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finduilas_clln who told me I should try and write in this fandom before signing up for the challenge, and then futureperfect for being the filthy enabler she is.
So this is 315 words of Band of Brothers canon ficlet; set during 'The Last Patrol', and it is Lipton/Speirs. i'd seriously have written a lot more if I wasn't at work on my lunch break, heh. If you've seen/loved the show and know of these characters, please let me know if you think this is any good? It's barely anything but it's a first try and I just don't want to let down the person who I'll be writing for, so while I can I'd like your opinion!
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It’s Lipton that makes him stop, if only just for a moment. Lipton getting sick, needing Ron’s attention without ever daring to say it; it’s Lipton getting sick that makes Ron want to do something else than run around between bombs all day. For once he allows himself to care for one of his men more than the others, because he’s not stupid enough to think he’d be anywhere without Lipton by his side, and suddenly it’s easy. It’s not a heavy burden on his shoulders to help Lipton to a bed, to make sure he’s as warm as he can be, to keep drafts away by pressing his jacket against the window’s side. It’s the easiest thing he’s had to do in weeks, and when he sits by Lipton’s bed with his head against the mattress, he lets his eyes drift close and that’s easy, too.
The silence only broken by Lipton’s raspy coughs and grunts of discomfort, but Ron opens his eyes anyway when Lipton’s hand drifts to the top of his head, a movement, for all intents and purposes, he is convinced is absolutely purposeful. And Ron is absolutely purposeful himself when he leans into the touch, just a fraction but enough to make Lipton sigh softly, the sound rattling through Ron’s head as he closes his eyes again.
Maybe it’s two men being warm for the first time in months, maybe it’s reassurance that they’re still alive, maybe it’s gratitude, maybe it’s all of this and more, but Ron is relaxing, his muscles aching where they’ve been tense for so long, and Lipton’s are carding through his hair, a touch barely there but that Ron feels all the way to his toes, which is a feat. So he keeps his eyes closed, tilts his head to the touch like a cat, and falls asleep with Lipton’s fingers in his dirty hair.
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Can someone tell me where to find BoB icons?
finduilas_clln who told me I should try and write in this fandom before signing up for the challenge, and then futureperfect for being the filthy enabler she is. So this is 315 words of Band of Brothers canon ficlet; set during 'The Last Patrol', and it is Lipton/Speirs. i'd seriously have written a lot more if I wasn't at work on my lunch break, heh. If you've seen/loved the show and know of these characters, please let me know if you think this is any good? It's barely anything but it's a first try and I just don't want to let down the person who I'll be writing for, so while I can I'd like your opinion!
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It’s Lipton that makes him stop, if only just for a moment. Lipton getting sick, needing Ron’s attention without ever daring to say it; it’s Lipton getting sick that makes Ron want to do something else than run around between bombs all day. For once he allows himself to care for one of his men more than the others, because he’s not stupid enough to think he’d be anywhere without Lipton by his side, and suddenly it’s easy. It’s not a heavy burden on his shoulders to help Lipton to a bed, to make sure he’s as warm as he can be, to keep drafts away by pressing his jacket against the window’s side. It’s the easiest thing he’s had to do in weeks, and when he sits by Lipton’s bed with his head against the mattress, he lets his eyes drift close and that’s easy, too.
The silence only broken by Lipton’s raspy coughs and grunts of discomfort, but Ron opens his eyes anyway when Lipton’s hand drifts to the top of his head, a movement, for all intents and purposes, he is convinced is absolutely purposeful. And Ron is absolutely purposeful himself when he leans into the touch, just a fraction but enough to make Lipton sigh softly, the sound rattling through Ron’s head as he closes his eyes again.
Maybe it’s two men being warm for the first time in months, maybe it’s reassurance that they’re still alive, maybe it’s gratitude, maybe it’s all of this and more, but Ron is relaxing, his muscles aching where they’ve been tense for so long, and Lipton’s are carding through his hair, a touch barely there but that Ron feels all the way to his toes, which is a feat. So he keeps his eyes closed, tilts his head to the touch like a cat, and falls asleep with Lipton’s fingers in his dirty hair.
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Can someone tell me where to find BoB icons?
