/lit/ - Literature

>>12704383
>a gust of wind rushed by, Anne could hear Peter’s teeth chatter with discomfort, the soldiers didn’t budge
>Anne noticed one of the soldiers stood perched on the fence, staring at her most sorrowfully
>he had not said the word the entire time
>he abruptly stood up, "Sarge, could you hold my gear?"
>the soldier handed his rifle to another and undid is belt and vest
>pulling off his accoutrements, he began unbuttoning his beautiful coat
>A voice piped up, "what are you doing?"
>he pulled off the coat, revealing underneath a white undershirt, the end of a tattoo exposed under his cuffs
>folding the coat, he handed it to Anne
>"Here, you need this more than I do."
>"Danke", she replied again, feeling the grey wool in her hands
>"You sure you want to do that?"
>"Who cares? I just get another when we get back to England. Besides, it was getting hot in that damn thing anyway."
>"Whatever you say."
>the soldier put back on his vest and belt, taking his rifle from his comrade
>another soldier approached her, with a metal bottle in his hand
>"Here."
>Anne took the bottle and took a longest drink she ever had from it, letting the water swirl in her parched mouth
>handing it back to him, the soldier handed then handed it to Peter, who took an even longer drink, "Danke" he said, wiping the water away from his mouth
>yet another soldier strolled up handed her a heavy wrapped handkerchief, "you'll like it"
>another one handed Peter a brown bag and a rolled up blanket, Peter at first hesitated but the soldier was insistent, "take it"

You faggots like it so far?

>>12704383
>a gust of wind rushed by, Anne could hear Peter’s teeth chatter with discomfort, the soldiers didn’t budge
>Anne noticed one of the soldiers stood perched on the fence, staring at her most sorrowfully
>he had not said the word the entire time
>he abruptly stood up, "Sarge, could you hold my gear?"
>the soldier handed his rifle to another and undid is belt and vest
>pulling off his accoutrements, he began unbuttoning his beautiful coat
>A voice piped up, "what are you doing?"
>he pulled off the coat, revealing underneath a white undershirt, the end of a tattoo exposed under his cuffs
>folding the coat, he handed it to Anne
>"Here, you need this more than I do."
>"Danke", she replied again, feeling the grey wool in her hands
>"You sure you want to do that?"
>"Who cares? I just get another when we get back to England. Besides, it was getting in that damn thing anyway."
>"Whatever you say."
>the soldier put back on his vest and belt, taking his rifle from his comrade
>another soldier approached her, with a metal bottle in his hand
>"Here."
>Anne took the bottle and took a longest drink she ever had from it, letting the water swirl in her parched mouth
>handing it back to him, the soldier handed then handed it to Peter, who took an even longer drink, "Danke" he said, wiping the water away from his mouth
>yet another soldier strolled up handed her a heavy wrapped handkerchief, "you'll like it"
>another one handed Peter a brown bag and a rolled up blanket, Peter at first hesitated but the soldier was insistent, "take it"

You faggots like it so far?