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 The place we left behind, sam / thomas
yuri vladimirovich morevna
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 07:27 PM

Princesses don't marry kitchen boys..

  32 years old
  Max (She/Her)


thomas north bale || hope this is okay!
He hated admitting that he had a weakness. Usually, Yuri could hide them pretty well, with easy smiles and witty comebacks. The environment he lived in how, he could not afford to be that way all the time. People’s lives were on the line and it had taken some time for him to adjust his attitude, but here he was, asking one of the most respected members of the resistance to teach him how to shoot. Honestly, Yuri had expected Thomas to say no, that he was too busy or something else like that. Not because Thomas was unkind, but because he was a leader and had so many more important things to do, than spend time one on one, with a relatively average soldier.

He was incredibly grateful and somewhat nervous as he paced back and forth on the spot, waiting for Thomas to arrive. He held his rifle with a white-knuckle grip, his mind racing through thoughts. It wasn’t that he was a bad shot, but Yuri knew he could stand to improve. A misplaced bullet could mean life or death and he had no intention of failing his comrades. Once upon a time he would have ran and kept running, until he had no breath and his chest burned. He wanted nothing more than to be free of Russia and its rocky, new foundations that were slowly being painted blood red. Now he missed it, now he wanted it back – he wanted all of it back, France, Germany – everything.

He didn’t think it was possible to mourn for a place, but he was. The Russia on the other side of the portal wasn’t his Russia, and try as he might he just couldn’t make the connection. The timing was all wrong, he couldn’t cope with the disconnect in history, so he had to settle for the motherland in his head and memories of a girl in a sea of thousands, with blue eyes and red hair. Yuri stopped pacing abruptly and sighed, looking at the weapon in his hands, he had missed the war to end all wars but he had been impacted by it. He lost his father to it and family as a result. At the time he wished he could fight, to protect all he held dear, though this war was somewhat secret, he was happy to be a soldier.

As happy as anyone could be on endless front-lines, in a battle that was arguably unwinnable. They had victories and they also had losses and every day he wondered if it was just a matter of time before the darkness found its way into the other world as well. Then nowhere would be safe. It was no question really, that they had to do everything they could to fight back. Even if his efforts today were small in the scheme of things, they mattered at least – to others and he’d never before considered anyone but himself. As he heard footsteps approaching he straightened and tried to look presentable.

thomas north bale
 Posted: Apr 9 2018, 12:06 AM

Both Eyes Open.

  25 years old
  HE | HIM
  sam (SHE | HER)


When you get worried
I'll be your soldier
It had been years since he'd first picked up a rifle. Even then it wasn't unusual to feel himself doubting his own ability every time he felt that weight settle against his palms. For one split second he'd be thrown back to the very first days of their young exploration into the New World. He'd been so determined to become a soldier, while at the same time completely unprepared for the costs such a path would eventually bring. It had seemed so easy watching the other man run to their stations with their guns loaded. While he- a lowly carpenter's boy - stumbled on his own feet and misfired his weapon. He could still hear Radcliffe's grating voice at the back of his mind. The insult that had burned itself into his soul and pushed him to work doubly hard at everything he did.

He doesn't quite know how that boy became the person he was today. He'd set out looking for adventure and a new home, now he stood among a handful of others against a seemingly infinite force of destruction. Days spent dreaming of what it might be like to be a soldier were now his reality. Whether he truly wanted them to be or not. And perhaps the most outrageous of everything that his life had become...he was a leader. There was not a moment that passed when he didn't have someone in the resistance camp looking to him for guidance. While he had no idea how they'd come to look at him of all people, he did his best to keep their heads above water. Remembering every story he'd ever heard of brave soldiers and hard won battles, and hoping that it was enough to keep the people around him alive.

Of course, the resistance was not a well oiled machine. As much as he 'commanded' a small pocket of it, there were other leaders out there. Other men and woman more than capable of taking the reigns. They all worked together to the best of their abilities with the limited men and resources they had available. All of them expressly aware that the majority of their ragtag army were people just like him- untrained, inexperienced fighters who simply wanted to do what they could to keep their world from being completely destroyed. So he had no qualms about stepping away when someone asked for help.

It was almost a relief honestly to hand control of the camp to Astrid for the day and do something else for a change. Being asked to help someone with their gunmanship was....new and exciting in its own way. He only hoped that he'd improved enough himself to be a teacher.

Reaching the place where they were set to meet, he smiled as he came up to Yuri. One that he hoped was reassuring and not all a mirror of the nerves he could still feel despite knowing full well this was something in his ability to manage. "At ease friend, no need to stand so straight on my account. Plus, shooting is done best when you're relaxed." A small nod of appreciation; "Before we get anywhere I thought you should know that I'm honored you asked me to help."

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