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The Gentlemanly Art of Conversation by Widget (NC-17)
Hi. I'm Irmelin, and I'll be your Horatio Hornblower reccer this month. I hope my recs will bring you much enjoyment.
Fandom: HORATIO HORNBLOWER
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Author Website: The Widgeteria
Why this must be read:
A lovely story that portrays the friendship between Horatio and Archie. I love stories that focus on Archie's wit and cleverness rather than the angstier aspects of his personality and this is such a fic. Both Archie and Horatio are very in character, and I especially enjoy Horatio's lacking social skills.
With that thought in mind, Archie scanned the salon, his eyes alighting almost immediately upon his friend. He smiled to himself as he took in the sight of Horatio who, it would appear, was most effectively trapped in a corner by the Duchess of Pembroke. The Duchess gazed upon his friend with an expression of rapt fascination while Horatio for his part looked distinctly uncomfortable at the attention. His posture was rigid and he kept tugging surreptitiously at the cuff of his jacket before he finally tucked his hands behind his back and out of sight. He continued talking, no doubt recounting some past military encounter to the captivated Duchess. Archie smiled to himself. If the Duchess was looking for a grand tale of adventure, she would be disappointed. It was not in Horatio's manner to boast, his native modesty making him a very poor narrator.
Horatio's normal reticence did not appear to deter the Duchess, however. She was standing quite close to Horatio now, her fan fluttering wildly and her pale bosom heaving with each breath she drew. Her face was composed in an artful manner, her red tipped lips curved into a smile that was surely intended as coquettish, but which appeared just a shade predatory to Archie's more experienced eye. As he watched the scene unfolding before him, Archie could think of nothing but a hapless deer trapped by a hungry wolf moving in for the kill.
The Gentlemanly Art of Conversation
Fandom: HORATIO HORNBLOWER
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Author on LJ:
widget285Author Website: The Widgeteria
Why this must be read:
A lovely story that portrays the friendship between Horatio and Archie. I love stories that focus on Archie's wit and cleverness rather than the angstier aspects of his personality and this is such a fic. Both Archie and Horatio are very in character, and I especially enjoy Horatio's lacking social skills.
With that thought in mind, Archie scanned the salon, his eyes alighting almost immediately upon his friend. He smiled to himself as he took in the sight of Horatio who, it would appear, was most effectively trapped in a corner by the Duchess of Pembroke. The Duchess gazed upon his friend with an expression of rapt fascination while Horatio for his part looked distinctly uncomfortable at the attention. His posture was rigid and he kept tugging surreptitiously at the cuff of his jacket before he finally tucked his hands behind his back and out of sight. He continued talking, no doubt recounting some past military encounter to the captivated Duchess. Archie smiled to himself. If the Duchess was looking for a grand tale of adventure, she would be disappointed. It was not in Horatio's manner to boast, his native modesty making him a very poor narrator.
Horatio's normal reticence did not appear to deter the Duchess, however. She was standing quite close to Horatio now, her fan fluttering wildly and her pale bosom heaving with each breath she drew. Her face was composed in an artful manner, her red tipped lips curved into a smile that was surely intended as coquettish, but which appeared just a shade predatory to Archie's more experienced eye. As he watched the scene unfolding before him, Archie could think of nothing but a hapless deer trapped by a hungry wolf moving in for the kill.
The Gentlemanly Art of Conversation