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[Jan. 3] [original] Judging By What I Saw
Title: Judging By What I Saw
Day/Theme: Jan. 3, 2014 "I've seen your picture / your name in lights above it"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: soldier narrator (I don't even know his name yet as I'm experimenting) & Arthur
Rating: PG
The fresh faces arrived the next day, hopping down off the back of the truck with a mix of levels of worry and wondering displayed or hidden from us old hands (though it didn't take much to reach the ranks of 'old hand' in those circumstances- at this time, I had been overseas for two months and no one thought me naive any longer when it came to matters of war).
Nine of the new ones were for us, bringing the company back up to an even twenty.
After the sergeant gave them the usual spiel some of us took it upon ourselves to tell them what was what, according to our various experiences and dispositions, picking out, in one or twos, some new colleague- a potential friend or protege. I could make no secret to myself the man to whom my eyes immediately went.
I was prepared to be hassled late for how quickly I moved in to scoop him up. With hand outstretched to begin with a proper shake- our hands met, though blocked from intimacy by glove materials on each side (and his were leather- a sign of resources, because by this time they were hardly handing out such gear to all the rank and file)- I introduced myself. "You're friendly," he spoke so close his breath felt warm against my face.
"When you don't know how much time you have left, it's best to make friends fast," I answered, though just a second after the words had escaped my lips it hardly felt prudent to have begun by drawing his attention to mortality rates at the front.
He drew in another breath, a little rush of air that seemed to suck me in, thinking on what I had told him.
"You look very familiar," I observed, seeking to grapple with the very thing that had drawn me to him (and I hardly think I should be judged shallow on account of it, because while he was very handsome, it was his familiarity, not his attractiveness that caused me to pick him from amidst the nine who arrived). "Is there some way that perhaps I might have seen you…?" I could not help but smile because even as I asked, I was really prompting him to tell me what I had already concluded on my own.
"Yes," he admitted, "I'm Arthur Aulmond."
"And couldn't a movie star find some way to dodge this sort of sorry duty?"
"Yes," Arthur spoke on candidly, "But it wouldn't have been right."
Day/Theme: Jan. 3, 2014 "I've seen your picture / your name in lights above it"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: soldier narrator (I don't even know his name yet as I'm experimenting) & Arthur
Rating: PG
The fresh faces arrived the next day, hopping down off the back of the truck with a mix of levels of worry and wondering displayed or hidden from us old hands (though it didn't take much to reach the ranks of 'old hand' in those circumstances- at this time, I had been overseas for two months and no one thought me naive any longer when it came to matters of war).
Nine of the new ones were for us, bringing the company back up to an even twenty.
After the sergeant gave them the usual spiel some of us took it upon ourselves to tell them what was what, according to our various experiences and dispositions, picking out, in one or twos, some new colleague- a potential friend or protege. I could make no secret to myself the man to whom my eyes immediately went.
I was prepared to be hassled late for how quickly I moved in to scoop him up. With hand outstretched to begin with a proper shake- our hands met, though blocked from intimacy by glove materials on each side (and his were leather- a sign of resources, because by this time they were hardly handing out such gear to all the rank and file)- I introduced myself. "You're friendly," he spoke so close his breath felt warm against my face.
"When you don't know how much time you have left, it's best to make friends fast," I answered, though just a second after the words had escaped my lips it hardly felt prudent to have begun by drawing his attention to mortality rates at the front.
He drew in another breath, a little rush of air that seemed to suck me in, thinking on what I had told him.
"You look very familiar," I observed, seeking to grapple with the very thing that had drawn me to him (and I hardly think I should be judged shallow on account of it, because while he was very handsome, it was his familiarity, not his attractiveness that caused me to pick him from amidst the nine who arrived). "Is there some way that perhaps I might have seen you…?" I could not help but smile because even as I asked, I was really prompting him to tell me what I had already concluded on my own.
"Yes," he admitted, "I'm Arthur Aulmond."
"And couldn't a movie star find some way to dodge this sort of sorry duty?"
"Yes," Arthur spoke on candidly, "But it wouldn't have been right."