[snippet] Cooler Talk (tGE, Hilts/?)
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valmoraTitle: Cooler Talk
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Fandom: The Great Escape, the movie
Pairing: Hilts/? (I don't name names, but if you've watched closely, you'll know)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Er. I hope the estate of Steve McQueen doesn't sue me. Yeah.
Notes: This was written because I had a Scottish accent stuck in my head and decided to do something about it. That something is a giftfic forfigletofvenice, who is one of the few people who would appreciate it.
Hilts has never known a man more chatty than Ives. You know those stories about how Scots are either drunk or never say a thing? Wrong. Wronger than wrong.
Of course, Ives would like to be drunk, but he’s not, and he just keeps on going.
Hilts figures that Ives is chatty ‘cause he can’t stand not being around people, and Hilts’s noncommittal responses are making him nervous.
Of course, when he comes to this decision, it’s probably time to open up a little.
He starts off getting Ives going about being a jockey, because it’s what he likes talking about, and then there’re the ‘birds,’ Ives going on about his old girlfriends.
Hilts should’ve stopped him there. He really should’ve.
“What about you?” Ives asks after a bout of silence broken only by the sound of the baseball. “You got a girl back in the States, Hilts?”
The baseball goes thunk-thunk-thud, and then stops, held carelessly in Hilts’s glove, and for once he can’t breathe. Thinks of the slide of skin on skin, the heat of another body, the memory of seeing fingers wrapped around the baseball glove instead over his shoulders where they should be, and his hand clenches into a fist against his thigh.
“Hilts?”
Twenty-two more days.
“No,” he says, and it sounds choked, before he goes back to throwing the baseball, thunk-thunk-thud.
For those of you who want to know who he's thinking of: it's Goff. Remember the third guy who makes the vodka? Goff also throws him his baseball glove when he gets sent to the cooler.
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valmoraFandom: The Great Escape, the movie
Pairing: Hilts/? (I don't name names, but if you've watched closely, you'll know)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Er. I hope the estate of Steve McQueen doesn't sue me. Yeah.
Notes: This was written because I had a Scottish accent stuck in my head and decided to do something about it. That something is a giftfic for
figletofvenice, who is one of the few people who would appreciate it.Hilts has never known a man more chatty than Ives. You know those stories about how Scots are either drunk or never say a thing? Wrong. Wronger than wrong.
Of course, Ives would like to be drunk, but he’s not, and he just keeps on going.
Hilts figures that Ives is chatty ‘cause he can’t stand not being around people, and Hilts’s noncommittal responses are making him nervous.
Of course, when he comes to this decision, it’s probably time to open up a little.
He starts off getting Ives going about being a jockey, because it’s what he likes talking about, and then there’re the ‘birds,’ Ives going on about his old girlfriends.
Hilts should’ve stopped him there. He really should’ve.
“What about you?” Ives asks after a bout of silence broken only by the sound of the baseball. “You got a girl back in the States, Hilts?”
The baseball goes thunk-thunk-thud, and then stops, held carelessly in Hilts’s glove, and for once he can’t breathe. Thinks of the slide of skin on skin, the heat of another body, the memory of seeing fingers wrapped around the baseball glove instead over his shoulders where they should be, and his hand clenches into a fist against his thigh.
“Hilts?”
Twenty-two more days.
“No,” he says, and it sounds choked, before he goes back to throwing the baseball, thunk-thunk-thud.
For those of you who want to know who he's thinking of: it's Goff. Remember the third guy who makes the vodka? Goff also throws him his baseball glove when he gets sent to the cooler.
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Date: 2005-07-08 05:23 am (UTC)Hilts/Goff! I love you forever! I saw Hilts/? and I thought "Is it going to be Goff? Please oh please!" And it was. And I squealed aloud.
I love this pairing. So much. The intensity that Hilts is feeling is nice to see, because he may smile all the time, but he's still intense. In my mind, anyway. I also love thinking in Ives' accent, 'cause I can just imagine it.
... GOFF!
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Date: 2005-07-08 01:15 pm (UTC)Do you need some expectorant? :D
::dies::
::hauls out the lightning rod apparatus::
he may smile all the time
My favorite simile for this is likening that kind of smile to the way most animals show their teeth to mean, "I'm about to KILL you."
he's still intense
He'd have to be, to attempt escape that many times.
I also love thinking in Ives' accent
It's odd, but I think his accent, because it is much stronger than many, is easier to remember the cadences of and write for. Try it sometime - try to remember the way Mac talks (and Mac is Scottish, too, remember), and try to hear his accent on other phrases. I can't do it, but then, I'm accentally impaired.
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Date: 2005-07-10 09:25 pm (UTC)Or he just smiles so that no one can know what he's thinking. He's the smiling enigma.
It's odd, but I think his accent, because it is much stronger than many, is easier to remember the cadences of and write for.
This is true in general, I think. The thicker accents are just easier to remember, and it's easier to note the exact differences between how that person talks and how you yourself talk.
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Date: 2005-07-10 10:12 pm (UTC)That sounds like the title to a Nancy Drew book.
Okay, I'm done now. :D