Fanfiction: Horatio Hornblower (G)
Title: R is for Return
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard; Bush/Côtard
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 203
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: Feeling decidedly sheepish, William Bush returned to Ferrault Inn, finding André Côtard seated in the main room by the fire.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, E is for Eager, A is for After, L is for Leave, I is for Inn, T is for Tangle, and M is for Morning. No beta.
R is for Return
Feeling decidedly sheepish, William Bush returned to Ferrault Inn, finding André Côtard seated in the main room by the fire. He wore elegant civilian clothes and the Hotspur's first lieutenant was certain that whatever drink was in the glass in his hand would be alcoholic, expensive, and French in origin. Squaring his shoulders, much as he would before a battle, William walked over to sit in the other chair by the fire, stretching his booted feet out towards the warmth. After several minutes of quiet, he murmured. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" André asked, his voice clipped and flat, without the warm impudence that had annoyed, frustrated, and amused him so much. "Zere is much you could be apologizing for, Mister Boosh."
Shifting uncomfortably, disappointed to hear Côtard call him by his last name, he replied in a low voice. "For leaving this morning before you woke."
"As if you're ashamed," the Frenchman murmured, his eyes on the flames of the fire.
The Englishman glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. "It wasn't shame that drove me to leave, Major."
"What was it, zen, Lieutenant?" André demanded, hazel eyes meeting pale blue.
"Fear," William answered simply, letting his honesty show in his eyes.
End
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard; Bush/Côtard
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 203
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: Feeling decidedly sheepish, William Bush returned to Ferrault Inn, finding André Côtard seated in the main room by the fire.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, E is for Eager, A is for After, L is for Leave, I is for Inn, T is for Tangle, and M is for Morning. No beta.
R is for Return
Feeling decidedly sheepish, William Bush returned to Ferrault Inn, finding André Côtard seated in the main room by the fire. He wore elegant civilian clothes and the Hotspur's first lieutenant was certain that whatever drink was in the glass in his hand would be alcoholic, expensive, and French in origin. Squaring his shoulders, much as he would before a battle, William walked over to sit in the other chair by the fire, stretching his booted feet out towards the warmth. After several minutes of quiet, he murmured. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" André asked, his voice clipped and flat, without the warm impudence that had annoyed, frustrated, and amused him so much. "Zere is much you could be apologizing for, Mister Boosh."
Shifting uncomfortably, disappointed to hear Côtard call him by his last name, he replied in a low voice. "For leaving this morning before you woke."
"As if you're ashamed," the Frenchman murmured, his eyes on the flames of the fire.
The Englishman glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. "It wasn't shame that drove me to leave, Major."
"What was it, zen, Lieutenant?" André demanded, hazel eyes meeting pale blue.
"Fear," William answered simply, letting his honesty show in his eyes.
End