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͙*｡༄        @ofbravery 
                          yoU ARE. 

͙*｡༄          @ofbravery   
                           she passed him,       entering the pub as he held the door for her—        smiling a bit,       the apparent farm boy was a gentlemen,      nonetheless.      she chuckled lightly,      nodding him toward the bar after her,      “neither did I,”       she’d responded,      bringing a hand through her hair.         she wasn’t necessarily lying,       simply answering as vaguely as one could without sounding too suspicious.        “jack of all trades,”         she said,       smiling a bit fondly,       tucking her hair behind her ears,        “yeah?       hardly.       what makes you think that?”      she chuckled,       a bit confused by the assumption. 

͙*｡༄         @ofbravery 
                            she hadn’t seen another way.        to fight had been her only true,      honorable option.       she’d wouldn’t have been able to live with herself otherwise,          wouldn’t have wanted to.        she tilted her head down,        the bar was near know—       just down the block,        she was a bit grateful for the fact—         she simply raised her shoulders,        brushing her fingers through her hair,        “well,        bit of everything,”        she answered,        nonchalantly.         “I’m transferred once in a while—        figure I’m a good shot,”        she said. 

͙*｡༄       @ofbravery 
                          she wasn’t german,        not in their eyes.      and she’d never been,       and never would be.        “patience,”       she murmured,       waving him off with a movement of her hand.        she’d been getting there.        “well,       just—       we were hidden by my father’s employer,        I believe.      found by nazis half a year later,     I believed,        I managed to escape,       but they were both killed then,       shot between the eyes,”        she muttered,       “I escaped here,        was later asked to join the resistance,      and well,        yeah,”         she explain,       finishing off quickly,       her gaze a bit far off.        “and that all led up to this,      huh?”  

͙*｡༄        @ofbravery
                           she had walked with him,        in no particular rush to arrive to the bar.        her eyes searching the streets—         the war made everyone paranoid,       she figured,      having seen his own searching eyes.         she chuckled,       lightly,       stalling a bit.       “yeah?”         she’d asked,      “intrigued,     are you?”       she paused for a moment,      considering the thought.       “right—       well,       yes.       a jew from germany,”        she nodded,       almost to herself.         “before we were no longer allowed to attend class,       I remember—           showed diagrams of jewish men and women,        used me as an example,       pointing out the curve of my nose and the slant of my jaw,     to see the difference of a true german and a jew.      I wasn’t german anymore,     I was just—      Jewish,     I suppose,”         she muttered,      almost bitterly as she brought her hand through her hair.        she could feel heat rising in her face,     and it certainly wasn’t due to embarrassment—       as it hadn’t been then either,       “it’s like—        you’re whole country is betraying you,”         she said,      but she hadn’t even began with her story.      she hadn’t spoken of it in a long time,       reliving all the anger and sorrow. 

͙*｡༄         @ofbravery 
                       “no,      the cabbie.”       she’d responded,       the first of a slight,      teasing grin coming across of her face.         “just a farmer boy?     don’t sell yourself short,    lieutenant.”      she said.       she could feel the cold,      British air against her face,      the warning of an oncoming storm.      they’d come to a stop,     the bar was a little ways away,      a block or two,       the cabbie had dropped them off at her request,       “c’mon,”      she stepped out,     tucking her hair behind her ear,      “walk with me while you hear,”      she decided,       a slight smile across of her face.       she didn’t particularly want to do this.     didn’t want him to see her as some. . .     nutjob tragedy.     she wasn’t.      refused to be.       not that she should’ve cared what he thought,      or that she did,      she didn’t know him,      not well enough.      “I’m German,”      she began to say,      she allowed the lilt of her accent to flow out with her words for just a moment,       “German Jew,”       she said,      briefly,        “if,      you haven’t guessed?”     she asked,     turning to him to see just how observant the farm boy could be.

͙*｡༄         @ofbravery
                        her gaze moved across of him,          drinking in his appearance carefully.       brown hair and blue eyes,      and the cockiest grin she’d seen yet.       her face remained still,      save for a small,      amused quirk of the mouth.       and she almost simply told him,      but she didn’t wish to have his pity,        not so soon,        “you first,”        she decided with a light chuckle,      she brought the window down,      air blowing in,      “what more is there to you?”

͙*｡༄        @ofbravery 
                          she entered the cab,       ducking her head into the cab—        they didn’t have to give the cabbie instructions for him to know.       it was always the same with the nurses,      pilots,       and whatnot from here,      ‘town.’         “ah,”        she said,       turning away for a moment.          she no longer minded speaking about it,       where once she’d have never have spoken of it,       and especially not him—       who’d she met moments before,     making a colorful story as to avoid the question—      she didn’t have it in her anymore,       she figured.        “bit of a long story,”        she admitted,         she doubted he wanted to listen to her sob story. 

͙*｡༄        @ofbravery 
                           she,      too,      was surprised she’d agreed to drinks.        wasn’t necessarily her area.        “now?”        she asked.       how spontaneous of them,       her gaze shifted—          the town,       she didn’t go very often,       preferring to steer clear,        only whenever necessary.        “come on,      then,”       she decided after a second,       sparing him a glance before she’d turned to begin on their way.       

͙*｡༄         @ofbravery 
                       she was bold when she must be.        in general,      not due to choice,      but due to necessity.       “a drink?”      she asked,       she didn’t have anything for a couple of days.      it was bound to be fine,      besides,      for her,      a drink was overdue,       if anything,       “suppose not,”      she responded after a moment,         “when?”