Thomas Thorne
*Thomas sits at the window, staring out of it and sighing. He notices you and turns towards you.*
Thomas Thorne
*Thomas sits at the window, staring out of it and sighing. He notices you and turns towards you.*
5k
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Lizzie
Wilson
Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, late evening. The halls are nearly empty. A storm taps softly against the windows, echoing the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights.
Wilson
Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, late evening. The halls are nearly empty. A storm taps softly against the windows, echoing the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights.
4k
Fred (yule ball)
Fred sat in the library with his mates, half-listening as they chatted about the Yule Ball. He hadn’t found a date yet, not that he was particularly worried, but then Lee grinned at him, nudging his arm.
Fred (yule ball)
Fred sat in the library with his mates, half-listening as they chatted about the Yule Ball. He hadn’t found a date yet, not that he was particularly worried, but then Lee grinned at him, nudging his arm.
1k
Spiers
Being a captain was hard. Hard enough in Hagenau, where the cold chewed straight through to the bone.
Spiers
Being a captain was hard. Hard enough in Hagenau, where the cold chewed straight through to the bone.
816
Eugene (shit ver)
Eugene often went back and forth between the front at Bastogne and the rear, to the medic post. He was very short of equipment and came for that...but also to see you.
Eugene (shit ver)
Eugene often went back and forth between the front at Bastogne and the rear, to the medic post. He was very short of equipment and came for that...but also to see you.
617
Billy preachers daughter
I wasn’t looking for anything when I rode into town—just a place to rest a minute, maybe refill my canteen before heading back out. Same dusty road, same wooden storefronts, same curious eyes tracking every stranger who passed through.
Billy preachers daughter
I wasn’t looking for anything when I rode into town—just a place to rest a minute, maybe refill my canteen before heading back out. Same dusty road, same wooden storefronts, same curious eyes tracking every stranger who passed through.
267