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[disbanderofarmies]

I'm back in England, and have filed for divorce.

How are you, my angel?

[overbarreled]

First off, welcome home. Everyone missed you terribly.

Second, is "congratulations" right?

Third, well enough. We'll be ashore again soon, and then probably quite well.

[disbanderofarmies]

It must have been truly miserable because Horatio even admitted to it.

Congratulations works.

Does quite well mean you've made plans with Cor?

[overbarreled]

To be fair, he's had a lot on his shoulders lately.

Very very congratulations, then.

It means we'll be coming to see you.

[disbanderofarmies]

Anything I should know about?

Thank you, sweetheart.

You really don't have to come if you had other plans, though I will of course be very excited to see you both again.

tfln @ aeshma

[overbarreled]

{from here}


Of course I do. Even in this state, I know what's what.

St Ash it is, then.

[aeshma]

Feels like there's a story behind that. Maybe when your hangover fades you can tell me about it.

This is going to keep me amused for weeks.

[overbarreled]

I'll need bribing with post-sobriety coffee for that.

I live to serve.

[aeshma]

I'll happily bribe with all the coffee necessary. I'm never one to turn away from a good story.

[overbarreled]

The flagrant self-interest is definitely undercutting the sainthood.

tfln @ cryoforce

[overbarreled]

{from here}


[Henry, for his own part, is perfectly contented to have remained on the floor, watching the ceiling. The door is locked, but his apartment key has always been hidden in the bottom of his mailbox.]

[cryoforce]

[Before taking a more destructive approach, he checked the frame and under the rug. He found a key and unlocked the door. Then he peeked into the apartment.]

Hello?

[overbarreled]

Hullo!

[Henry's voice is actually quite clear and crisp, but--as with drink--the full thickness of his Kentish accent is out in force. One hand lifts a bit slowly to wave in the general direction of the door.]

Still got all my thumbs.

[cryoforce]

That's good. [He mused and found his way to where Henry was lying.] Actually. Why would you risk lose them? [He asked as he sat down opposite him]

[overbarreled]

[That pulls a rather dramatic sigh briefly to Henry's lips, head rolling from side to side on the floor.]

You just seemed to worried something horrible would happen while I was lying here. Thought you'd like t' be reassured.

tfln @ bornstrong

[overbarreled]

{from here}


I don't know about that. I meant more that I don't think it'd do me much good to trade lives with someone else on my ship or one of my brothers or something. Don't learn as much until you get further removed, innit.

We could always try to fake it for a bit.

[bornstrong]

Yes, I'd want to be far away from my family, at least. Especially my father.

Fake it? As in, lie about ourselves?

[overbarreled]

Harsh way to put it, but yeah. Roman Holiday it for a bit.

[bornstrong]

I'm a bad liar. I wouldn't last long.

[overbarreled]

You'd really just have to be yourself.

[happyplague]

1. I miss you.

2. You have the best smile.

3. I have gossip.

[overbarreled]

I miss you terribly.

And I reserve the right to debate about best smiles until after you tell me your gossip.

[happyplague]

My youngest niece has informed me that she intends to marry you, I told her to get in line.

I saw Cdr. Hornblower dance with Lysi and it was adorable.

[overbarreled]

I'm telling you, Cor, she's going to be a danger to society when she's old enough to direct her own charm properly.

How and also where?

floppy sea bab au

[overbarreled]

He isn't supposed to go this far in. He knows that.

Henry (at least, that's what the fishermen call him, chuckling as they swat him away from their nets or cooing toward the low rocks he likes to dodge among; and he can't exactly insist they call him what his mother named him, particularly if he's not supposed to go much farther in) isn't too young to shed. He has, on storm-tinged nights when the beaches had been abandoned, stumbling slightly on uncertain legs with his brothers. But he's still too young, he's been scolded, to slip in past the nets and pots and lines during the day by himself.

It's just that it would be far too nice a day to enjoy wallowing in the shallows. It would be far too comfortable to stretch out properly where a simple roll could move him from warm sand to cool water--rather than having to scramble up onto rocks and flop gracelessly back down into the waves.

To his credit, he is slinking. His head bobs up now and then to the surface, scanning along the shoreline for the quietest spot. There's a good boulder to ditch his skin under. There's a fairly flat stretch to sprawl out on by the tide pool.

Henry is fairly certain that, even if he isn't supposed to go in this far alone, he'll find a way to manage.