hey so i’m writing the worst thing ever. it’s paul bäumer from aqotwf and william schofield from 1917 being nasty and grieving. anyways. throws this to the void
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And we are vagabonds; we travel without seatbelts on, we live this close to death
“Ain’t no grave, I guess.” He said, maybe meant it. Maybe meant it as much as he had the night he’d said it the first time, angry and scared and furious and warm, and for a moment, he could almost feel Joe under his fucked up fingertips.
“Yeah.” Joe said, voice low, a gentle agreement eight states away. “Ain’t no grave.”