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rmIt's 2am, it must be time for another announcement of new Swordspoint fic!
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TITLE: At Sea
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PAIRING: Richard/Alec
RATING: PG
NOTES: Following on from the end of The Privilege of the Sword. I thought this was going to be something longer, but it turned into such a neat little package I had to let it be. Perhaps I'll write a less grotesque moment at sea for later in their journey.
DISCLAIMER: These lovely characters belong, of course, to Ellen Kushner
Richard had never been so sick in his life. Not the time they thought he would die of fever when he was four nor the time what should have been a minor wound had festered before healing and left him shaking under a heap of blankets for days. His mother and a doctor the noble sent had taken care of him the first time; Jessamyn overfrantic the second. And had he been asked before this particular adventure, he would have said that he doubted he’d be ill at all and that Alec would make a poor nursemaid besides. He was wrong. On both counts.
“Shhhh,” Alec said and stroked his brow.
Richard supposed he had whimpered again.
“You might feel better tomorrow,” Alec offered unconvincingly.
“Maybe I’ll die,” Richard moaned in an ill-advised attempt at humour that sounded more like Alec than himself.
“Well, you can’t,” Alec said tartly, and then noticing the expression on Richard’s face, put the bucket before him again and held his head so he wouldn’t miss it.
“This is revolting,” Alec said when his friend was done, shoving the bucket away with his foot.
Richard flopped back on what passed for the bed, made a noise of agreement, and shut his eyes, a now mostly useless gesture, especially in the dim of the cabin, that didn’t really change much of anything and certainly didn't stop the damn boat or wretched ocean from moving.
“And boring.”
Even as his mouth considered twitching in vague amusement, the swordsman clenched his fists and was glad he was too weak for a much desired outburst of frustration.
“I love you,” Alec said, quietly, circumspectly, as if hoping no one would hear as he wormed his fingers into Richard’s and held tight.
Alec had never said that before, and Richard smiled.
“If the weather calms, it might no be so bad. By the time we get there, you might even decide you like being on the water.” Alec prattled on, his voice young, and Richard remembered him at nineteen, so cruel but wanting so much approval.
“Never,” he said thickly.
“I’ll fetch you water, but you must promise not to vomit it on me,” Alec said pertly and rose abruptly, although whether fleeing from confession or the stench, Richard had no idea. Regardless, he nodded and gave a whispered yes, but Alec was already well gone by the time he managed it.
http://community.livejournal.com/_riverside/8736.html
TITLE: At Sea
AUTHOR:
rmPAIRING: Richard/Alec
RATING: PG
NOTES: Following on from the end of The Privilege of the Sword. I thought this was going to be something longer, but it turned into such a neat little package I had to let it be. Perhaps I'll write a less grotesque moment at sea for later in their journey.
DISCLAIMER: These lovely characters belong, of course, to Ellen Kushner
Richard had never been so sick in his life. Not the time they thought he would die of fever when he was four nor the time what should have been a minor wound had festered before healing and left him shaking under a heap of blankets for days. His mother and a doctor the noble sent had taken care of him the first time; Jessamyn overfrantic the second. And had he been asked before this particular adventure, he would have said that he doubted he’d be ill at all and that Alec would make a poor nursemaid besides. He was wrong. On both counts.
“Shhhh,” Alec said and stroked his brow.
Richard supposed he had whimpered again.
“You might feel better tomorrow,” Alec offered unconvincingly.
“Maybe I’ll die,” Richard moaned in an ill-advised attempt at humour that sounded more like Alec than himself.
“Well, you can’t,” Alec said tartly, and then noticing the expression on Richard’s face, put the bucket before him again and held his head so he wouldn’t miss it.
“This is revolting,” Alec said when his friend was done, shoving the bucket away with his foot.
Richard flopped back on what passed for the bed, made a noise of agreement, and shut his eyes, a now mostly useless gesture, especially in the dim of the cabin, that didn’t really change much of anything and certainly didn't stop the damn boat or wretched ocean from moving.
“And boring.”
Even as his mouth considered twitching in vague amusement, the swordsman clenched his fists and was glad he was too weak for a much desired outburst of frustration.
“I love you,” Alec said, quietly, circumspectly, as if hoping no one would hear as he wormed his fingers into Richard’s and held tight.
Alec had never said that before, and Richard smiled.
“If the weather calms, it might no be so bad. By the time we get there, you might even decide you like being on the water.” Alec prattled on, his voice young, and Richard remembered him at nineteen, so cruel but wanting so much approval.
“Never,” he said thickly.
“I’ll fetch you water, but you must promise not to vomit it on me,” Alec said pertly and rose abruptly, although whether fleeing from confession or the stench, Richard had no idea. Regardless, he nodded and gave a whispered yes, but Alec was already well gone by the time he managed it.
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:47 pm (UTC)*clearly* I must actually read these books. yes.
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Date: 2006-11-08 03:12 pm (UTC)Love love love.
I was hoping just to goad more people into writing in this fandom, but that people who haven't read the canon want to tread the books now is so awesome! Thank you.
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Date: 2006-11-08 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-08 04:57 pm (UTC)It's hard to go wrong with a pirate kitty!