Drabbles: Master and Commander (G & G)
Title: Gluttony & Vanity/Pride
Pairing/Characters: Tom Pullings, William Mowett
Rating: G & G
Fandom: Master and Commander
Word Count: 100 & 100
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: William and Tom each have their vices
Notes/Warnings: Written for a challenge at mandc100. Beta by mylodon.
Gluttony
"You're going to end up like the Captain if you're not careful, Mr. Mowett," Tom Pullings cautioned his fellow lieutenant.
William Mowett glanced at his friend, his mouth full. Despite this fact, Tom clearly understood him when he asked, "What?"
"The Captain always eats too much and gets indigestion for it," Tom explained, removing the fruit in William's hand. "Do you want indigestion?"
William shook his head, having swallowed his mouthful. "No, but it tastes so good, Tom. I can't resist."
"Please try, William. For me?" It was his eyes that won this battle for him.
"I'll try."
End
Vanity/Pride
"You're as bad as a peacock, Tom," William Mowett commented dryly as he watched his fellow lieutenant twitch at the lapels of his coat.
Tom Pullings blinked and turned to his friend. "I beg your pardon, William?"
"You've been preening in front of the glass for at least fifteen minutes," William pointed out, hiding a smile.
The first lieutenant lifted his chin, deliberately turning away from his friend. "I do not preen."
William raised an eyebrow, aware that Tom was only feigning indignation. "Right, of course you don't. My most profound apologies, Sir."
"Apology accepted."
"Thank you, Sir."
End
Pairing/Characters: Tom Pullings, William Mowett
Rating: G & G
Fandom: Master and Commander
Word Count: 100 & 100
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: William and Tom each have their vices
Notes/Warnings: Written for a challenge at mandc100. Beta by mylodon.
Gluttony
"You're going to end up like the Captain if you're not careful, Mr. Mowett," Tom Pullings cautioned his fellow lieutenant.
William Mowett glanced at his friend, his mouth full. Despite this fact, Tom clearly understood him when he asked, "What?"
"The Captain always eats too much and gets indigestion for it," Tom explained, removing the fruit in William's hand. "Do you want indigestion?"
William shook his head, having swallowed his mouthful. "No, but it tastes so good, Tom. I can't resist."
"Please try, William. For me?" It was his eyes that won this battle for him.
"I'll try."
End
Vanity/Pride
"You're as bad as a peacock, Tom," William Mowett commented dryly as he watched his fellow lieutenant twitch at the lapels of his coat.
Tom Pullings blinked and turned to his friend. "I beg your pardon, William?"
"You've been preening in front of the glass for at least fifteen minutes," William pointed out, hiding a smile.
The first lieutenant lifted his chin, deliberately turning away from his friend. "I do not preen."
William raised an eyebrow, aware that Tom was only feigning indignation. "Right, of course you don't. My most profound apologies, Sir."
"Apology accepted."
"Thank you, Sir."
End