Comments | abidinglaw: [action/accidental voice] and foward bends his head

abidinglaw

[action/accidental voice] and foward bends his head

Aug 05, 2011 13:57

[It is a lovely day and Admiral Norrington is sat out on the steps to his apartment building as befits such weather, bent forward as though scrutinizing his own knees. Laid out across his lap is his uniform's coat, ripped during the battle dome debacle. Why has he come outside? The daylight will help his eye to guide the needle. His fingers, ( Read more... )

idle hands, eftsoons, stabbings

Comments 225

[voice] poorneedyand August 6 2011, 00:52:35 UTC

[Oh, it's the use of "dash it all." Just reminiscent enough of Jules to make her want to reply.]

Having some trouble there?

[voice] abidinglaw August 6 2011, 14:36:42 UTC

Another? Had I not sufficiently silenced this wretched machine?

[But he cannot very well close it on her now.]

Damnation!

[action] seventeensir August 8 2011, 19:03:37 UTC

[Horatio Hornblower has taken to wandering Luceti, further familiarizing himself with the town.

The man on the apartment steps catches his eye... as does his task. And his apparent frustration with it.

Some slight distance away, he clears his throat, standing at attention. A captain, proud of his station but aware he is outranked. A mix of authority and deference.]

Pardon me, sir.

[action] abidinglaw August 11 2011, 01:25:13 UTC

[That man. Hornblower - from the card game and from Dawn Summers' party.]

Very well. I grant you your pardon.

[action] seventeensir August 11 2011, 18:47:39 UTC

[Horatio made a small sound, almost like clearing his throat.]

Ha--h'm.

[He nodded politely again and gestured to the torn uniform.]

Would you like some help, sir? I have a decent hand with a needle and thread, sir.

[action] abidinglaw August 16 2011, 13:28:39 UTC

[Truly he is not used to this level of respect -- not in this place. It warms him, calms him, but he is not too trusting. This man consorts with Archie Kennedy, and the admiral has not been so blind that he has not witnessed the fondness that they have displayed for each-other in the past. Surely it would not be above Kennedy to exact some manner of ill-conceived revenge upon Norrington through this man. It is for this very reason that he accepts.]

I apologize for the imposition, but I find that my fingers lack their accustomed dexterity.

[It is his undershirt that he offers, plain and pristine white. He has begun the job of mending it, but he has made slow progress. For a skilled hand it would be a simple matter. Compared to what his coat had suffered, the damage here is minimal.]

Thread 13

[action] noprevaricating August 8 2011, 19:40:09 UTC

Allow me, sir.

[Archie is standing in front of the admiral and holding his hand out for the garment, having seen the man looking so pathetic from a distance.]

[action] abidinglaw August 11 2011, 01:23:03 UTC

[And wouldn't Kennedy be among those to see him in this humiliating state. His fingers are all band-aided by now. The reason why must be all too obvious.]

You. You can sew? Or do you seek to ..

[And then, after a moment,]

Sir?

[action] noprevaricating August 11 2011, 01:24:33 UTC

[He'll just offer to take the offending garment off his hands wordlessly, holding out his hands.

He can't believe he's doing this.]

[action] abidinglaw August 11 2011, 01:33:14 UTC

[The coat had been taken to be seen to by a seamstress friend of Buffy's, but Norrington had kept his undershirt to mend himself. It should have been a simple matter. It should be even now.

Allowing Kennedy to take it should be simple, too. If he was honest with himself then the admiral would acknowledge the fact that even if the boy were to stitch "kick me" into its back in glaring red silk he could easily fetch another from the square.

Yet he does not relinquish it.]

Thread 9