[ building number two used to be sharpe's home, as well. only recently had he moved house, but he still found his feet straying back towards his early billet. sometimes, at night, his steps took him there on instinct and it wasn't until he his roughened fingers are on the front door that he realizes his error.
tonight, he announces his mild frustration with colourful oaths: ] Jesus wept. Don't you bloody well know your way, yet? [ the major never used to speak to himself. not back home. but here...
he sighs and retreats from the front porch, opting to cut across the grass to reach his actual destination. the clink of steel in his scabbard and the soft rhythm of muttered curses announce his approach. ]
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tonight, he announces his mild frustration with colourful oaths: ] Jesus wept. Don't you bloody well know your way, yet? [ the major never used to speak to himself. not back home. but here...
he sighs and retreats from the front porch, opting to cut across the grass to reach his actual destination. the clink of steel in his scabbard and the soft rhythm of muttered curses announce his approach. ]