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greenjacketed) wrote2013-03-03 08:30 am
greenjacketed) wrote2013-03-03 08:30 am
SHARPE'S MEAL ⚔ WRITTEN | ACTION
[ after the public relations disaster of his last broadcast, sharpe has since kept his journal under a sort of imprisonment: tied shut with leather straps and stuffed in a cloth sack, that sack being knotted as well. but today he gingerly picks it from its incarceration and flicks through its pages until he settles upon one he likes. and then sharpe picks up his pencil.
he writes three messages. as ever, his handwriting is scrawlish, ill-practised, and riddled with errors. none are filtered, although only the first is intended for community consumption:]
LUCETI -- I need to speak with someone who can cook ades--deecdecent meal. [ ugh this is borderline humiliating someone shoot him and put him out of his misery. ] Frogs need not apply, beecuz I don't want the lot to taste like cheese and garlik.
KATNISS -- I'm coming by before 12. We have our wager to settle.
MISS FAITH LONG -- might a man call on you this afternoon?
-- R. SHARPE
[ OTHERWISE the man can be found staring disconsolately at grocery items. some of these things have never before been seen by eyes such as his. in fact, some of these things look barely edible. sharpe's been in luceti for a year, but he just about never goes to the grocery shop -- not when he has katniss looking after him with her stew. not when he can still shoot his own game. but today brings his boots squarely inside this devil's shop. as he browses, he mutters: ] Bloody hell...
[ LATER, sharpe has taken up a sentry position at the bar in good spirits. he's drinking watered down brandy because he can't afford to get drunk tonight. he's on the lookout for a certain fire-haired giant of a man. ganondorf. for it occurs to sharpe that he doesn't know where he lives, only that he's often seen at the bar. so he waits. ]
he writes three messages. as ever, his handwriting is scrawlish, ill-practised, and riddled with errors. none are filtered, although only the first is intended for community consumption:]
LUCETI -- I need to speak with someone who can cook a
KATNISS -- I'm coming by before 12. We have our wager to settle.
MISS FAITH LONG -- might a man call on you this afternoon?
-- R. SHARPE
[ OTHERWISE the man can be found staring disconsolately at grocery items. some of these things have never before been seen by eyes such as his. in fact, some of these things look barely edible. sharpe's been in luceti for a year, but he just about never goes to the grocery shop -- not when he has katniss looking after him with her stew. not when he can still shoot his own game. but today brings his boots squarely inside this devil's shop. as he browses, he mutters: ] Bloody hell...
[ LATER, sharpe has taken up a sentry position at the bar in good spirits. he's drinking watered down brandy because he can't afford to get drunk tonight. he's on the lookout for a certain fire-haired giant of a man. ganondorf. for it occurs to sharpe that he doesn't know where he lives, only that he's often seen at the bar. so he waits. ]
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Not used to it at all.]
Oh.
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You don't have to do any of this.
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sharpe breathes deep. ] I don't hafta. But I want to, lass. Besides, I've another woman to invite and if she has half a brain in her pretty little head? She won't come if you're not also in attendance. It's only proper, you see?
So by letting me do this for you, you're as good as doing something for me. It's still fair. It's still even.
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But the idea of a trade isn't. Fair is fair. That's something that puts her at ease. And even crack a slight smile.]
Okay.
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It's Faith. The lass with the brother in the navy. [ and suddenly, he feels desperate for katniss to approve of the gentle-mannered admiral's daughter. another thing to worry about. ]
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It's about a girl. And...]
How did you do it? How did you get over Grace?
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Not sure I ever did. Not sure you ever do. But threw myself into being a soldier. And I met someone else, Katniss. She'd only just lost her husband; we had plenty in common. [ but then he'd left astrid behind in copenhagan and...
his mouth is a line. ] And then I met someone else after that. And someone else again. I didn't love'em all the same, but I at least loved'em some.
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It's why Katniss likes spending time about Richard. There's no pressure to be open or friendly. It's relaxed, much like her friendship with Madge had once been.
She nods slowly, thinking.] But you knew it'd hurt if you lost them. Why would you want that?
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I buried Grace years ago. I won't forget her, aye. And I won't forget that pain. Won't forget the pain of losing any of'em. But no matter how much it hurts when they pass on or if they leave a man or betray him, it doesn't compare to how good it feels to be with them.
[ then, not wanting katniss to think he only meant it sexually: ] They made me happy. Each one. Only, before Grace, I'm not sure I'd ever loved anyone quite that way. There were women, of course. And some I'd ask to marry me and some who'd leave when a better man came along. But it never hurt so bad. It never felt so good, neither.
I have Grace to thank for teaching me, y'see, that love's a beautiful and worthwhile thing. I can't imagine she'd want me lonely in her wake. Her nor Teresa neither.
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Love, sex, all of it. Emotions. She hates them sometimes.
Katniss looks down when Richard finishes talking, thinking on everything he's just said.]
I'd want Peeta to move on. I want him to be happy.
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Like what?
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She's not sure that exists.]
I don't know.