we’ll write memories of us somewhere by fated_addiction (R)
Fandom Category: Band of Brothers
Pairing: Renée Lemaire/Eugene Roe
Fic Title: we’ll write memories of us somewhere
Author: fated_addiction
Link: http://fated-addiction.livejournal.com/367353.html
Rating/Warning(s): R / character death, violence
Genre: Angst, Character Study
WIP?: No
Special Rec: 11/30
Why This Must Be Read: This author has Doc Roe's voice nailed down, with the cold and heartbreak that should accompany any Bastogne related story. The way he sees the seemingly never-ending war and how Renée becomes his reprieve from all the blood and death, if just for a moment, fated_addiction has done an amazing job with this piece.
And it’s here where he starts to think back to her, finally - he thinks it’s sorta that thing, you see a pretty girl and you know, you know you can’t help yourself even though there’s a something waitin’ tight and ready for him at home. It’s the hands definitely and he’s glancing down at his own, rewritin’ the sorta thing he might go and say to her.
"Renée," he mumbles.
But he likes the way she says his name, that fancy French and none of that Cajun shit that he loves and learns. He feels his mouth start right on movin’, the slur of her name lost again to the shelter of his hands
Gotta be that he’s too far away from anything now and the loneliness is startin’ to eat way at him, thin between the trees and the occasional duck and fire from the fuckin’ Germans that like to leave him with a couple bodies or two, if he’s lucky.
They’re gonna need morphine soon.
Pairing: Renée Lemaire/Eugene Roe
Fic Title: we’ll write memories of us somewhere
Author: fated_addiction
Link: http://fated-addiction.livejournal.com/367353.html
Rating/Warning(s): R / character death, violence
Genre: Angst, Character Study
WIP?: No
Special Rec: 11/30
Why This Must Be Read: This author has Doc Roe's voice nailed down, with the cold and heartbreak that should accompany any Bastogne related story. The way he sees the seemingly never-ending war and how Renée becomes his reprieve from all the blood and death, if just for a moment, fated_addiction has done an amazing job with this piece.
And it’s here where he starts to think back to her, finally - he thinks it’s sorta that thing, you see a pretty girl and you know, you know you can’t help yourself even though there’s a something waitin’ tight and ready for him at home. It’s the hands definitely and he’s glancing down at his own, rewritin’ the sorta thing he might go and say to her.
"Renée," he mumbles.
But he likes the way she says his name, that fancy French and none of that Cajun shit that he loves and learns. He feels his mouth start right on movin’, the slur of her name lost again to the shelter of his hands
Gotta be that he’s too far away from anything now and the loneliness is startin’ to eat way at him, thin between the trees and the occasional duck and fire from the fuckin’ Germans that like to leave him with a couple bodies or two, if he’s lucky.
They’re gonna need morphine soon.