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Chadine left promptly. John took a few moments to blow gingerly to cool down the freshly brewed tea.
Chadine left promptly. John took a few moments to blow gingerly to cool down the freshly brewed tea.
"Reload!" The line of soldiers brought their weapon down, and quickly stuffed another bullet down the neck of the rifle.
Pierre’s hands moved automatically, needing no thought to complete the familiar action.
He had them aim, but instead of calling for them to fire, he caught them by surprise and told them to put their guns down.
Chadine left promptly. John took a few moments to blow gingerly to cool down the freshly brewed tea.
Jane wiped the bubbles off her face and took her tea as well. "She's a darling, isn't she?"
"Absolutely," John spoke. "I wish I could repay her, with more than just a fancy home to live in." He sighed.
He had them aim, but instead of calling for them to fire, he caught them by surprise and told them to put their guns down.
Pierre forced his expression to remain neutral, betraying none of his surprise as he lowered the firearm.
"Absolutely," John spoke. "I wish I could repay her, with more than just a fancy home to live in." He sighed.
Jane sat slightly more upright. "That's it. We should get her a present!"
Edonine had been caught by surprise, and fired. Luckily she wasn't the only one, but the sergeant had become rather ruthless towards Edonine lately. "You!" He bellowed, making hard steps towards her. "Goddamnit, what's your name? Frank?"
"Francis." She muttered through gritted teeth. The sergeant leaned in close.
"Annoying when people don't listen to what they're told, yeah?" He growled. Edonine returned with a blank, hard stare.
"Absolutely," John spoke. "I wish I could repay her, with more than just a fancy home to live in." He sighed.
Jane sat slightly more upright. "That's it. We should get her a present!"
"Huh?– well, obviously, but of what?" John contested.
Edonine had been caught by surprise, and fired. Luckily she wasn't the only one, but the sergeant had become rather ruthless towards Edonine lately. "You!" He bellowed, making hard steps towards her. "Goddamnit, what's your name? Frank?"
"Francis." She muttered through gritted teeth. The sergeant leaned in close.
"Annoying when people don't listen to what they're told, yeah?" He growled. Edonine returned with a blank, hard stare.
Pierre visibly tensed, his lips pulling back into a barely concealed snarl.
"Why don't you show the regiment what a set of fifty push-ups look like, yeah?"
Edonine gave him a glare.
Pierre barely restrained himself, snuffing out the urge to punch the seargant square in the jaw.
Edonine threw her gun off to the side, kneeling down on the grass to do as she was told. Pierre knew she could only do close to twenty in a row. She wouldn't last.
The whole time, his free hand was clenched into a fist, barely hidden by the folds of his sleep.
"Mn-hh," she grunted as she tried to push forward, Pierre could see her freckled arms trembling. She was red in the face, both with exertion and embarrassment.
All he wanted to do was crouch next to her, pull her into his arms. But he couldn’t. He remained in line, breath trembling in the humid air.
"Come on!" The sergeant bellowed. "You're nothing close to a man!" He gave her a shoving kick, made her hiss with pain. The other soldiers just watched.. they couldn't do anything without facing the same wrath.
"Absolutely," John spoke. "I wish I could repay her, with more than just a fancy home to live in." He sighed.
Jane sat slightly more upright. "That's it. We should get her a present!"
"Huh?– well, obviously, but of what?" John contested.
"I'm not sure…" she remarked, pursing her lips in thought.
"You know her much better than I," John replied, stroking her hair.
"Come on!" The sergeant bellowed. "You're nothing close to a man!" He gave her a shoving kick, made her hiss with pain. The other soldiers just watched.. they couldn't do anything without facing the same wrath.
Pierre very nearly lost it. The only thing keeping him together was the knowledge that the consequences for both of them would be far worse if he moved a single muscle.
Edonine shot a look at Pierre, expecting him to help her somehow. He always had before.
(wait, is she still doing push ups?)
Ye)
Breaking away from the line, Pierre came and crouched beside her.
"Get away," the sergeant pushed Pierre, "Who's job is it to put the boy in line?"
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