Some lovely person was so kind to gift
perfect_duet with two months of paid time. Whoever it was, please pm me, so I can thank you properly. :D The gift makes the Oakum Meme so much easier because it brought the subject headers back.
So, once more onto the breach:
Here at this post you will find all prompts/requests we have
so far received on LJ and
on DW
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Sure, it was easy for Stephen to strike up a most agreeable conversation with Ramon Mateu i Cadafalch on the steps of the cathedral, with the sun warming the morning air around them. They mentioned Victoria and spoke of details of Lasso’s Missa Osculetur me Osculo in comparison to the Missa Brevis they were about to hear.
Then, after church, it was only natural that they join the circle for the Sardana. While Stephen and Mateu I Cadafalch placed their steps to the music played by the cobla they continued to talk of this and that and, with only a minimum of prompting, Stephen heard all about the protection of the coasting trade. As Somerville had suggested, this made it easy for Stephen, who would now be able to give Jack this information without arousing suspicion.
After breakfast on Monday morning Stephen said his farewells, trying to console Tieta Nuria who vowed never to forgive him if he took twenty years to visit them again. He exchanged a firm handshake and a nod with Somerville before he set out to return to the beach.
It was late when he arrived at the Roman villa. He was thirsty, hungry and hot by then, and was glad for the cool water nearby. He had surely drunk a pint before he settled on a stone, took off his shoes and stockings and cooled his feet in the creek. Then he took out the parcel of bread, cheese and olives which his aunt had put into his bag. He looked at the package, thinking that its contents would feed the five thousand…or Jack Aubrey, he added in his mind.
After sunset he settled in his previous shelter near a still sturdy and solid wall and took out the stone that he had kept all the time. I shall return. Stephen sighed. He hoped that Sophie would arrive at sunrise tomorrow or within the next few days. He would tell Aubrey about the Sardana. His friend had surely never travelled in Catalonia. ‘How astonished he will be to hear that people of all ages and conditions dance, on coming out of church,’ he said to himself. The thought of Jack Aubrey’s likely reaction to this revelation amused him, and so he fell into slumber, smiling.
Two days later Stephen woke to noise and commotion nearby. He looked down to the beach and saw the boat and seamen. Recognizing them as Sophies, he scooped up his bag and stepped briskly down the path. He slowed before walking out of the trees to meet the jolly-boat because, since he was not a mere surgeon but a physician, he felt that he had a reputation to maintain. It would not do for the men to see him uncommon eager to rejoin.
When he had groped his way aboard, pushed and pulled by well-meaning hands, he could not help but flush with pleasure at everybody’s friendliness and Aubrey’s equally open welcome. His friend, bless him, had held back breakfast on purpose so they could share it.
‘How do you find yourself?’ asked Jack. ‘Tolerably spry, I hope? Tolerably spry?'
Stephen smiled and replied, ‘I am very well, I thank you. I will take a look at my sick-bay and then I will share your bacon with the utmost pleasure.
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And the slyness of enough food to feed the five thousand or just Jack!
Thank you; a delight from start to finish.
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A story that purports to be about intelligence-work but is actually all about how much Stephen misses his friend. Awwwwww... it's so sweet :-)
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It was fun to write it within the premises of MC and TGS.
but is actually all about how much Stephen misses his friend. Awwwwww... it's so sweet :-)
Sorry, but I can write only fluff
*sighs* ;D
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*bushes*
I am so thrilled you liked it
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