Archie Kennedy (
betteralready) wrote2017-08-18 08:28 pm
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when danger approaches, sing to it } stowaway 'verse
He hates this ship.
He hates that he hates this ship-- Hates that yet another hope has been dashed by the Navy and its apparent tendency towards letting terrible men into power over good ones. Hates that he could've had a chance for a step up, but instead finds himself back almost at the beginning again.
Only almost, though. He's older, now; better able to handle the hurts that this kind of atmosphere settles into one's soul. Better able to look after the young men in his care.
Still, he hates most of all that it's not as easy for him and Horatio to carry this burden together.
It means he's almost grateful, when Horatio seeks him out with that pinched look on his face that means something especially is worrying him. Archie hopes it's not about Mr. Wellard-- fears that it is.
Follows after his friend with, at least, some of the same easy settling that they're used to.
The moment they're alone, though, he can't help the way his attention focuses on Horatio (and not, for better or worse, anyone else that may be in the room.)
"What is it, 'ratio?"
Or, more likely, who is it that was having the trouble?
He hates that he hates this ship-- Hates that yet another hope has been dashed by the Navy and its apparent tendency towards letting terrible men into power over good ones. Hates that he could've had a chance for a step up, but instead finds himself back almost at the beginning again.
Only almost, though. He's older, now; better able to handle the hurts that this kind of atmosphere settles into one's soul. Better able to look after the young men in his care.
Still, he hates most of all that it's not as easy for him and Horatio to carry this burden together.
It means he's almost grateful, when Horatio seeks him out with that pinched look on his face that means something especially is worrying him. Archie hopes it's not about Mr. Wellard-- fears that it is.
Follows after his friend with, at least, some of the same easy settling that they're used to.
The moment they're alone, though, he can't help the way his attention focuses on Horatio (and not, for better or worse, anyone else that may be in the room.)
"What is it, 'ratio?"
Or, more likely, who is it that was having the trouble?