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Title: Surly (Flutterverse)
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Summary: Alice observes Nathaniel on their walk from the ambush to Fort William Henry. He really is a surly man.
Warnings: None
Alice would have considered him churlish if she did not owe her life, in part, to him. Nathaniel was an intimidating man, quick tempered with Duncan, and an enthralling source of fascination for Cora that Alice truly could not understand. He was not a man she would ever be drawn to.
However, the desire to shy away from him was tempered by his act of kindness to their party. And, if Alice were being honest, he was not an unkind man. When he took up the rear of their party, on the way to the fort, he was just as attentive as Uncas in helping her over uneven paths or pausing for her to catch her breath. It was difficult to reconcile the man who wordlessly aided her with the surly demeanor he presented to Duncan and Cora.
If Alice suspected he entertained a fascination for her sister, she said nothing.
He spoke to her, sometimes, when he was at the rear of the party, which was so very different from the lapsed silences she shared with Uncas. His humor was quick, his wit sardonic. It was not the proper conversation she heard around tea tables and in drawing rooms.
When he looked toward Duncan and Cora, his wit was not so amusing, his face less good-natured. He lacked the smooth-stone faces of Uncas and Chingachgook. Then, Alice would concede, as moved closer to the party to exchange barbs with Duncan, Nathaniel was not an even-tempered man.
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Summary: Alice observes Nathaniel on their walk from the ambush to Fort William Henry. He really is a surly man.
Warnings: None
Alice would have considered him churlish if she did not owe her life, in part, to him. Nathaniel was an intimidating man, quick tempered with Duncan, and an enthralling source of fascination for Cora that Alice truly could not understand. He was not a man she would ever be drawn to.
However, the desire to shy away from him was tempered by his act of kindness to their party. And, if Alice were being honest, he was not an unkind man. When he took up the rear of their party, on the way to the fort, he was just as attentive as Uncas in helping her over uneven paths or pausing for her to catch her breath. It was difficult to reconcile the man who wordlessly aided her with the surly demeanor he presented to Duncan and Cora.
If Alice suspected he entertained a fascination for her sister, she said nothing.
He spoke to her, sometimes, when he was at the rear of the party, which was so very different from the lapsed silences she shared with Uncas. His humor was quick, his wit sardonic. It was not the proper conversation she heard around tea tables and in drawing rooms.
When he looked toward Duncan and Cora, his wit was not so amusing, his face less good-natured. He lacked the smooth-stone faces of Uncas and Chingachgook. Then, Alice would concede, as moved closer to the party to exchange barbs with Duncan, Nathaniel was not an even-tempered man.