"Ab Inconvenienti" R unbetaed drabble
anonymous
July 26 2010, 22:34:59 UTC
The sharp, harsh scent of gunpowder and the acrid smell of sweat filled his nose, and the roar of the guns fought the rush of blood in his ears for dominance of Maturin’s hearing. Pullings’ shouted instructions to the crew were barely discernable. Stephen cried out- but not to reprimand the continued assault of his senses- as a broadside firing crashed away from the ship.
For once his mind was silent; the feeling of Aubrey’s body entwined with his own drove all else from his thoughts. Neither bothered to stifle the noises ripped from their throats as the din of the guns nullified any risk of being overheard in their zeal.
Leisurely dressing again, Stephen observed, “repetito est mater studiorum…”
“Come again, Stephen?” Jack said, looking up puzzled from the fastening of the knee-plackets of his breeches.
“Gladly, brother, but for today I am well worn out,” Stephen responded smoothly. “It was ‘repetition is the mother of study,’ in the Latin.” As a look of comprehension crossed his lover’s face he noted, “ah, I see you ‘smoke my meaning’, as you say.”
“Quite. This gun practice seemed utterly slovenly; the men shall drill again until I am satisfied. Ha ha ha!” Aubrey’s eyes streamed with mirth as he straightened his uniform and left the cabin with the surgeon.
A hint of a smirk crossed Maturin’s lips as he thought, “ab inconvenienti*, forsooth…” He watched as his particular friend inspected the gun crews with a newfound appreciation for the scent and the din of the practice before heading to his own cabin.
Re: "Ab Inconvenienti" R unbetaed drabble
anonymous
July 27 2010, 12:58:02 UTC
Thank you! I loved writing that cheeky little line. Because Stephen would get in a sharp little bit of wit like that in when Jack least expected it, and naturally not give Jack time to process it. I'm toying with the idea of a sequel, so keep your eyes peeled! :)
For once his mind was silent; the feeling of Aubrey’s body entwined with his own drove all else from his thoughts. Neither bothered to stifle the noises ripped from their throats as the din of the guns nullified any risk of being overheard in their zeal.
Leisurely dressing again, Stephen observed, “repetito est mater studiorum…”
“Come again, Stephen?” Jack said, looking up puzzled from the fastening of the knee-plackets of his breeches.
“Gladly, brother, but for today I am well worn out,” Stephen responded smoothly. “It was ‘repetition is the mother of study,’ in the Latin.” As a look of comprehension crossed his lover’s face he noted, “ah, I see you ‘smoke my meaning’, as you say.”
“Quite. This gun practice seemed utterly slovenly; the men shall drill again until I am satisfied. Ha ha ha!” Aubrey’s eyes streamed with mirth as he straightened his uniform and left the cabin with the surgeon.
A hint of a smirk crossed Maturin’s lips as he thought, “ab inconvenienti*, forsooth…” He watched as his particular friend inspected the gun crews with a newfound appreciation for the scent and the din of the practice before heading to his own cabin.
*From an inconvenient thing
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“Come again, Stephen?”
“Gladly, brother, but for today I am well worn out”
LOL. You got their banter so well!
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Cheeky, Stephen, cheeky!
Wonderful ficlet, and I find it strangely sweet, though I couldn't say why... Thank you!
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