dear_mun | forever homeless and complaining about it

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forever homeless and complaining about it

Been six months, eh, lass? Six months and you ain't done a thing. I've got a war ta go back ta, lass, and a wife. [ The briefest scowl at that. ]

So you either make up yer mind 'bout things and send me somewhere that I can use me gun, o'else ya let me go back ta Spain. I ain't done killin' Frogs yet.

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[ boromir's face, yet it is easy to discern that he is not his brother. this place certainly has a fondness for people who share his features. ]

Many will consider you fortunate if you will be able to make your mun do what you so desire.

Edited 2012-07-17 08:03 (UTC)

Think I don't know that? Been stuck 'ere fer six months.

Many have been here for far longer.

Yeah, so? Don't make this any less borin'.

Perhaps your mundane is merely testing your patience?

Oh, I've got plenty o' patience. Ya got ta 'ave patience if ya a Chosen Man, fer most o' yer job's jest waitin' there fer bastards ta walk inta yer bullets. That ain't me problem.

Me problem's that she's fuckin' indecisive.

Which option is more favorable to you?

'ome, o' cause. I've got a wife ta take care o' and Frog bastards ta shoot.

Edited 2012-07-17 09:30 (UTC)

I do not fault you for choosing it. Often our homes offer comfort found nowhere else.

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It really amuses me that people keep trying to persuade these mundanes. It's all pointless.

Why don'tcha jest grab a pistol and shot yerself in the 'ead if it's all so pointless?

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Sorry, but I'm not the 'no-one-loves-me-gonna-kill-myself' type.

So you goin' ta tell me what type ya are?

The fun's in the guessing.

Yer face ain't interestin' enough fer the effort.

Says the man with the bad accent and the clones everywhere.

[ Snorts. ]

Londoner 'ave no place ta talk. [ Beat. ] 'sides, it ain't me fault yer face ain't handsome enough fer people ta like.

[ ... He has no shame, no. ]

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MY GOD HIS ACCENT. tell me if i'm overdoing it.

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It's fine. I'm not too up on his canon, so. :P

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... you watch it???? also i meant overdoing it as in- 'wtf is he saying???'

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rarely. And I'm British. I can read stuff like this.

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perfect. i love his stupid accent

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It is not so easy to persuade these mundanes, ser, if at all.
[ says the slender girl with large, sad dark eyes and all dark hair. ]

[ He would have said: You're the third person to tell me that, you think I don't know what by now? But she's a girl, and he bites his tongue. And shrugs instead. ]

Yeah. I got that by now.

You should instead, return to your lady wife.
[ funny how she speaks a little more boldly now, a light flickering in the dark eyes. there's a faded gash near her temple and her voice is soft. ]
It is a heavy thing to wait for their lord's return.

I ain't no lord, lass. [ A little dryly, his gun on his shoulder. ] Jest a soldier bastard, born and bred.

[ He cocks his head slightly. ]

Ya waitin' fer someone?

[ yes, jeyne westerling waits for someone who will never come back to her. there's a flicker in her eyes as she says quietly, voice faint, for enough tears have been shed: ]

I waited, yes. Though he will not come again, no, he will not return to me.

[ He snorts, then reaches out and grabs her by the chin, tilting her head up so that she's looking at him. ]

Any man that leaves a pretty girl like ya ain't worth waitin' fer anyway. You'll find a better one.

[ jeyne flinches, staring at him with something like defiance in her eyes for a brief moment. the same look she gave her mother when she reached for her crown. her voice is slow]

No. He was good, and kind. He did what he felt was right even though it cost him dearly.
[ her voice is strained ]
He was precious to me. I did not know they would hurt him.

[ See, Sharpe's a hero. He doesn't think himself as one, doesn't even like dong so, but he has the disposition of one. And a girl like Jeyne, half-broken but still defiant, with tears permanently staining her eyes- it makes him want to protect her, makes sure that she can't be harmed.

It's what gets him into trouble with Jane, in the end. Even with Teresa, because only after he has seen the cracks in her heart that he knows he loves him rather than only wanting her.

Sharpe sighs, and strokes her cheek gently with the back of his hand before letting it drop to his side. ]

Men 'urt each other all the time. Especially if it's fer 'onour. [ He knows something about that. The Marquesa. A noose nearly around his neck, if not for Wellesley's cunning and belief. ]

Ain't yer fault, lass.