eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,

Fornication and Bears

Fornication and Bears

Author Eglantine_br

Rating G

Word Count 325

Fornication and Bears

He lifted his chin and felt his shoulders and feet settle into Attention. He took a deep breath and let it rest inside a moment. The new shirt crackled against his skin. He had bought it only yesterday. They were always so stiff at first, why did the shirt makers do that?

The man was speaking now. No time to wonder about shirts. He had not thought it would feel like this, so peculiar. His poor brain skittering around, unable to think. He had thought it would feel something like his examination for lieutenant. It felt more like a boarding action.

He could see Hornblower and Kennedy, at the edge of his vision, blue and gold, hats in their laps. They were shoulder to shoulder, and he could see how, shielded from sight their hands were clasped. They shone in blue and gold. He supposed he shone the same. He did not feel shiny.

Kennedy was staring into the distance, his face closed, but Hornblower saw him looking and smiled.

The man was still speaking. He was not very good. No deck voice at all. He did his best though, went on and on about honor and sobriety and fornication. Something too, about brute beasts. Christopher had always imagined those as bears. It did not seem the sort of thing at all to bring up in front of women.

And there were women here. Lady Pellew and Mrs Bracey. They were smiling at him now, untroubled forever by fornication or bears.

He looked at Sephronia now. She was real, the only solid thing in the swirling atmosphere. And she shone.

The man had reached the part where he required an answer.

“-- so long as ye both shall live?”

“Aye- aye” Christopher said. His voice was firm, so that was good. But that was not quite right. More was required.

“Will.” He added.

Tags: cleveland, fiction, miss cathcart

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