Sharpe drabble

Title: 'Portuguese morning'
Author: le_russe_satan
Pairing/Character(s):  Sharpe/Wellington
Rating: PG
Written for the look_sharpe prompt table, prompt 24 'Exotic'. 
A/N:  This drabble has zero plot value really, I was in the mood for something a little poetic. Hm.

The orange trees are blurred in the soft grey light of an early morning, their leaves moving and whispering in the breeze, the fragrant white petals swirling slowly, sensuously like exotic dancers towards the ground.
 The figure moving through the orchard too is blurred at the edges, unreal, ephemeral. His voice when he speaks holds a note of uncertainty as if he has trouble believing that this is not a dream, that this apparition is not a ghost that will melt away the moment he opens his eyes.
'Captain Sharpe?'
 But the figure moves closer, coming into focus, becoming clear-cut and solid; a tall man with raven hair and eyes green like the orange tree leaves, a man of flesh and blood.
 Arthur knows that he should turn away from this reality, yet the perfume of dying orange blossoms clouds his mind and instead he reaches out to pluck a stray petal from Richard's hair.

Picspam

Right, so I decided to show some photos of my life. Ack. XD

 

( Pics under cut )

Randomness

OMG, I just remembered this. I was at a party, er, well not recently but, well never mind! Anyway there was this guy in his early thirties, thin and with a shaved head. After a certain amount of alcohol people started  acting less than sensibly, and this other guy (young and quite fit) flirted with the 'shaved head' one as a joke. So, amidst the laughter, I go:

'Tell me, why the hell all gay porn has a young, pretty guy and an old bold one?!'

I seriously thought that older guy would not forgive me, especially since instead of apologising I was laughing like a hyena! XD XD XD So yes people watch what you say.