Parisian NightsThe trench coat was shed and draped across the chair at the side of the bed, leaving him in another well-favored sweater, usual rugged green trousers and pink scarf kept firmly in its spot—the heat of the coat was already missed the moment it slipped away from him, though the scarf well made up for fervor.Parisian Nights by ~jenna211303
Ivan sat down at the edge of his bed, expression soft and violet hues glancing up to seek around his bedroom. It was quiet as usual, for today was simply another day without any visitors. His fingers tapped idly against soft blankets, smile in place despite any other eyes to see it. There was the ticking of a clock, the wispy howl of
DreamDream by ~jenna211303
It was a day during late spring in China, the sky dressed in a faint blue and completely devoid of any clouds. The mountains in the distance were in clear view, as were the long stretches of land that seemed to go on infinitely. Yao stood by himself underneath a willow tree, whose low weeping branches just nearly reached the small pond in front of him. Serene and rather quiet aside from the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and caused the water to slightly ripple, his golden eyes gazed down at his reflection in the pond, the dark colors of his skin, hair and clothing appearing to blend in with the colors of the sky, the trees and the brig
From The Trenches...June 1944.From The Trenches... by ~breakoneworldintwo
We have established a firm foothold in Normandy. Operation Neptune/Let's take back France's pride, is going incredibly well. We will kick the Nazi bastards back to where they came from. I just know it! This is going to be such an epic win.
But I don't think that grabs your attention so much, does it? No, I guess you want to know how I am. I am rocking with pride and power and a good sense of being the hero in this battle... Well, at least that's how I felt in the beginning. It's getting harder, even when it looks like we're winning, the days pass by so slowly. I never thought I would get tired of holding a gun or being looked at with respect and wait on to give orders. I want to go home, to have you within my arms. There is no path to Russia. I asked, I really did, but the others say that the Nazis are blocking our way. Now for the secret that nobody knows...
I tried to run away. It was one of those off days, after the killing spree of watching millio