forever homeless and complaining about it

[sharpe]

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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[osgiliath]

[ 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.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

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

[sharpe]

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

[sharpe]

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

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

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

[osgiliath]

Many have been here for far longer.

[sharpe]

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

[sharpe]

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

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

The fun's in the guessing.

[winterswife]

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. ]

[sharpe]

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

[sharpe]

[ 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.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

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

[winterswife]

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.

[sharpe]

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?

[sharpe]

[ 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. ]

[osgiliath]

Perhaps your mundane is merely testing your patience?

[winterswife]

[ 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.

[sharpe]

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.

[sharpe]

[ 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.

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

I'm from Leeds, I'll have you know.

[And he's folding his arms.]

Brains win out brawn nowadays.

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

[sharpe]

[ Headtilts. ]

Wassat got ta do wi' anythin' I jest said?

[winterswife]

[ 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.

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

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

You think you're the bee's bollocks just because you've got a bit of muscle, can fire a gun, and have sideburns. Women don't go for that any more. They like the intellectual type.

[osgiliath]

Which option is more favorable to you?