Ficlet???
Wrote this yesterday--- it took only a few minutes. It´s nothing special, but it´s really my first one-- so I will give it the honour to be posted as long as I can stand it.
I love that moment in the tent at the end of "Sharpe´s Honour" when Patrick bounces in at the very exact moment making everything very clear.
So that´s it:
Decision /Ficlet)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Bernard Cornwell. This is fiction I made it up.
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: PG
Summary: See above
Sharpe watched her face. The light that shone through the canvas sort of softened her features. She was a beauty. He had heard her telling promises of a future life. A house on the Seine, the life of a gentleman. All he could ever hope for. When Helena Marquesa di Casares el Grande finally asked him to stay with her his mind whirled. He hated the French. Ever had since he joined the army. Wellingtons army now. He would beat Boney because he had men like himself on his side. Rogues may be but with honour. Honour was a feeling he held high. he had not always but after his fight with Patrick in the barn he had understood that an officer must have honour. Then his men will follow him in hell itself. Not only because of respect and loyalty but mainly because of friendship. And sometimes an even deeper feeling...
"We´re just ready to leave Sir", said Sergeant Patrick Harper glimpsing inside the tent.
Helena watched his face while waiting for an answer. She saw the changing of his features but eventually his eyes showed a longing glance, the rugged features somewhat softened and his lips parted a tiny bit.
"I´ll be right with you, Sergeant", she heard Sharpe say. For one brief moment she had hoped that the loving feeling which had showed up on his face would have been for her.
Mood: I think amused is correct for I have finally done it and wrote something. Always told that I´m still far from writing--- just loving reading the stuff.
I love that moment in the tent at the end of "Sharpe´s Honour" when Patrick bounces in at the very exact moment making everything very clear.
So that´s it:
Decision /Ficlet)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Bernard Cornwell. This is fiction I made it up.
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: PG
Summary: See above
Sharpe watched her face. The light that shone through the canvas sort of softened her features. She was a beauty. He had heard her telling promises of a future life. A house on the Seine, the life of a gentleman. All he could ever hope for. When Helena Marquesa di Casares el Grande finally asked him to stay with her his mind whirled. He hated the French. Ever had since he joined the army. Wellingtons army now. He would beat Boney because he had men like himself on his side. Rogues may be but with honour. Honour was a feeling he held high. he had not always but after his fight with Patrick in the barn he had understood that an officer must have honour. Then his men will follow him in hell itself. Not only because of respect and loyalty but mainly because of friendship. And sometimes an even deeper feeling...
"We´re just ready to leave Sir", said Sergeant Patrick Harper glimpsing inside the tent.
Helena watched his face while waiting for an answer. She saw the changing of his features but eventually his eyes showed a longing glance, the rugged features somewhat softened and his lips parted a tiny bit.
"I´ll be right with you, Sergeant", she heard Sharpe say. For one brief moment she had hoped that the loving feeling which had showed up on his face would have been for her.
Mood: I think amused is correct for I have finally done it and wrote something. Always told that I´m still far from writing--- just loving reading the stuff.