theirlithium | (no subject)

Happy commercialized holiday where we celebrate sweet poems, hitting on someone else's wife and getting your head chopped of!

Can't you feel the love?

1) Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line
2) Reply to other people, don't be a stingy ass, it's a holiday for giving!
3)?????
4) Profit

Some ideas for you indecisive types to RNG;

1) Chocolates: You couldn't think of anything more awesome, so you went out and bought your lover some candy. Hopefully they like chocolate. You made sure to check before hand, right? Hope so.

2) Poetry: Some say there's nothing more romantic than a sweet little poem expressing all those feelings! Unless you're shit at writing in which case you might want to stick to...

3) Greeting Card: You are the lowest of the low. You ran to Walgreens ten minutes before you showed up at your lovers house and picked out the first card that looked good. Or maybe you just suck at Valentines day? Either way, hope you brought something good with it.

4) Sex: You're either cheap or good in bed, but you've decided for valentines day you're going to give your significant other the gift of you.

5) Wild Card: Make something up.

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[ His lips thinned out in an angry sort of stare, knowing the soldier was bending the book simply to irritate him. He shouldn't be surprised, he knows that much, but it still manages to raise his ire. The simple disrespect he seems keen on showing at every turn is edging under his skin. ] It's not yours either, if you had any sort of respect you might realize you shouldn't break other peoples things. [ Most people wont buy a bent book, and while it was just one, it was still money lost in a hard times-- especially considering the fact that the people I this town had done nothing but simply try and live their lives. ]

I say you haven't allowed me that, you and all of this, it's not exactly the time to raise a family nor start one. [ Regardless of if that was his intention in the first place, Charles had no desire to admit these things to some irritating soldier who seemed keen on being insufferable. ] A man who would so eagerly take love from others seems hardly like the kind of person who would have any real knowledge of the emotion.

Or perhaps that's exactly why I'm better suited than you. [ He says, shrugging, taking the moment to slip the gloves into a pocket, flexing his fingers lightly. Erik doesn't quite care for the topic at hand, when romantic notions were never his cup of tea in the first place; his family earned the minimal attention from him before he was coerced into fighting for a cause he didn't believe in, and the longing of missing one you had limited time to become acquainted with was something Erik hadn't felt just yet. Book and childish actions momentarily forgotten, Erik's attention is on their petty argument, and a quick glance around has Erik well aware they should be taking it outside, if the store manager's glare was any indication. ]

You hide behind the war as the reason why you choose to be without love. No doubt you're the kind of indecisive man, forced to enlist instead of choosing what you'd like.

Yes, well, there's not much I can do about the draft. [ His lips curl downward in irritation. ] I'm not going to abandon my home and everything else trying to flee from it either. Perhaps you're more comfortable in cowardice than I am. [ It's a jab, not one he's even sure is true, but the commentary has gotten personal and he's not keen to let it go any farther down that path. ] Your hardly a good judge of character. [ And he makes a pointed look at his uniform, not at all hiding his opinion of it and the man wearing it. ]

Perhaps you ought to go back to the others now, I've heard too much time alone weakens the brain-washing.

Cowardice for joining a cause you believe in? [ A mere lie, but Charles hits home, calling Erik a coward of all insults around. He believed, however indirectly, in the fight the Germans were in favor for, a strict adherence to rules in place that the British weren't inclined to follow up on. ] I may not be the best judge of character, but your penchant for oblivious statements are showing.

[ To go back to the others now would mean Charles had won, and Erik was above that, if anything. He had no intention of giving that up just yet, settling against the shelves, eyes narrowed in the other man's direction. While he wouldn't risk a fight, he certainly wouldn't allow the other to get off scot free. ] You ought to watch your mouth.

Believing in such a cause only proves you a coward. Only a man with little in his heart could blame entire groups of people for their own failures. [ And it's a bit vicious on his part, words he doesn't usually care to say because he likes to avoid conflict. He's a pacifist at heart, but this man has pushed and pushed and Charles wants to believe that while he may want peace that he is not a coward. ]

Watch my mouth? Or what? You'll call for help? Why doesn't surprise me.

Because they've proven themselves worthy of such vengeance, [ Erik retorts, nearly spitting out the words in anger. He doesn't care much for the cause, but Charles' ignorance is near evident, overwhelming to the point where if he could truly bring himself to argue for German superiority, Erik would have by now. ] unlike cowards who beg for assistance across the seas and cower when the Americans don't reply.

You couldn't take me on if you tried.

Or so you like to make yourself believe, tell me-- how do you sleep at night? [ He straightened up, and while he was still considerably shorter he refused to cower in the face of a man who offered him snide words. ] Why don't you go back to your keepers and leave me be? If you continue to stay here you'll prove nothing other than how ignorant you can really be. You're embarrassing yourself.

[ Naive, Erik thinks, to see someone standing up to him when he's foolish enough to do in territory that would easily further the war. Charles may have a point, that calling for help, or calling for anyone right now would mean he can't handle the situation, but it doesn't mean he needs to. ]

The better question is - how do you sleep at night? Do you know what it's like, to fight for your country, watch your brothers dying next to you; the smell of gunpowder constantly pervading the air, the mess of limbs as they're ripped from the man you're protecting, blood and guts spilled along your border, all because someone disagrees with your idea of a perfect society. [ Standing up as well, Erik focuses solely on Charles' eyes, refusing to give way. ] If you even begin to sleep well at night, then you're just a boy in a uniform, pretending to save the world and ignorant to the real horrors out there. [ Because Erik didn't sleep, and he wasn't about to deny that for the sake of some petty argument with a man who couldn't keep his mouth shut. ]

No. It's you embarrassing yourself. Thinking you can take on a trained soldier with your idealistic beliefs.

And I could say the same-- the death and dying, cruelty, all of that suffered because you idiots think your better than someone else. How disgustingly arrogant. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, it's pathetic-- men so desperate for any grasp they can get above the rest-- blaming the world for their own problems. [ He can feel the thudding of his heart, rumbling against the cage that was his ribs. He's not scared, not right now, he's too busy being angry.

I don't call myself a soldier-- but I'd rather be what I am any day than a cruel, pathetic man.

Resorting to insults because you're on the losing side of an argument? [ Erik sneers, shaking his head. ] Small wonder your army is pathetic enough to give up its hard earned land.

[ Straightening up, Erik brushes down the front of his suit, cracking his neck, eyes focused on Charles' own. This wasn't a fight he wanted to have, it wasn't one he cared for in the first place, when his sole purpose was to simply fight for a cause he believed in, where the ends justified all the means over everything else. ]

Are you done yet with your sermons?

And you resort to cruelty when you're on the losing side of the war. [ And he believes that, has to believe that, because if they don't in he doesn't know what to expect for his home and country-- refuses to believe it will end any other way. His fingers bunch at his sides, a sort of restrain he's not had to force himself to have before. Charles isn't the fighting sort, never has been, but this man manages to get under his skin so dangerously. ]

Have you no sense of morality? [ He finally snips in response, his shoulders strung with tension, tight like a bow, angry and heated. ]