FIC: Home (Sharpe)

Oct 31, 2009 23:54

Title: Home
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: Sharpe
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper (implied Sharpe/Tom Garrard, Sharpe/Jane)
Rating: PG
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I may march over the hills and far away alongside Richard Sharpe, but Bernard Cornwell, the lucky, lucky man, owns the rogue, not me.
Summary: It was strange ( Read more... )

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govi20 November 1 2009, 06:30:31 UTC
That was stunning and felt so very right. Somewhere out there was Pat, and Sharpe'd find him if it was the very last thing he did. And maybe Jane was right, maybe you couldn't go home again, but Harper was his home as sure as India was, and Sharpe was damn well going to try. Beautiful, thank you for posting!

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splix November 1 2009, 08:23:55 UTC
But India, oh, the young man he left in the sand and heat of Mysore and Seringapatam was a rougher version of himself, his sharpest edges not yet filed down by the relentless political manoeuvring of officers and generals alike. This young man was wild, only tamed by the whip, and even then, only until the sting faded. He was a green soldier in need of a green coat, a boy with a hide that needed a good tanning before he'd be anywhere tough enough to take charge when called on.

Ooh, that was so gorgeous, and contrasted so beautifully with the older, wearier, and more cynical Sharpe - and yet he's not giving up on finding his oldest and dearest companion. Lovely little piece in a small space - thanks for sharing it!

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viggosterri November 1 2009, 15:59:51 UTC
That is absolutely perfect. It's moving, it's spot on and I love it.

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helena_s_renn November 1 2009, 21:48:10 UTC
it really feels like sharpe, the last film they did to date. for being a short piece it say a lot, years and life gone by. there's a feel like dust and yellowing paper to it, and yet its very present.

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mooms November 12 2009, 17:37:35 UTC
I love the contrast between young, rough Sharpe and older, wiser, more world-weary Sharpe and the idea that Harper has come to mean home to him.

And yet here he was, his feet firmly back on the road he began on, searching for a man who'd come to mean home, no matter what godawful backwater the two of them ended up in.

Just beautiful.

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