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stars, hold your fires

this side of mortality (part four)

He felt older than his nineteen years, suddenly, but he was home now, and all the armor he’d put on was beginning to strip away. She was right. He was home.


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this side of mortality (part three)

It was a truth of war that they never mentioned along with so many others for fear that voicing it aloud would make it real. They knew death like the back of their hands but putting it to words gave it power and allowed fear to settle over their hearts. They’d been in this war far too long to let it.


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this side of mortality (part two)

Tatiana had never been a coward. She’d gone plunging in to treat soldiers in the war when she was only sixteen years old. She helped with amputations. She was brave every single day that she was separated from the ones that she loved. Tatiana knew courage through and through – but no matter what, she always understood mercy better.


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this side of mortality (part one)

Their eyes were locked on each other, and both of their expressions softened simultaneously. His uniform and armor were stripped away, and so was her professional air. They were sixteen year olds, young and frightened, and so full of raw emotion that they could scarcely hold back.


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keep your heart close to the ground (part three)

They’ve been parents and spouses and soldiers and nurses and lovers and fighters and now they have little left. They’ve been so many people in just forty-five years that it’s easy to forget who they are now. 


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keep your heart close to the ground (part two)

The plan is formulating in her mind faster than she can stop it, and maybe it’s putting herself and him, and everything else that she’s worked for at risk, but she won’t let them torture a boy who’s her age, who’s barely old enough to even be in the war, without doing something about it.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” she whispers.


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keep your heart close to the ground (part one)

The war will strip much from him, but he won’t let it strip his identity. It’s the one thing that no one can take – not the British, not the French, not even the Germans.


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miss missing you

The more he repeated it, the more he was convinced. Freya was his wife, she was his partner, the mother of his child – she wouldn’t do something like this. “I’ll play along,” he said after a moment, “but only to prove you both wrong.”


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bury their paws in the stone

For all their training in dueling, the years of previous wartime, this war was different. One side had the distinct advantage of finality to their condition, while the other was forced to run and run until they eventually succumbed to the illness as well or died trying to avoid it.


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the courage of stars

“How could you leave me to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do all on my own when you told me that you’d follow me anywhere, that you’d never leave me?”


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