TITLE: Nobility AUTHOR: inlovewithnight CHARACTERS: Beau, Byron RATING: PG DISCLAIMER: Not mine, no profit made CHALLENGE PROMPT: Boots, obscure fandom AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to romanticalgirl for the beta.
"Nobility" (Beau, Byron)nindulgenceJuly 3 2007, 17:36:33 UTC
Oh, snap!
"And if I were a bit less drunk, I'd call you out for implying I'm idle."
"For the people, I hold no particular affection. For the institution, I hold a profound intellectual enmity and emotional attachment, given that it is, after all, what permits me to live as I wish, do as I wish, and indulge in intellectual gymnastics at all."
and frightening imbeciles besides.
From a man who would need four of those bottles to wash the taste of princely leather from his tongue. You've no self-awareness at all, Brummell, it's the greatest flaw I've found in you. Can't imagine a thing that might exist outside your mirror." / "You forget," Beau said, his voice tight and back stiff in his chair, "that I choose the Prince's boots. At the very least, the leather is to my liking."
The next cow to take his fancy may not be so suited to your taste."Lovely zingers, and such a clever take on the challenge topic--using these characters in particular to zing back and forth between the metaphorical and the literal in their discussion of boots
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"And if I were a bit less drunk, I'd call you out for implying I'm idle."
"For the people, I hold no particular affection. For the institution, I hold a profound intellectual enmity and emotional attachment, given that it is, after all, what permits me to live as I wish, do as I wish, and indulge in intellectual gymnastics at all."
and frightening imbeciles besides.
From a man who would need four of those bottles to wash the taste of princely leather from his tongue. You've no self-awareness at all, Brummell, it's the greatest flaw I've found in you. Can't imagine a thing that might exist outside your mirror." / "You forget," Beau said, his voice tight and back stiff in his chair, "that I choose the Prince's boots. At the very least, the leather is to my liking."
The next cow to take his fancy may not be so suited to your taste."Lovely zingers, and such a clever take on the challenge topic--using these characters in particular to zing back and forth between the metaphorical and the literal in their discussion of boots ( ... )
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Thank you so much! I have fun writing these two, the edges underlying the banter.
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