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heavyartilleryTitle: Day 15: Thoughts from a Foxhole
Pairing/Characters: Eugene Roe/Babe Heffron
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: BabeRoe + reindeer
Winter in Belgium was nothing like winter in Philly. There were no kids slinging ice at passing vehicles, no city workers shoveling the sidewalks, no storefront awnings bent beneath the weight of an inch of drift. Just the towering pine trees of the Bois Jacques, prettily dusted, and miles of white field all around. Despite the war, there was almost something magical about it—as if at any moment one of Santa’s reindeer might prance through the forest, majestic and ethereal.
There came a rustle, and suddenly, Doc was there. “Hey, Edward. What’cha thinkin’ ‘bout so hard?”
Babe shrugged. “…reindeer.”
Pairing/Characters: Eugene Roe/Babe Heffron
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: BabeRoe + reindeer
Winter in Belgium was nothing like winter in Philly. There were no kids slinging ice at passing vehicles, no city workers shoveling the sidewalks, no storefront awnings bent beneath the weight of an inch of drift. Just the towering pine trees of the Bois Jacques, prettily dusted, and miles of white field all around. Despite the war, there was almost something magical about it—as if at any moment one of Santa’s reindeer might prance through the forest, majestic and ethereal.
There came a rustle, and suddenly, Doc was there. “Hey, Edward. What’cha thinkin’ ‘bout so hard?”
Babe shrugged. “…reindeer.”
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