dear_mun | Entries tagged with canon: sharpe

Ma'am. M'lady. Miss Mundane. Or whatever it is you wish to be called. [ a pregant pause as he reins in his temper. ]

I don't much bloody care for Christmas. You know it and I know it. And if you're dead set on having me attend any of their festivities, soon everyone else will know it too. Bloody inconvenient, that.

...And don't you try and tell me it makes a difference that the party's come so early. Christ, woman. That's just as bad -- if not worse. A whole month of this shite? Send me off on one of those missions, instead. I'd prefer marching orders to dancing ones -- bugger it, but you bloody well know I can't dance. I'm better off skewering them enemy bastards than I am dancing and wearing...

[ aha. inspiration sparks in his eyes! he's got a bargaining chip. ] Alright, ma'am. Here are my terms if I must attend: no dancing and no dress uniforms. I'll stick with what I have, thank you. This jacket were good enough for Portugal and Spain. So it'll bloody well be good enough for Luceti.

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.

forashilling

Lass. Lass, listen ta me. No, quiet, quiet, listen t'me. No, you ain't no 'ma'am'. Sweet-faced lass like you, you ain't any older than Perkins, so ya sit down and listen ta me like good, sweet Perkins did.

Now I ain't goin' anywhere without m'Captain, ya 'ear? No matter what you say or do, I ain't going anywhere if Captain Sharpe ain't comin'. I ain't 'bout ta care what high-falutin' position he's in when I see 'im, except that he ain't allowed to get higher without me by his side. I ain't leaving my perch, lass, no matter what you say or do. You find me my Captain, then we talk.

[ He sighs, muttering. ]

Some lass young enough ta be my daughter tryin' ta order me about, and wit' my Captain missing. God save Ireland.

greenjacketed

My lady,

Beg pardon, but I do not see the point in canvasing this spot for any of my men. [ or women, lest he ever let himself dream of seeing teresa again. ] Not a one of them would like life in that village -- nor like the wings neither. Not even Harris. And as it is my duty as Major to look after their interests, I must insist. Don't try and tempt a single rifleman to Luceti. Especially not...

[ a taut, brassy silence. it's finally broken when sharpe's formal tone erodes and he argues more casually: ] Look, you. I'm doing bloody well fine without Harper. I don't need him or anyone else to brew my tea. And no, I don't need him to make certain I don't muck things up with with Miss Carpenter. I'm perfectly capable of wooing a woman without my Sergeant Major in attendance. I'm not tied to Pat's apron-strings.

[ wait -- did he just say wooing? blast it. blast it all to hell. ]

...Give it a rest, ma'am.

-- Major Richard Sharpe

Dear Mun . . .

I think we have issues.

Entries tagged with canon: sharpe

on him bloody well attending a christmas ball @ luceti

forever homeless and complaining about it

... maybe looking, probably not.

@ luceti ; as if he'd ever get castmates lol

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