I'm not dead!
Dec. 7th, 2006 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolevalanWell...mostly. I'm afraid school has been eating my life, and I've been utterly MIA from this journal for a month. But this popped into my head this morning, so here it is. I'll either be back soon if I need procrastination, or after the 15th if I don't.
Title: Fisherman
Rating: PG, I suppose, if "egad" counts as swearing
Fandom: Original
Frederick strolled down the Mall, looking mildly bored. It was a face he had been practicing for years now, and served him well; donning it was as natural as pulling on a pair of gloves, and allowed him liberty to indulge in his own private thoughts. Thoughts he knew he should not be having, for a number of reasons. But over-reflection had always been his curse, and hiding it the only way to maintain the connections which needed maintenance.
He smiled, inclining his head to Lady Olivia as they passed, just so, smiling just enough as she deigned to return the acknowledgment. It helped, he found, to treat these walks like a dance of sorts. Remembering the steps became painless with practice.
“Fred!” He looked up, the rhythm pleasantly interrupted as Charles came bounding over like a large setter, coat gleaming and smile wide. “Fred, my good man, what a capital find. I was afraid I would have to dine with Lady Waverly again, so I came fishing for improved company, and look what I find!”
“My dear Charles, surely you could find softer company than mine, if you'd looked for it.” Frederick continued walking, knowing Charles would fall into step beside him. “Lady Olivia was looking quite charming this morning.”
“Oh, Fred!” Charles took off his hat in exasperation, but decided to replace it on his head rather than throwing it to the dirt below. “Egad, man, I’m overstuffed with love. There is no inch of me that could stomach the tiniest morsel more. Why do you insist on bringing coal to Newcastle, always? If Lady Olivia pleased you, then you may well dine her, but as for me, I will feast on more substantial and less cloying fare for the present, if you give me leave.”
Fred’s lips curved a bit, but he betrayed no more amusement than that at Charles’ outburst. The sun came out from behind a cloud, and caught the brilliant blue of the younger man’s coat, throwing it against the green of the lawn. “Well, Charles, if you absolutely won’t be persuaded, I imagine I could rearrange my calendar to find the space to dine with you. Though understand, I will be giving up a most pleasant afternoon with several other friends.”
“Oh rubbish, Fred, you don’t like anyone but me, even if you can talk circles around them. Shall we go to the Cock’s Walk?”
Fred laughed, quietly but clearly as they turned their steps back towards the busy London streets. “Charles, you would charm the very fish into jumping into a net. Perhaps you should take up the trade.”
“Fred, you always talk nonsense.” And with that, the man in blue and the man in yellow disappeared into the crush of London, their voices joining the chorus that continually pulsed through the city’s heart.
Title: Fisherman
Rating: PG, I suppose, if "egad" counts as swearing
Fandom: Original
Frederick strolled down the Mall, looking mildly bored. It was a face he had been practicing for years now, and served him well; donning it was as natural as pulling on a pair of gloves, and allowed him liberty to indulge in his own private thoughts. Thoughts he knew he should not be having, for a number of reasons. But over-reflection had always been his curse, and hiding it the only way to maintain the connections which needed maintenance.
He smiled, inclining his head to Lady Olivia as they passed, just so, smiling just enough as she deigned to return the acknowledgment. It helped, he found, to treat these walks like a dance of sorts. Remembering the steps became painless with practice.
“Fred!” He looked up, the rhythm pleasantly interrupted as Charles came bounding over like a large setter, coat gleaming and smile wide. “Fred, my good man, what a capital find. I was afraid I would have to dine with Lady Waverly again, so I came fishing for improved company, and look what I find!”
“My dear Charles, surely you could find softer company than mine, if you'd looked for it.” Frederick continued walking, knowing Charles would fall into step beside him. “Lady Olivia was looking quite charming this morning.”
“Oh, Fred!” Charles took off his hat in exasperation, but decided to replace it on his head rather than throwing it to the dirt below. “Egad, man, I’m overstuffed with love. There is no inch of me that could stomach the tiniest morsel more. Why do you insist on bringing coal to Newcastle, always? If Lady Olivia pleased you, then you may well dine her, but as for me, I will feast on more substantial and less cloying fare for the present, if you give me leave.”
Fred’s lips curved a bit, but he betrayed no more amusement than that at Charles’ outburst. The sun came out from behind a cloud, and caught the brilliant blue of the younger man’s coat, throwing it against the green of the lawn. “Well, Charles, if you absolutely won’t be persuaded, I imagine I could rearrange my calendar to find the space to dine with you. Though understand, I will be giving up a most pleasant afternoon with several other friends.”
“Oh rubbish, Fred, you don’t like anyone but me, even if you can talk circles around them. Shall we go to the Cock’s Walk?”
Fred laughed, quietly but clearly as they turned their steps back towards the busy London streets. “Charles, you would charm the very fish into jumping into a net. Perhaps you should take up the trade.”
“Fred, you always talk nonsense.” And with that, the man in blue and the man in yellow disappeared into the crush of London, their voices joining the chorus that continually pulsed through the city’s heart.
