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perpetual_motionI've been on a personal canon kick as late, discussing it through various means that aren't lj, and I figured it was time to get some of the "Tin Man" personal canon down here on lj so that anyone who reads the still-in-progress Cain/Ambrose fic [17,927 at the moment], can see where I'm coming from.
1. Cain does not, under 99.9% of circumstances use nicknames. Sarcasm counts for the final .1%, and occasionally that sarcasm turns into genuine affection in a gruff sort of way. [For example, his "princess" to DG has become a nickname bore with the aforementioned gruff affection.]
2. Cain has never, in the whole of his life, been able to muster up affectionate nicknames for his significant other. It's just not in him. He can't be cutesy or sweet or adorable. He can just be Cain.
3. Court rules make Cain twitch something fierce. He doesn't understand them at all and thinks they get in the way of honest, blunt communication.
4. Ambrose is well spoken but not usually flowery. His speech patterns lean towards a slightly-courtly tone, and he sometimes forgets that contractions are his friends. When he is laid back, or putting someone at ease, his speech patterns will relax into a more conversational tone.
5. Ambrose can, in fact, dance, and he does it very, very well. No one ever danced with him because he was just so shy.
6. Ambrose really and truly loves his job as the head advisor and has a particular love of surveying that he can't ever explain to anyone else. It's something about being outside, getting to walk around, and getting to play with surveying toys.
They're on a mission for The Queen, Cain leading the way through a thin bit of trail, and it's only slightly awkward. Cain's worked hard over the last few weeks to settle within himself the fact that he is now dealing with Ambrose and not Glitch. And really, Ambrose isn't a bad guy. Polite. Nice. Never says the wrong thing. Never seems to feel awkward.
Never looks at Cain with a small, half-smile that makes Cain think maybe he's not so old and tired.
"Which way?" Cain asks as the trail widens. He slows his horse so Ambrose can catch up. He turns in the saddle and finds Ambrose poring over the map, turning it this way and that and looking confused in a way Cain's missed.
"I think," Ambrose looks at the split in the trail, looks at Cain, and looks at the map again. "I think..."
Cain tucks his chin to hide his smile and rubs his horse's neck absentmindedly. "Are we lost?"
"I think..." The befuddled expression is pure Glitch, as is the way he pulls at his hair and raps his knuckles against his skull.
Cain thinks that, maybe, there's hope for Ambrose yet.
And now, I'm gonna go write porn.
1. Cain does not, under 99.9% of circumstances use nicknames. Sarcasm counts for the final .1%, and occasionally that sarcasm turns into genuine affection in a gruff sort of way. [For example, his "princess" to DG has become a nickname bore with the aforementioned gruff affection.]
2. Cain has never, in the whole of his life, been able to muster up affectionate nicknames for his significant other. It's just not in him. He can't be cutesy or sweet or adorable. He can just be Cain.
3. Court rules make Cain twitch something fierce. He doesn't understand them at all and thinks they get in the way of honest, blunt communication.
4. Ambrose is well spoken but not usually flowery. His speech patterns lean towards a slightly-courtly tone, and he sometimes forgets that contractions are his friends. When he is laid back, or putting someone at ease, his speech patterns will relax into a more conversational tone.
5. Ambrose can, in fact, dance, and he does it very, very well. No one ever danced with him because he was just so shy.
6. Ambrose really and truly loves his job as the head advisor and has a particular love of surveying that he can't ever explain to anyone else. It's something about being outside, getting to walk around, and getting to play with surveying toys.
They're on a mission for The Queen, Cain leading the way through a thin bit of trail, and it's only slightly awkward. Cain's worked hard over the last few weeks to settle within himself the fact that he is now dealing with Ambrose and not Glitch. And really, Ambrose isn't a bad guy. Polite. Nice. Never says the wrong thing. Never seems to feel awkward.
Never looks at Cain with a small, half-smile that makes Cain think maybe he's not so old and tired.
"Which way?" Cain asks as the trail widens. He slows his horse so Ambrose can catch up. He turns in the saddle and finds Ambrose poring over the map, turning it this way and that and looking confused in a way Cain's missed.
"I think," Ambrose looks at the split in the trail, looks at Cain, and looks at the map again. "I think..."
Cain tucks his chin to hide his smile and rubs his horse's neck absentmindedly. "Are we lost?"
"I think..." The befuddled expression is pure Glitch, as is the way he pulls at his hair and raps his knuckles against his skull.
Cain thinks that, maybe, there's hope for Ambrose yet.
And now, I'm gonna go write porn.
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on 2008-02-21 10:34 am (UTC)And I still love that little 199 words of deliciousness.
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on 2008-02-21 06:06 pm (UTC)fandomworld, baby!I am still utterly fond of those 199 words and hope to see them incorporated at some point.