𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙮.
FEMALE!OC x BOB
(slow updates)
[I do not own Band of Brothers. I only own my characters.]
Started: May 12, 2021
Ended: n/a
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"Step by step and the thing is done." - Charles Atlas
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Juliet yawned as she shut the door behind her; it was dark outside, almost dinnertime, and cold. She wondered if Georgia was always this chilly or if it was just this year that the weather decided to turn colder. She just hoped these cold nights went away sooner. Wrapping her army issued coat tightly against her body for warmth she embarked her way to the billet.
"Thought I saw a dwarf leaving the aid station," a voice behind her startled her. She frowned at the tall dark haired figure that had been following her. "C'mon don't look at me like that."
"This dwarf is really tired and I'll look at you however I want, sir."
Lewis let out a small laugh, shaking his head, now by her side. "You know I should revoke your pass young lady."
"Don't bother, it has already been revoked," she admitted, sighing a bit before turning back around to continue her way to the billet.
His footsteps were heard following after her. "Again?"
"Always," she brutally turned around to face him. She was frustrated and irritated by the way Sobel still treated her to this day. Even those she feared would never accept her have learnt to accept her presence. But Sobel, he was a different story. Ever since Lewis had stolen back her journal, Sobel hasn't stopped singling out the young woman - not that he ever stopped doing it, but it has gotten to a point that she could no longer tolerate it. "He's not gonna stop making my life a living hell until I'm out of here... or worse."
"Don't say that," His eyes filled with empathy. "He won't dare to hurt you. He's just a piece of shit."
She nodded, staring at her boots, and resumed her pace back to the billet. "I got Blanche's letter," Juliet smiled to herself at the mention of her dear old friend.
"Did you? What did she say?"
"Oh, you know, the usual."
"How am I still the family's disappointment?" He clenched his jaw.
Her expression was filled with sadness. "That's not true."
"Try telling my mother that."
Her hand came out to delicately squeeze his arm, and they both fell into a deep silence. Mrs. Nixon had always been harsh and strict when it came to her children's reputation, particularly with Lewis. Ever since Lewis was a child, she had had complete control over what he wore, who he hung out with, and who he could and could not marry. One of the reasons they became such good friends was because at some point in their lives both knew what it was like to be a puppet with no way of breaking free.
