Tag: penflicks

Miranda, frustrated, sausages. For the WIP thing

Miranda: 

He takes a brief moment to thank whatever God has made them both that he has provided such infinite means of satisfying their urges, then recalls that such a prayer is probably sacrilegious at the very least, which reminds him of something he had meant to tell James – something he had thought on, in the interminable years without him, that his lover and Miranda would have – appreciated –

Frustrated:

Frustrated doesn’t appear but frustration does, so here you have it!

His lover’s skin gleams with sweat- his chest is heaving, his eyes are screwed shut, and then they flutter open, and he looks up at Thomas, frustration flickering over his face.

Sausages does not make an appearance, but oddly enough another breakfast food that’s related does, so I’m stretching the definition a bit:

“I don’t know about you,” James says, leaning closer and speaking quietly, “but I intend to go and see if the cook can’t be prevailed upon to liberate a few eggs and slice some ham since they saw fit to butcher three pigs not long ago. I’d imagine they’ll need the room in their stores. Care to join me?”

She looks to Vane, who shrugs and gestures with the knife he had offered to use, and Hennessey, beside him, simply smiles, offering no comment. Miranda does not seem to need one – she has long since discovered that her father-in-law has a wicked sense of humor.

What I like about my version of Hennessey is that he’s got a sense of humor and it’s very much based around the fact that he’s not a noble. He’s not Lord so and so, he’s not the younger son of Lord So and So – he’s a former pig farmer who made good, and it shows here, because he knows perfectly well how to catch that chicken. The chicken knows it. Gates knows it if he thinks on it a moment. James most definitely knows it, and is wondering what exactly it would take to get Hennessey to bestir himself to catch the chicken. And meanwhile, there sits Hennessey, munching an apple and enjoying himself, and Miranda knows him perhaps best of all of them save Gates, because she knows what he’s about and is just glad to have a parental figure who has that sense of humor that’s not malicious, just mischievous at times.

“Toulouse!” Thomas scolds. “You are a chicken. That is a tree. How on earth do you expect to lay eggs there?” sorry it’s so late but please do the commentary for this line which I think is perhaps my favourite.

Happy to do this one!

So – Thomas is not a farmer. At all. He’s probably never held a chicken, or dealt with collecting eggs, or gotten pecked at all trying to collect the said eggs (and I must confess that I have not either. I am a town-dweller and the nearest chickens lived down the road when I was a kid. Now the nearest ones live across a field and we are unfortunately not acquainted. I miss the days when they had a rooster – I used to hear him crow in the mornings and it somehow made getting up seem less unreasonable bc hey – the rooster’s up, clearly day has arrived). As far as Thomas is concerned, chickens have one goal, and that is to furnish his breakfast table with eggs. Toulouse the chicken, on the other hand, apparently likes trees like most chickens do, and poor Thomas has not grasped the idea that chickens are, in fact, birds and therefore food motivated. Poor Thomas – he’s got one idea of how to chicken and Toulouse just isn’t interested in his ideas!

‘miss’, ‘kisses’, ‘rose’

1. Miss – 

None of these count technically but I’m using the find function. 

Not bloody likely, Charles thinks, dismissing it. If Teach shot him in that side and still couldn’t kill him, then Charles had best bet that there’s no weakness to be exploited there.

He does not retreat – merely asks a question in the quiet, resolute tone James has missed so much and heard only the night that Thomas vowed to make Silver pay for landing James here.

The words stop Vane in his tracks – he stares, plainly surprised at the admission.

Unfortunately, Kisses and Rose don’t appear in my current WIP – maybe the next one!

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