Gjod moved their Head from left to right, until their neck strained to rotate any further. When they were sure that there was no more give in their muscles, the direction was reversed to the other side. Their gaze falling on fields of brown and grayish green soil, rubble, and a few sooty daffodils barely noticeable at the far end of Gjods vision. They repeated this, in a deliberate rhythm, for a while, before someone hit them in the side.
“Cut it out” barked Ofnet, the tone wasn't mean but still warning. “Ok” replied Gjod, looking directly forward as they had done for a long while. Both sat, back to back, on the ground, each having their legs dangling over a parapet. The rain had stopped an hour ago and the sun had come out in a very ironic display of a deep blue sky with just enough clouds to have a nice and even warm day a bit later.
“It smells of nothing” stated Gjod, desperate to fill the silence, dragging their hands along their side, trying to pick up some stones to throw. Gjod felt Ofnets Chest rise with a deep sigh, but there was no answer following. “It ought to smell of something. Most of the people in my company smelled, even when they were alive. But now, I smell nothing.” Gjod continued, finding a spent shell-casing, bringing it towards their face for inspection. “Looks like one of yours” Gjod said and presented it with an overhead reach to Ofnet.
Ofnet wasn't really in the mood, Gjod felt, and retrieved their arm after flicking the casing away. There was a plink sound and Gjod chuckled: “Six Sovereign Half-Pence say that was one of your side. Sounded empty enough.” There was no reaction from Ofnet, which made Gjod sad.
Around them wasn't much else than endless wrecks of vehicles, miles over miles of tangled wire fence and trenches as far as the eye saw. Blue and Green Uniforms marking where one or the other sides had lost a soldier, and in the middle, the two only survivors.
Gjod felt it had been lucky timing that they realized, guns trained at each other, with fingers on the trigger, that it had suddenly become quiet, just an hour or two ago. They had looked each other in the eye and lowered their weapons.
Two persons coming to a nonverbal understanding and agreement, they turned their backs, and leaning on each other, had sunk to sit on the trench wall under them.
The long years on the front had made Gjod quite sensitive to touch, and they liked the warm feeling of another human on their back. The boredom, or perhaps the countless dead bodies around them, overpowered any further positive emotion in that direction. “What do you want to do? Do you want to throw a coin, which side to go towards” asked Gjod, desperately wanting any reaction from Ofnet: “We can't sit in the warm sun all day and mope.“
There was another deep sigh, but also a thin voice: “It doesn't really matter. I forgot to press the dead-man switch on our doomsday weapon five minutes ago”.
There was silence for a while, then a loud belly laugh erupted from Gjod. This made Ofnet furious, and they shouted: “What the hell? We have perhaps a minute before there's nothing left of us.”
Gjod, suddenly standing up and facing Ofnet, explained over the last remains of their laughs: “What's the chance. I also forgot to press mine.”
kuatsu_janka t1_jbgbxnk wrote
Reply to [WP] Two soldiers sit amongst the dead on the battlefield, talking with each other. Yesterday they were enemies, now they are some of the only survivors of this battle. by kapuchu
Gjod moved their Head from left to right, until their neck strained to rotate any further. When they were sure that there was no more give in their muscles, the direction was reversed to the other side. Their gaze falling on fields of brown and grayish green soil, rubble, and a few sooty daffodils barely noticeable at the far end of Gjods vision. They repeated this, in a deliberate rhythm, for a while, before someone hit them in the side.
“Cut it out” barked Ofnet, the tone wasn't mean but still warning. “Ok” replied Gjod, looking directly forward as they had done for a long while. Both sat, back to back, on the ground, each having their legs dangling over a parapet. The rain had stopped an hour ago and the sun had come out in a very ironic display of a deep blue sky with just enough clouds to have a nice and even warm day a bit later.
“It smells of nothing” stated Gjod, desperate to fill the silence, dragging their hands along their side, trying to pick up some stones to throw. Gjod felt Ofnets Chest rise with a deep sigh, but there was no answer following. “It ought to smell of something. Most of the people in my company smelled, even when they were alive. But now, I smell nothing.” Gjod continued, finding a spent shell-casing, bringing it towards their face for inspection. “Looks like one of yours” Gjod said and presented it with an overhead reach to Ofnet.
Ofnet wasn't really in the mood, Gjod felt, and retrieved their arm after flicking the casing away. There was a plink sound and Gjod chuckled: “Six Sovereign Half-Pence say that was one of your side. Sounded empty enough.” There was no reaction from Ofnet, which made Gjod sad.
Around them wasn't much else than endless wrecks of vehicles, miles over miles of tangled wire fence and trenches as far as the eye saw. Blue and Green Uniforms marking where one or the other sides had lost a soldier, and in the middle, the two only survivors.
Gjod felt it had been lucky timing that they realized, guns trained at each other, with fingers on the trigger, that it had suddenly become quiet, just an hour or two ago. They had looked each other in the eye and lowered their weapons.
Two persons coming to a nonverbal understanding and agreement, they turned their backs, and leaning on each other, had sunk to sit on the trench wall under them.
The long years on the front had made Gjod quite sensitive to touch, and they liked the warm feeling of another human on their back. The boredom, or perhaps the countless dead bodies around them, overpowered any further positive emotion in that direction. “What do you want to do? Do you want to throw a coin, which side to go towards” asked Gjod, desperately wanting any reaction from Ofnet: “We can't sit in the warm sun all day and mope.“
There was another deep sigh, but also a thin voice: “It doesn't really matter. I forgot to press the dead-man switch on our doomsday weapon five minutes ago”.
There was silence for a while, then a loud belly laugh erupted from Gjod. This made Ofnet furious, and they shouted: “What the hell? We have perhaps a minute before there's nothing left of us.”
Gjod, suddenly standing up and facing Ofnet, explained over the last remains of their laughs: “What's the chance. I also forgot to press mine.”