And forgot to say this, but apologies to anyone who actually knows English (as opposed to American). I tried to look things up, but it was actually really hard to find half of what I wanted to say.
Thomas Hickey
When Thomas Hickey first met the boy, he wasn’t very impressed. The lad was good-looking in that proper and vastly boring way, but he really didn’t see what all the fuss was about. Then again, he didn’t see what the fuss was all about with Haytham Kenway either, and he turned out to have a pretty penny behind his name. Enough to keep Thomas interested, anyhow.
So he turned the other ear whenever Lee, that smarmy git, would go on about their new arrival. About how articulate and poised and how such a gentleman he was. About his skill in assassinating the Assassins (and wasn’t that a hoot?) and the ease in which he gathered intel from the bleeding redcoats and the way he so eloquently put that Washington into his place without the man even knowing of it — Gawd blimey, it’s enough to make a bloke sick. Any one would think that Lee wanted to bugger the boy or something…
Thomas blinked.
Well, that would certainly explain Lee’s attempts to throttle him the one time he stole a kiss from the lad. And speak of the devil…
There is the lad himself, with Lee following on his heels sniffing after him like a mutt in heat. Let it not be said that Thomas doesn’t recognize an opportunity when he sees one.
“Say, how’s about some whiskey after a hard days work,” Thomas slides a companionable arm around the boy, “Sweetheart.”
Thomas Hickey may not have appreciated some new boy coming onto his turf — but anything that causes Lee to turn purple ought to be encouraged.
Re: You Are A Templar
Thomas Hickey
When Thomas Hickey first met the boy, he wasn’t very impressed. The lad was good-looking in that proper and vastly boring way, but he really didn’t see what all the fuss was about. Then again, he didn’t see what the fuss was all about with Haytham Kenway either, and he turned out to have a pretty penny behind his name. Enough to keep Thomas interested, anyhow.
So he turned the other ear whenever Lee, that smarmy git, would go on about their new arrival. About how articulate and poised and how such a gentleman he was. About his skill in assassinating the Assassins (and wasn’t that a hoot?) and the ease in which he gathered intel from the bleeding redcoats and the way he so eloquently put that Washington into his place without the man even knowing of it — Gawd blimey, it’s enough to make a bloke sick. Any one would think that Lee wanted to bugger the boy or something…
Thomas blinked.
Well, that would certainly explain Lee’s attempts to throttle him the one time he stole a kiss from the lad. And speak of the devil…
There is the lad himself, with Lee following on his heels sniffing after him like a mutt in heat. Let it not be said that Thomas doesn’t recognize an opportunity when he sees one.
“Say, how’s about some whiskey after a hard days work,” Thomas slides a companionable arm around the boy, “Sweetheart.”
Thomas Hickey may not have appreciated some new boy coming onto his turf — but anything that causes Lee to turn purple ought to be encouraged.