Finally doing this!

[aestivali]

Tell me about a story I haven't written haven't started writing, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

Fandoms and shipsHorrible Histories

Comments

[aestivali]

As the preparations for the joust begin, Shakespeare watches Richard galloping about on his horse (skilled, fearless, in complete control) and thinks, this is poetry - epic, stirring poetry, in which the hero, in his gleaming armour, gives a rousing speech to his troops and then valiantly leads them to victory.

And yet he knows that is not what he wrote about his Richard.

At times like this he hates himself for that.

[aestivali]

"Mat, you can't open any of your presents until tomorrow," sighs Jim, seeing that his boyfriend's gaze has drifted to the pile under the tree.

"Can't I even unwrap one of them?" asks Mat, mock-innocent as he slides his hands under Jim's shirt, starting to draw it up.

"Well, maybe just one," agrees Jim, pulling him down for a kiss.

[aestivali]

During a voyage, it is not often they can be away from the men, not often their knowledge or their opinions or even just their presence is not required by somebody.

And so they live on those stolen moments when - in a quiet part of a deck, in a dark corner by a stairwell, or even at night in the cabin - they can speak without watching their words, can look without softening their gaze, can touch without moderating their desire.

But there are also moments when, surrounded by the crew, they are able to know what the other is thinking before they speak, or rely on one another in a tight spot, or simply look at each other and share a smile, and those are stolen too - right from under everyone's noses.

[twizzle_eeyore]

Caesar/Cleopatra, gold

[twizzle_eeyore]

Chris/Tim, book shop

[aestivali]

(Pre-series, so not that shippy? :3 Sorry~)

"Chris, we are not going to stage a political protest in a book shop," sighs Tim as he's dragged through the doorway, the little bell tinkling above them.

Chris ignores him in favour of marching up to the till and declaring, "You left me a message to say my order was in."

"Ah, yes, Mr Goddard," wheezes the tiny old shopkeeper, and after a brief search he heaves onto the counter a weighty tome with a title that Tim can barely understand - and Tim starts to think there may be more to Chris than he first suspected.

[twizzle_eeyore]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3333333333