Leverage OT3: World War II AU
1942 and war had reached them all at last, digging deep into the cracks of crumbling foundations. In chaos their secret bound them together, love woven far across land and sea, beyond blood and fire that lit up the skies.
Though her spirit burned like flame, one could not follow them to war. Instead she locked them both inside the false heart sitting at her throat, the real one beating warm beneath its polished golden shell. Hidden there they stayed, away from all eyes but hers, kept secreted in safety so one day they would yet find their way back home.
The other saved their faces in the pages curled beneath his pen, remembered lovingly with strokes as gentle as their hands were once in his. Leather bound and torn, by day he kept them stowed in the pocket pressed against his breast. When night fell they were slipped beneath his pillow, to join him in his sleep and keep the darkest dreams at bay.
The last bore them in his bones with the passing of each hour, their smiles etched into his body deeper than the scars of war could ever reach. His parting gift to them had been his soul, freely given before the stains of battle could set. He knew for him they’d keep it safe, their collateral to make sure he dare not die alone abroad.
They would find each other again and leave the past behind for good. A painting torn from a dead man’s hand could not buy back lost time, but it could guarantee a new future, and that would simply have to do.