued minding his own business until he swore he felt as though someone was watching him.. It could’ve just been paranoia.. But he glanced around him, brows furrowed, just to make sure.. His eyes flickered around until it met with those of one of the prisoners.. So he wasn’t just being paranoid.. Was he curious about his hand or something..? He wasn’t sure.. So he simply raised a brow at the other before turning away once more to continue with trying to fix his hand.. He didn't feel like saying anything.. Though he expected the other would probably approach him and say something.. That is, if he knew any English..

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★ (right back at ya sonny jim)

SEND MY CHARACTER A ★ ( bold is present ; italics unsure of/to come )

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill (FOR) you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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ichbinkeinflo

 The summer had come with light showers of rain and warm sunshine   that made her happy to be free from the books and studying. Despite   the sometimes long shifts she took at the local hospital, being an extra   watchful eye in the children’s ward, she enjoyed the summer, knowing   that there wasn’t anything actually requiring her to study. 

 Ignoring that her mother would probably scold her for it, she had taken   refuge to the garden with a small bottle of liquor, wanting nothing   more than to enjoy herself and celebrate the freedom being out of   school gave her. She wasn’t planning on getting drunk, the alcohol   not even strong enough to do that, but she liked the taste and knew   that it was a way to relax for a bit. 

 From her position, comfortably leaned against an old tree, she had a   perfect view of the street, watching as children played and a few   automobiles passed across the old stones. While her mother often   complained about the noise they made, and that she had preferred   the horses and carriages, Claire found herself liking the sound. The   humming of the engines had been sounds she had listened to from   her window ever since she had been a little girl, and it had become   a way of knowing that everything was as it should. The sound of   engines running told her that the world was still moving, that people   were still going about their business, and that she had nothing to   worry about. 

 An amused smile flickered across her lips at the thought, and she   removed the cork of the small bottle in her hand, raising it slightly   as an automobile passed the house, coming to a halt a few houses   further down.      ❞To the fuckin’ engines.❝

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ichbinkeinflo

 The gentle tunes were floating through the small apartment, seeping   into her mind and waking her from her light sleep, curled up under   heavy blankets in the soft light of morning. She never slept deeply,   not after having been awakened by artillery every night for almost   a year, and it was a wonder she had even stayed asleep when his   warm form had left her side. 

 Bare feet slipped over the side of the bed, body shivering as the   cold floor met her skin, and she rose with a gentle movement, hands   finding one of his shirts to pull around her to keep out the chill. She   had made it a habit, stealing shirts from him in the morning when   she wasn’t required to go anywhere, and it made her feel safe even   when he wasn’t there. It was as if she was always close to him that   way, and she liked that. 

 Allowing the sleeves to hang over her hands, in a try to keep them   warm, she tiptoed across the floor, staying silent as she listened   to him playing, almost able to imagine how his fingers moved   across the keys of the piano even before he came into view. 

 Staying in the doorway, where she could watch and listen without   him noticing her, she felt a small smile cross her lips as she watched   him play. It was calming to her, seeing him so focused on something,   and she hated that he couldn’t always be like that. Calm and focused   and seemingly happy. Despite the war being over and them having   their new life together, there were still troubles, people disliking his   nationality and the language he was teaching her to speak, and she   knew that things could be hard. Much harder than she had ever   expected them to be.

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Little Talks

ichbinkeinflo

The one good thing about being pulled off the lines was the fact that men of Easy were housed for once, enjoying the finer things in life like a soft bed of straw to lay their heads on as they slept in the comfortable security of the barns that outlined the city. On top of that, they also were privy, though it was in a slotted time per week, to the cold water of a shower which allowed them to clean themselves for the first time in what seemed like forever. To any outsider, these would have seemed miserable conditions, but to the men who were so used to sleeping in a cold, dirty hole in the ground, this was heaven.

And for the young medic of Easy, he was finally catching some much needed sleep amongst it all. That is, when he wasn’t worrying about the German captives who had all been brought in under war crime charges. Besides the man whom he had treated only a week before, random nicks and bruises kept showing up on the other prisoners, causing Eugene to raise a brow at the conditions they were being held under. But then again, he didn’t really care considering their people would probably do the same.

But as he made his way through the town square and over to the house where they were being held for their weekly check ups, he couldn’t help but be happy. After all, the sun was shining and for once he didn’t have to be decked from head to toe in combat gear. For once he could just feel a sense of normalcy, no matter how small it actually was.

Making his way down the steps into the basement where the Germans were held, each step let out a thump as his boot hit it, tossing some dust to the hard floor below. He turned to the man on duty, a young kid who was barely eighteen who sat in a chair with his rifle on his lap. The men could have easily overthrown him, but for some reason they didn’t.

Nodding to the kid, dark hues were quick to move over to the men who propped themselves against the wall. Some were playing cards, others talking in German, some were asleep, and when Gene’s eyes finally found the most injured prisoner of all, dark hues locked on the blonde man before heading over to him quickly.

“Hey. What’s goin’ on,” he asked as he brought himself to his knees next to Florian for a moment, blue eyes meeting with his own as he offered the man a small smile.