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crack_van2006-10-01 09:11 pm
sarmajere.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-10-01 09:11 pm
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Ways Of Protection by Das Tier PG-13ish
Hey there! I'm Sar and I'll be Captaining this vessel er...Driving the van for the Hornblower fandom this month. I have a variety of interests in terms of pairing and I hope to be able to share a variety of different recs with you guys over the next thirty one days.
Without any further adieu let's get started:
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Hornblower/Bush
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dastier
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
This is the fic that sparked my interest in the Hornblower/Bush pairing, seeing that I usually tend to prefer Archie Kennedy as the love interest in most Hornblower slash. The premise is what first drew me in:
Horatio is put into a mental hospital for violating the 29th Article of War: In other words, he's been found guilty of sodomy.
It's up to Bush to get his captain out before it is too late. But first he has to get to him by navigating the aslyum and then trying to work within the system to free him.
The story is griping, brutally honest in its descriptions of the horrors patients regularly had to face and features a very strongly written Maria, which is a nice change from most fics in the fandom. It is one that I tend to read over and over again when I have the time, and though I know what is going to happen, it doesn't change the element of suspense at all.
“Good morning, sir.” He tried to speak causally, as if there were no manacles, no blindfold over Hornblower’s eyes, no stone walls running off moist drab around them. The cell air smelled of wet mortar, old straw and pungent medicine. “I’m glad to see you, sir.”
He felt sick of his own banality. He searched for a decisive word to break through this border of silence that wrapped the person who had given up on his own body.
“Talk to me, sir. It’s me, Bush. Please, talk to me.”
Before he had often pictured in his mind how it’d happen: himself, a cunning juggler, sneaking into the place; his captain, surprised at his ingenuity – Mr. Bush, I’d never thought that you possessed such resourcefulness , - and supported by his mere presence – I’m so glad to have you here, Mr. Bush…my dear friend…William.
Neither had worked out.
Ways Of Protection
Without any further adieu let's get started:
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Hornblower/Bush
Author on LJ:
dastierAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
This is the fic that sparked my interest in the Hornblower/Bush pairing, seeing that I usually tend to prefer Archie Kennedy as the love interest in most Hornblower slash. The premise is what first drew me in:
Horatio is put into a mental hospital for violating the 29th Article of War: In other words, he's been found guilty of sodomy.
It's up to Bush to get his captain out before it is too late. But first he has to get to him by navigating the aslyum and then trying to work within the system to free him.
The story is griping, brutally honest in its descriptions of the horrors patients regularly had to face and features a very strongly written Maria, which is a nice change from most fics in the fandom. It is one that I tend to read over and over again when I have the time, and though I know what is going to happen, it doesn't change the element of suspense at all.
“Good morning, sir.” He tried to speak causally, as if there were no manacles, no blindfold over Hornblower’s eyes, no stone walls running off moist drab around them. The cell air smelled of wet mortar, old straw and pungent medicine. “I’m glad to see you, sir.”
He felt sick of his own banality. He searched for a decisive word to break through this border of silence that wrapped the person who had given up on his own body.
“Talk to me, sir. It’s me, Bush. Please, talk to me.”
Before he had often pictured in his mind how it’d happen: himself, a cunning juggler, sneaking into the place; his captain, surprised at his ingenuity – Mr. Bush, I’d never thought that you possessed such resourcefulness , - and supported by his mere presence – I’m so glad to have you here, Mr. Bush…my dear friend…William.
Neither had worked out.
Ways Of Protection
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actually yes. it's me :)
thanks for such a nice intro into my story!
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