the-french-belphegor:LeBeau peered out the entrance one more time and then shuffled backwards on t
the-french-belphegor: LeBeau peered out the entrance one more time and then shuffled backwards on the hay strewn floor until he felt the wall behind him. Newkirk scooted to the side as LeBeau turned awkwardly in the tight space and then settled down beside his friend with his back to the shed wall. Watching the lightning flash outside, LeBeau sighed, and then wrapped an arm around Newkirk’s shoulders. Newkirk would pretend it was the cold, but both could use the assurance that the other was physically there beside him. It was pure dumb luck that had saved them, and LeBeau refused to rely on luck to get them back to camp safely. He still wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but someone had tried to kill them, and even if Newkirk claimed he didn’t know why, he did know something. Newkirk had seen something LeBeau hadn’t, and it seemed to have shaken the Englishman. He’d been unusually quiet ever since. As the storm’s light penetrated their hideout for a moment, LeBeau could see a pensive look in his friend’s green eyes. “Louis? Do you ever worry who will look after your family if you don’t make it through the war?” [crossposted at AO3 here.] I MADE THE DEADLINE. *punches the air* So, this is one of my two contributions to the 2016 Hogan’s Heroes Big Bang (I’ll post the other shortly): illustrations for Thaddeus McChuzzlewit’s fantastic story Nine Reasons to Live. If you like Newkirk and LeBeau being snarky and fierce and the best of friends behind a thick brick wall of banter, go read it now. -- source link
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