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witticasterIt's like that time that I made Jean fancy pancakes (the kind that you mix up the batter without using any Bisquick) for before an AP test or the SAT or something, except instead of really good pancakes, it's mediocre, unfinished fic that doesn't actually come to its point. :/
"Dad, you remember Eve," Martha said briskly, pulling two suitcases from the boot of her car as she spoke. "Where's Tharkay?"
"He's training Vicious." Or whatever it was one did with birds of prey. It was faintly equivalent to teaching the dog to fetch, he'd observed, but the particulars still escaped him.
Will turned to shake Eve's hand, greeting her with an easy smile. She was a pretty young woman, perhaps Granby's height, and after the last girl Martha had introduced to the family, refreshingly non-combative; he was looking forward to a holiday without shouting matches between the .
"Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Laurence," Eve said, and they headed toward the front door. "Your home looks--lovely."
"She means 'huge,'" Martha said, her eyes bright with amusement. "It's an enormous house for two old men and a dog. You should see where Dad grew up, though--this is nothing in comparison."
"Just 'Will' is fine," Will interjected, holding the door open for the two. Using his first name was far easier than explaining that he was in technicality not a "Mister" but a "Captain." "And thank you. If you want to take your things upstairs, I'll let Tharkay know you've arrived."
"All right." Martha leaned forward to peck her father on the cheek. "I'm really glad to see you. George is supposed to be coming up tomorrow, right?"
"And Temeraire on Saturday." Will gave her a kiss in return. "I'm glad to see you, too, Marthy."
-
Will found Tharkay in his mews, finishing up whatever he'd been teaching Vicious to do. With the bird perched upon his arm, Tharkay was murmuring to it in Tibetan; at Will's cough, he looked up.
"Martha and Eve are here. Are you quite finished for the moment?"
AND THEN THARKAY IS, LIKE, YES, AND HE PUTS THE BIRD AWAY IDK I'M TIRED.
-
As they came inside the house, Will could hear Martha calling for him, sounding utterly scandalized. "Dad!
"Dad, you remember Eve," Martha said briskly, pulling two suitcases from the boot of her car as she spoke. "Where's Tharkay?"
"He's training Vicious." Or whatever it was one did with birds of prey. It was faintly equivalent to teaching the dog to fetch, he'd observed, but the particulars still escaped him.
Will turned to shake Eve's hand, greeting her with an easy smile. She was a pretty young woman, perhaps Granby's height, and after the last girl Martha had introduced to the family, refreshingly non-combative; he was looking forward to a holiday without shouting matches between the .
"Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Laurence," Eve said, and they headed toward the front door. "Your home looks--lovely."
"She means 'huge,'" Martha said, her eyes bright with amusement. "It's an enormous house for two old men and a dog. You should see where Dad grew up, though--this is nothing in comparison."
"Just 'Will' is fine," Will interjected, holding the door open for the two. Using his first name was far easier than explaining that he was in technicality not a "Mister" but a "Captain." "And thank you. If you want to take your things upstairs, I'll let Tharkay know you've arrived."
"All right." Martha leaned forward to peck her father on the cheek. "I'm really glad to see you. George is supposed to be coming up tomorrow, right?"
"And Temeraire on Saturday." Will gave her a kiss in return. "I'm glad to see you, too, Marthy."
-
Will found Tharkay in his mews, finishing up whatever he'd been teaching Vicious to do. With the bird perched upon his arm, Tharkay was murmuring to it in Tibetan; at Will's cough, he looked up.
"Martha and Eve are here. Are you quite finished for the moment?"
AND THEN THARKAY IS, LIKE, YES, AND HE PUTS THE BIRD AWAY IDK I'M TIRED.
-
As they came inside the house, Will could hear Martha calling for him, sounding utterly scandalized. "Dad!
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on 2010-04-09 01:47 pm (UTC)