writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page
I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.
….is that “I came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now” but by Oscar Wilde
Hennessey has some affairs at the Hamilton manor. He hates the wretched old man that rules the place, but he’s under the Navy’s orders. He can’t refuse a call of that magnitude.
His recent pupil, James, is cleaning the bayonets. It’s way below his ranks, but the lad seems to have some discipline. Hennessey summons him, and James stands up straightening his uniform. “At ease, James.” The young man’s body tension leaves him for a moment. “I want you to keep me company while I go to clear some old favours.” He smiles nervously.
“I have to clean—” Hennessey rolls his eyes and sighs. “It’s not my obligation, but I am used to this task.”
“James, you need to see yourself as what you’re now: a Midshipman.” He bit his lower lip, he worried about the young lad. “You’ll learn a few things… now that I remember, Thomas is a bit older than you, but you’ll get along with him well.”
James pouted at that. Usually, he was a better company to old men. He was a bit of a know-it-all and book lover, not quite the company of those his own age.
Aww – thank you! I’d like to reassure you that I do not, in fact, bite, despite being intimidating. If it helps, just remember that I am ridiculously fond of glitter and would happily sit and pet dogs, cats, rats, ferrets, and just about any other furry small mammal that would let me all day long. And you are right on the money – I am in fact brunette – see?
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