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dolevalanTitle: Arrangements
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
A/N: This is what comes of reading so much Restoration comedy recently. Also, I haven't abandoned the Sweeney fics - real life has been rather crazy lately, but I'll get back to them sooner rather than later, if I can.
“Get out, get out, get OUT!” she shrieked, the pitch rising to a level that human voices seldom achieved. He dodged the flying candlestick deftly, plucking the silk cravat from where’d it’d been carelessly flung the night before. He knew better than to try arguing at this point. Once they threw something, it was all over.
Frederick was waiting in the street, his arms folded as he smirked at Charles’ hasty exit from the townhouse. “So…a little bird told about Florinda, hm?”
“‘Shart, Fred, I don’t know what she was so upset about.” Charles glanced up at the window above, redoing his tie as he did. “If her husband is content to share her, I don’t know that she should be so particular about sharing me.”
Chuckling, Frederick took his friend’s arm. “Of course, my friend. Women are unreasonable creatures by nature. The good Lord only knows what’s to be done with them.” They started for a public house, the late morning sunlight illuminating the crowded London streets. “You certainly don’t seem to.”
“True, true. I try to love ‘em, I try to leave ‘em alone, I even try to talk to the things, by Gad. And where does it get me?” He shook his head heartily. “Out a good sum of honest money, and with a half-score bruises from articles of clothing and furniture hurled at my person.”
Frederick laughed, purchasing them each a tankard of ale. “My dear Charles, I’ve never known what you see in them, so I am the wrong doctor to ask for physic. I intend to remain a bachelor, and invite you to join me in my resolution, and so avoid candlesticks, shoes, and other hazards of the Campaign of Love.”
Charles shook his head. “Ah, Fred, I’ve never been so insensible as you. Besides… if a man could ever settle down with just one of them, he’d stand to make a handsome profit of it, eh?”
With a sigh, Frederick settled himself and his friend at a corner table. “A poor gamble for a man of property. How many pretty faces and large fortunes have you seen combined in one person?”
“Gad, Fred, you’ve got a fortune and a face. Why shouldn’t I hope for a woman favored with your equal in both?”
Frederick sighed, and lowered his voice. “If I’ve ruined you forever, dear Charles, the least you could do is stop being such a knave. Settle to one mistress for public eye; it’ll be as good as marrying, but less heavy on us both.”
Charles gave him a strange, strained look that was, in name, a smile. “Fred, Fred. Knavery is in my very bones. Have done, then.” He lowered his voice slightly as well. “The more you share my person, you know, the less you share my affections.” He smiled, and took a gulp of ale.
Frederick shook his head, wry smile restored as he made a toast. “To knavery, then, my bruised companion.”
Charles grinned. “To knavery. May my women’s aim be as poor as their foresight.” Their tankards met with a satisfying impact.
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
A/N: This is what comes of reading so much Restoration comedy recently. Also, I haven't abandoned the Sweeney fics - real life has been rather crazy lately, but I'll get back to them sooner rather than later, if I can.
“Get out, get out, get OUT!” she shrieked, the pitch rising to a level that human voices seldom achieved. He dodged the flying candlestick deftly, plucking the silk cravat from where’d it’d been carelessly flung the night before. He knew better than to try arguing at this point. Once they threw something, it was all over.
Frederick was waiting in the street, his arms folded as he smirked at Charles’ hasty exit from the townhouse. “So…a little bird told about Florinda, hm?”
“‘Shart, Fred, I don’t know what she was so upset about.” Charles glanced up at the window above, redoing his tie as he did. “If her husband is content to share her, I don’t know that she should be so particular about sharing me.”
Chuckling, Frederick took his friend’s arm. “Of course, my friend. Women are unreasonable creatures by nature. The good Lord only knows what’s to be done with them.” They started for a public house, the late morning sunlight illuminating the crowded London streets. “You certainly don’t seem to.”
“True, true. I try to love ‘em, I try to leave ‘em alone, I even try to talk to the things, by Gad. And where does it get me?” He shook his head heartily. “Out a good sum of honest money, and with a half-score bruises from articles of clothing and furniture hurled at my person.”
Frederick laughed, purchasing them each a tankard of ale. “My dear Charles, I’ve never known what you see in them, so I am the wrong doctor to ask for physic. I intend to remain a bachelor, and invite you to join me in my resolution, and so avoid candlesticks, shoes, and other hazards of the Campaign of Love.”
Charles shook his head. “Ah, Fred, I’ve never been so insensible as you. Besides… if a man could ever settle down with just one of them, he’d stand to make a handsome profit of it, eh?”
With a sigh, Frederick settled himself and his friend at a corner table. “A poor gamble for a man of property. How many pretty faces and large fortunes have you seen combined in one person?”
“Gad, Fred, you’ve got a fortune and a face. Why shouldn’t I hope for a woman favored with your equal in both?”
Frederick sighed, and lowered his voice. “If I’ve ruined you forever, dear Charles, the least you could do is stop being such a knave. Settle to one mistress for public eye; it’ll be as good as marrying, but less heavy on us both.”
Charles gave him a strange, strained look that was, in name, a smile. “Fred, Fred. Knavery is in my very bones. Have done, then.” He lowered his voice slightly as well. “The more you share my person, you know, the less you share my affections.” He smiled, and took a gulp of ale.
Frederick shook his head, wry smile restored as he made a toast. “To knavery, then, my bruised companion.”
Charles grinned. “To knavery. May my women’s aim be as poor as their foresight.” Their tankards met with a satisfying impact.
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Date: 2006-11-13 06:45 am (UTC)I love you! I hope you write more of these two guys! This is a very clever exchange, definitely reminiscent of those Restoration comedies. :D
*feeds your muses*
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Date: 2006-11-13 12:17 pm (UTC)No, seriously, I liked these guys as well. I predict more of them when and if I have writer's block regarding my Restoration paper, if nothing else. But glad you enjoyed them too. ^__^