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Apr. 6th, 2004 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastes1500 words of Transgresssions in two days.
I know its not a billion - but i should be able to write some more, i've suddenly realised that I havent had a sex scene for two chapters and that Simply Won't Do. Trouble is, that it's the morning of the battle of naseby and its not exactly conducive to sex. (although i know me, if i was about to die, i'd probably be making the rounds of the tents. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enolabloodygay is adding commentary at this point saying "she'd be making the rounds of the tents whether she was going to die or just camping")
I realise now that I need to add another chapter in between 15 and 16 ( 15½?) to explain how the Fuck Jonathan got into the army as well and perhaps we can have a jolly sex scene in there somewhere. perhaps he can shag his straight brother - or rape his brother. that'd be fun. he has a lot of resentment bubbling through him for Adam, and the books is called Transgressions, after all. Just a laugh-a-thon really. I should enter it for the funniest book of the month or something.
Anyway,
To David though, it was just another battle. Just another day to try and stay alive. To stand and fire into the face of the enemy and then to kill before they could kill you. Each battle and skirmish was different in lots of ways, but the same in that. Even the faces of the men that you skewered, shot to pieces, even they started to look the same, after a while.
Hal stood up, spoke about going to check his horse and touched David's head but David shook him off, not willing to be appeased yet and wanting to hurt Hal, but knowing in his heart that he had no effect on the man's feelings, if indeed he had any. He suddenly realised that this was the first time he had allowed an argument to fester into the morning of possible death, but frankly he didn't care. He was tired of Hal and his profligacy, and with a bitter taste in his mouth for the memory of his sweet blacksmith, it hurt his heart to think that, with his carelessness, he had made Jonathan feel any of the emotions he had had over the last year.
As the sun crept up, burning off the last of the haze, he stood, seeing his Sergeant at the end of the line, waking men who were not yet already out and preparing, as he turned to fetch his gear two arms encircled him.
"I told you to get off, Hal." David's voice was almost a growl, his temper close to the surface. "If Winter sees us he'll have us both flogged this time."
"What? Hal and you? I can hardly believe it!" David spun round, the blood in his face draining away at the familiar voice.
I know its not a billion - but i should be able to write some more, i've suddenly realised that I havent had a sex scene for two chapters and that Simply Won't Do. Trouble is, that it's the morning of the battle of naseby and its not exactly conducive to sex. (although i know me, if i was about to die, i'd probably be making the rounds of the tents. (
enolabloodygay is adding commentary at this point saying "she'd be making the rounds of the tents whether she was going to die or just camping")I realise now that I need to add another chapter in between 15 and 16 ( 15½?) to explain how the Fuck Jonathan got into the army as well and perhaps we can have a jolly sex scene in there somewhere. perhaps he can shag his straight brother - or rape his brother. that'd be fun. he has a lot of resentment bubbling through him for Adam, and the books is called Transgressions, after all. Just a laugh-a-thon really. I should enter it for the funniest book of the month or something.
Anyway,
To David though, it was just another battle. Just another day to try and stay alive. To stand and fire into the face of the enemy and then to kill before they could kill you. Each battle and skirmish was different in lots of ways, but the same in that. Even the faces of the men that you skewered, shot to pieces, even they started to look the same, after a while.
Hal stood up, spoke about going to check his horse and touched David's head but David shook him off, not willing to be appeased yet and wanting to hurt Hal, but knowing in his heart that he had no effect on the man's feelings, if indeed he had any. He suddenly realised that this was the first time he had allowed an argument to fester into the morning of possible death, but frankly he didn't care. He was tired of Hal and his profligacy, and with a bitter taste in his mouth for the memory of his sweet blacksmith, it hurt his heart to think that, with his carelessness, he had made Jonathan feel any of the emotions he had had over the last year.
As the sun crept up, burning off the last of the haze, he stood, seeing his Sergeant at the end of the line, waking men who were not yet already out and preparing, as he turned to fetch his gear two arms encircled him.
"I told you to get off, Hal." David's voice was almost a growl, his temper close to the surface. "If Winter sees us he'll have us both flogged this time."
"What? Hal and you? I can hardly believe it!" David spun round, the blood in his face draining away at the familiar voice.
