Action
Speaks Louder
dis.claimed.
The men and women of
the Eleventh Division believe in love at first sight (yes, those that
spill blood and seem to eternally have a lust that has nothing to do
with the caress of skin). Sure, they don't sigh and pine and
write poetry; even lines that would be in very bad taste:
My hand on your
throat,
Let me take your
breath away…
They understand that knee jerk love in their own way. Like two old warriors meeting and never picking up their swords; a simple locked gaze and (thrust, evade) the battle is done. A lifetime fit into seconds. Their hands and swords humming in the afterglow and the victor marches on with chin tilted a bit higher.
It's not that strange; to think of love as a battle - set in a battlefield. In war as well as love all strategies and rational turn to dust and your gut and hands are all that are left to you.
So all of them know, when love comes to them as war has before, they can go by their gut and with their hands reach.
There's no need for any damn love song. Why sing when your mouth could be doing so many other (more productive) things?