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Fic: Green [double drabble]
Title: Green
Author: Alex
Pairing/Character(s): Sharpe, OMC.
Rating: R
Warning: Implications of underaged sex.
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sharpe_thinking prompt table, prompt #9
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Dick stood half-hidden in the shadows of the sagging brick and stone of Pinfold Lane, keeping an eye on the toff who wobbled back and forth, waving a coin in his hand and grinning like a right idiot. Fellows were all the same in their cups, when you got right down to it.
“Here now, lad." The toff reached out, groping unsuccessfully after Dick’s wrist. “How old are you, boy?”
“None of your bloody business,” Dick snapped, deftly evading the questing paw. “How old are you?”
“Old enough to be your father, I’ll warrant.” The man’s voice grew more urgent. “Come here and let me have a look at you. Come on, don’t be shy. No point in being shy, lad.”
Dick stepped out of the filth-slicked alleyway and allowed the man to maneuver him beneath the street lamp. He squinted at the man’s satin waistcoat, lavishly embroidered with silver, and wrinkled his nose at the odors of snuff and stale perfume. “I ain’t lettin’ yer put it up me, so don’t even ask.”
“That’s not what I want.” The man stared at Dick, swaying. “What pretty green eyes. Lovely...mouth.”
Sighing, Dick led the toff back down the alleyway.
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My table is here
Author: Alex
Pairing/Character(s): Sharpe, OMC.
Rating: R
Warning: Implications of underaged sex.
Written for the
sharpe_thinking prompt table, prompt #9*
Dick stood half-hidden in the shadows of the sagging brick and stone of Pinfold Lane, keeping an eye on the toff who wobbled back and forth, waving a coin in his hand and grinning like a right idiot. Fellows were all the same in their cups, when you got right down to it.
“Here now, lad." The toff reached out, groping unsuccessfully after Dick’s wrist. “How old are you, boy?”
“None of your bloody business,” Dick snapped, deftly evading the questing paw. “How old are you?”
“Old enough to be your father, I’ll warrant.” The man’s voice grew more urgent. “Come here and let me have a look at you. Come on, don’t be shy. No point in being shy, lad.”
Dick stepped out of the filth-slicked alleyway and allowed the man to maneuver him beneath the street lamp. He squinted at the man’s satin waistcoat, lavishly embroidered with silver, and wrinkled his nose at the odors of snuff and stale perfume. “I ain’t lettin’ yer put it up me, so don’t even ask.”
“That’s not what I want.” The man stared at Dick, swaying. “What pretty green eyes. Lovely...mouth.”
Sighing, Dick led the toff back down the alleyway.
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My table is here
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i love this. i love his defiance, his resignation, and the sad feeling that acceptance long ago washed away any hesitation.
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Hogarth's world
A world of depravity and poverty sketched with such a few sentences. One can feel and smell the dirt and despair. Excellent.
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