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Hi, everyone! I've been rather busy without much to show for it, and have been writing many original things lately (this part is really great, please don't let it stop) so I've been sort of neglecting bandom. Let's not even talk about my bandombigbang, uh.

That said. Please give me some prompts? PLEASE.

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YOUR LOVE FOR THEM IS WHY ILU.

revolution is eluding me, have some WWII instead

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The night before Butcher was due to leave for the army base, Sisky's mother held a big dinner for him, underneath the stars, and everyone drank to Butcher at the table. They insisted on seeing Butcher in his army uniform, and some of the women cooed at him when he came out dressed in his fatigues, thinking of the husbands and brothers they had, already at war. Butcher ducked his head, a little, and felt shy. His uniform felt as though it was weighing him down.

He slipped away in the middle, when everyone was toasting everyone else, and saw Sisky sitting on the steps.

"Hey," Butcher said softly, sitting down next to him. Sisky didn't look at him, but seemed to curl around him unconsciously, as though he were grateful for the heat of another body.

Sisky looked toward the sky, where the stars were clear. "Hi," he said, quietly. He'd been semi-ignoring Butcher all week, in the sense that he replied to him when he was spoken to but mostly just kept out of his way, and Butcher hadn't thought much of it, in the midst of his preparations. He missed Sisky already.

"You'll write to me?" Butcher hope he didn't sound too hopeful, and the question seemed to swim and float around them, under the clear, cold night.

Sisky shrugged, and Butcher was reminded of how young he was. "Yeah, okay," he said, and somehow it seemed like more of a question than his own had.

After a pause, Sisky said, "I wish I could go away to war too."

When Butcher looked at him sideways Sisky coloured, and protested, "I mean - I just wish I could do something, I hate being young and having to wait, I could do it too -"

Butcher laid a hand on his wrist and said, "I know." Sisky seemed to quieten, then said, "I hope you come back safe."

Butcher gave a half-laugh, almost a moan, and said, "I hope so too."

They sat quietly together on the steps, drinking in the steady, muted roar of the table a couple of feet away. Butcher hadn't let go of Sisky's hand, and Sisky didn't seem inclined to move.

I should get back, Butcher thought, but didn't feel inclined to spoil the moment. Sisky turned to Butcher and leaned in to kiss him, and Butcher took a shocked moment to react - Sisky was kissing him! - before sliding a hand around his jaw and tugging him even closer, and kissing back.

It was a sweet kiss, slow and unhurried, and Butcher's other hand moved down to rub Sisky's back. At first Sisky kissed like he had something to prove, but he became more relaxed as both of them adjusted against each other.

Finally, they drew back, and although Sisky was blushing he looked at Butcher evenly.

"I'll be waiting," he said, and blushed even more furiously. Butcher smiled back - he knew they must have both looked foolish - and said, "Sure," before finally releasing Sisky's wrist, to lace their fingers together.