Sidemen & Friends (One Shots)

Minishaw (War au)

The way the pastel sky caressed the grunge water below, the way the land was silhouetted in the distance in a darkened complexion, the way there was a constant hazy view over the landscape, all created this aesthetic beauty. He sat next to him, both perched on the cliffs edge. Hushed whispers flowing throughout the atmosphere, humble breezes plucking them away to carry them towards the horizon; as if they were secrets that weren't to be heard of. His head rested on the other's shoulder, symbolising the closeness between the two. Smiles had painted themselves onto their faces, however, sad smiles. Filled with sorrow, guilt perhaps.

Yet, at peace. Legs dangling over the edge and swinging simultaneously.

"it's a beautiful view Si." A soft voice rang out, directed to the boy whose head lay at his shoulder blade. Harry simply earned a hum of approval, the darkened blonde reaching up stiffly to rub the sleep out of his cerulean eyes as he sat up straight. Feelings as if his spine was caught up in a big knot, he twisted once to the left, once to the right, trying to straighten out the muscles once more. "It's a shame we can't stay."

A soft whine emitted from Simon's lips, he didn't want to leave. This was perfect, peace was restored finally and they were together. The male to his side noticed the sudden melancholy feeling, decided to turn and rest his face into the slight crook of Simon's neck, wanting to relish in the closeness whilst they still had the chance.

"We could stay...there's nothing saying we have to go back." The older of the two muttered, arm lifting to encircle around his friend almost in a protective manner. "We don't have to go back, the others will be fine without us. Perhaps they'll even come and joi-"

"Fine? Simon, our friends are dying as we speak. Dying." Harry cut him off in a rather offended tone. "We've been selfishly taking advantage of the peace for too long, it's time to go back to reality. You can't just escape from war, fight till the end!" He sounded sure of his words, using all the will he could to stop tears from falling, welling, in his eyes. Weakness never prevailed, he wanted Simon to know just how serious he truly was.

"Harry, we were shot! Shot! I'm pretty sure if we were okay, we would already be back out there!" The man hated raising his voice around his younger boy, but he did just to make a point. The noticeable flinch from the Guernsey born male made Simon take in a sharp intake of breath, averting his eyes instead to the horizon. "It'd be better if we just died anyway, look how...peaceful this all is." Constantly he referred back to the peace, as that's all anyone had ever asked for, for years.

The memories were still fresh and vivid in his mind, he hated to think about it. About the pain, voices screaming around him.

And suddenly he started to recall it all, as if it was playing on a large screen in front of his eyes.

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Dirt in his eye, muscles aching, covered in wounds was his body, buckling knees, shaking hands.

The noise, the noise was shattering, screams of agony, shouts of commands, cries for mercy, languages he couldn't understand.

Gun raised, aim, fire.

Bodies slumped to the ground, it was a direct hit. The guilt of having killed a man had long since passed, Simon had more than the average amount of someone's blood on his hands.

Average amount.

He'd learned to block out the noise, focus only on his precision to make sure he took down the opposition one person at a time, if he was lucky the bullet would ricochet off something and wound someone else. Any mercy he had for the enemy, must've been delved down into the depths of his soul.