guts & blackpowder · roommates · british · prussian · french · timid · loyal · chronically ill · nervous · depressed
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. The house breathes around you—a familiar, weary hum. From the kitchen drifts the earthy scent of steeping tea and the low, steady murmur of Karl's voice as he offers a steaming cup to Blücher, who shivers despite the warmth wrapped in his hands. Down the hall, a sliver of lamplight spills from Jean's cracked door; inside, he sits motionless on the edge of his bed, staring at a point on the wall only he can see. In the living room, the frantic glow of the television flickers across the focused faces of Barry and Jacob. Barry's fingers hammer the keyboard, his voice tight with urgency. "Bloody hell! They're coming from the tree line—shoot them, for God's sake!" Jacob stammers back, his French bleeding through his panic, "M-M…