They pause, right at the door of the building, stare at each other in a confused way for a moment before slowly spinning back on their heels and facing the man marching ever closer.
“d'Aigalliers,” Nelson sighs, with a weary roll of his eyes (even the unseeing one, as ever) over to his side – he can only hide a smile, slink back a little behind the great man as damn d'Aigalliers comes up before them like some strutting peacock, “I thought our discussion was long enough earlier tonight.”
“Not long enough, monsieur Nelson, I did not say all that I had to say!” d'Aigalliers snaps-
“Really?” Only to be interrupted, by Nelson’s calm smile as he shifts with his remaining arm hanging casually by his side, “because you didn’t really say anything.”
d'Aigalliers goes red. A humiliated, helplessly angry sort of red.
“So,” Nelson continues anyway, now with a smug smirk sideways that makes him repress a giggle by the skin of his teeth, “are you going to babble more nonsense at me and my esteemed companion? Or are you actually going to get to the point this time and come out with something sensible?”
d'Aigalliers goes purple. A shade that simply can’t be healthy on any man, “you think that you are so great!”
“Nonsense, obviously,” Nelson mutters sideways, and he bites back a snort.
“You are not! The French empire is the greatest empire in the world, you shall see!” d'Aigalliers still continues to glare, with an arrogant lift to his nose that does his face absolutely no favours, “because we shall beat you, beat you and drown your men and execute you like the dog you are!”
He tenses, a little…
“That’s nice,” Nelson only drawls, tilting his head with that show of charming arrogance that always suits him so well, “anything else?”
“…You are a dog, you know.”
“No I’m not,” his Nelson only looks unimpressed, a faint smirk still quirking up his lips as he tilts his head and regards d'Aigalliers and somehow manages to look like no situation has ever been so boring to him, “I’m a man. And if you can’t tell the difference between a man and a dog then I do think that you should go back to school and stop dabbling in freemasonry, Mr. d'Aigalliers.”
Oh, and the man has gone scarlet now. He almost feels like offering the services of Beatty (he’s sure that his friend wouldn’t mind that much), “how dare you talk to me in such a way!”
“Such a true way?” Nelson murmurs, sending another terribly amused glance across at him.
“No!” Even as d'Aigalliers puffs himself up, still about as intimidating as a peacock after the end of mating season, “you, a one-eyed and one-armed pup, have no right to speak to me, a famed French commander and vice-admiral, in such a way! You are disrespectful, idiotic, undeserving-“
He almost, very nearly, steps forwards to cut off d'Aigalliers’ damn ranting with a well placed fist.
But his Nelson, his dear Nelson, stops him with but a brief glance – slowly tilts his head back towards d'Aigalliers, watches and waits until the loathsome man finishes… And Smirks.
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FILL: The Most Brilliant, Nelson/Hardy (With implied and unrequited Beatty/Hardy), PG-13 [1A/2]
Date: 2011-11-30 11:40 pm (UTC)They pause, right at the door of the building, stare at each other in a confused way for a moment before slowly spinning back on their heels and facing the man marching ever closer.
“d'Aigalliers,” Nelson sighs, with a weary roll of his eyes (even the unseeing one, as ever) over to his side – he can only hide a smile, slink back a little behind the great man as damn d'Aigalliers comes up before them like some strutting peacock, “I thought our discussion was long enough earlier tonight.”
“Not long enough, monsieur Nelson, I did not say all that I had to say!” d'Aigalliers snaps-
“Really?” Only to be interrupted, by Nelson’s calm smile as he shifts with his remaining arm hanging casually by his side, “because you didn’t really say anything.”
d'Aigalliers goes red. A humiliated, helplessly angry sort of red.
“So,” Nelson continues anyway, now with a smug smirk sideways that makes him repress a giggle by the skin of his teeth, “are you going to babble more nonsense at me and my esteemed companion? Or are you actually going to get to the point this time and come out with something sensible?”
d'Aigalliers goes purple. A shade that simply can’t be healthy on any man, “you think that you are so great!”
“Nonsense, obviously,” Nelson mutters sideways, and he bites back a snort.
“You are not! The French empire is the greatest empire in the world, you shall see!” d'Aigalliers still continues to glare, with an arrogant lift to his nose that does his face absolutely no favours, “because we shall beat you, beat you and drown your men and execute you like the dog you are!”
He tenses, a little…
“That’s nice,” Nelson only drawls, tilting his head with that show of charming arrogance that always suits him so well, “anything else?”
“…You are a dog, you know.”
“No I’m not,” his Nelson only looks unimpressed, a faint smirk still quirking up his lips as he tilts his head and regards d'Aigalliers and somehow manages to look like no situation has ever been so boring to him, “I’m a man. And if you can’t tell the difference between a man and a dog then I do think that you should go back to school and stop dabbling in freemasonry, Mr. d'Aigalliers.”
Oh, and the man has gone scarlet now. He almost feels like offering the services of Beatty (he’s sure that his friend wouldn’t mind that much), “how dare you talk to me in such a way!”
“Such a true way?” Nelson murmurs, sending another terribly amused glance across at him.
“No!” Even as d'Aigalliers puffs himself up, still about as intimidating as a peacock after the end of mating season, “you, a one-eyed and one-armed pup, have no right to speak to me, a famed French commander and vice-admiral, in such a way! You are disrespectful, idiotic, undeserving-“
He almost, very nearly, steps forwards to cut off d'Aigalliers’ damn ranting with a well placed fist.
But his Nelson, his dear Nelson, stops him with but a brief glance – slowly tilts his head back towards d'Aigalliers, watches and waits until the loathsome man finishes… And Smirks.
…Smirks.
This should be fun.