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heavyartilleryTitle: Day 17: The North Pole
Pairing/Characters: George Luz/Joseph Toye
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: Luz/Toye + elf
“You could be an elf.”
Tucked together in a foxhole, George has been studying the shell of Joe’s ear for three hours, curious as to how it appears to point despite the tip’s delicate curve.
Joe snorts humorlessly at the radio technician’s seemingly unprovoked declaration and glances at George from beneath long lashes and his helmet’s brim. “You’re the short one.”
“C’mon, Joe. We’re in the North Pole—" George exaggeratedly gestures the Belgian snow. “—and you’re Santa’s Helper.”
“M’not a damn elf.” Joe shifts his hips and adds, smirking, “But I got your North Pole right here, Georgie.”
honestly, I have no idea how developed the origin story of Santa's elves was circa 1944, but, ya know, just go with it...
Pairing/Characters: George Luz/Joseph Toye
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: Luz/Toye + elf
“You could be an elf.”
Tucked together in a foxhole, George has been studying the shell of Joe’s ear for three hours, curious as to how it appears to point despite the tip’s delicate curve.
Joe snorts humorlessly at the radio technician’s seemingly unprovoked declaration and glances at George from beneath long lashes and his helmet’s brim. “You’re the short one.”
“C’mon, Joe. We’re in the North Pole—" George exaggeratedly gestures the Belgian snow. “—and you’re Santa’s Helper.”
“M’not a damn elf.” Joe shifts his hips and adds, smirking, “But I got your North Pole right here, Georgie.”
honestly, I have no idea how developed the origin story of Santa's elves was circa 1944, but, ya know, just go with it...