Hornblower Remix Ahoy
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I was never the philosopher of the two of us. In fact, I have no doubt that given any opportunity whatsoever, he’d offer his cherished opinion that I’ve no head for introspection, except where it allows me to dwell on my faults. He always delivered such lines with a generous curve of lips and a defiant light in his eyes which belied whatever acrimony he might manage to project vocally.
He was always too generous to me.
And if thinking of the best things, if thinking of him, inevitably leads to thinking of myself in regards to him, then truly I cannot deny I have faults indeed, of which he patiently-or not so patiently-bore the brunt. And I let him. I see myself well enough to see that. ...
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A Fine and Private Place
By Lokei
Remix of “World Enough and Time” by romanticalgirl
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It’s the simplest thing, really.
When you distill it down to its essence, once all the planning and secrecy and illegality are boiled away, it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Yet another thing on which he and Horatio will never agree.
It’s only a day left to Kingston, if the weather holds fair-and when doesn’t it, after all, when what you really need is a squall, or a long becalmed afternoon?-and the hazy muting effect of the heat has been replaced by a blanketing silence that pervades every creaking timber, snapping line, and wounded man’s moan. This ship has known its share of knowing silences, but this is another kind of stillness, and its epicenter is right in this cabin. The men don’t seem to notice, particularly, their minds focused pleasurably forward on leave, and money, and women. The midshipmen don’t know enough to know that breathing ought to be difficult in the shadow of a court-martial.
Only the officers are aware, and one’s not facing it, one’s not imagining it, one’s not scared of it, and one’s not going to make it. ...
I was never the philosopher of the two of us. In fact, I have no doubt that given any opportunity whatsoever, he’d offer his cherished opinion that I’ve no head for introspection, except where it allows me to dwell on my faults. He always delivered such lines with a generous curve of lips and a defiant light in his eyes which belied whatever acrimony he might manage to project vocally.
He was always too generous to me.
And if thinking of the best things, if thinking of him, inevitably leads to thinking of myself in regards to him, then truly I cannot deny I have faults indeed, of which he patiently-or not so patiently-bore the brunt. And I let him. I see myself well enough to see that. ...
And
A Fine and Private Place
By Lokei
Remix of “World Enough and Time” by romanticalgirl
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It’s the simplest thing, really.
When you distill it down to its essence, once all the planning and secrecy and illegality are boiled away, it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Yet another thing on which he and Horatio will never agree.
It’s only a day left to Kingston, if the weather holds fair-and when doesn’t it, after all, when what you really need is a squall, or a long becalmed afternoon?-and the hazy muting effect of the heat has been replaced by a blanketing silence that pervades every creaking timber, snapping line, and wounded man’s moan. This ship has known its share of knowing silences, but this is another kind of stillness, and its epicenter is right in this cabin. The men don’t seem to notice, particularly, their minds focused pleasurably forward on leave, and money, and women. The midshipmen don’t know enough to know that breathing ought to be difficult in the shadow of a court-martial.
Only the officers are aware, and one’s not facing it, one’s not imagining it, one’s not scared of it, and one’s not going to make it. ...