The mortars burst into rocket powder above his head and whistled their tiny wasp shrapnel into the throats, the eyes, the frail beating hearts of the men all around him, and for this one eternal charge he lived- he breathed this rocket powder and he dodged this wasp bombardment and he let himself be picked up on this tide and swept away out to sea where a man might flounder or flourish, and how intoxicating, to measure each breath, to count each thundering rabbit beat of your heart-
He had not thought of being human then, not when all around him humanity fell to bullets and bayonets and the endless septic stink of dysentery, but the fire in these men, the animal flailing, the wailing- how they tore into one another-
And the silence that came after, this stillness that settles down like a dust across the doll-glass eyes of men who have not made it through, who took a wrong step, who breathed the gas, who fell snarling upon one another as dogs throw themselves roaring after a communal rawhide- a man can think in this kind of silence.
Attraction level: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 (bc Phoebe is hot)
Love for the Character: non-existent/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/
How much the char has grown on me: not even close/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/
Badassness level:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/if you mean messianic vagina
How upset I’d be if the char got killed off: i’ll gladly sacrifice my first born/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/
Attraction level: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10
Love for the Character:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10
How much the char has grown on me: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10
How upset I’d be if the char got killed off:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10
HAIR PORN → caroline forbes
"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." —Mark Twain. A request by a-little-blonde-distraction.