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☆ Round One!

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(Anonymous) 2015-06-07 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Childermass/Segundus. Please. Their love-hate relationship is just so complex and interesting. Especially keen to read anything set post-book!!

(Anonymous) 2015-06-08 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
I second this! Yes please!!!

(Anonymous) 2015-06-10 02:51 am (UTC)(link)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-10 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I ship them sooo hard! I'm a terrible writer but someone out there needs to write them.
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[personal profile] ohveda 2015-06-14 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't write it as a specific fill for this prompt, so it might not have all the love-hate you wish for. But you may still be interested in this post-book Childermass/Segundus fanfiction that I've just finished:
Edited 2015-06-14 00:46 (UTC)


(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This was amazing!
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[personal profile] ohveda 2015-06-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad you enjoyed it!

Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 1/2

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
After he and Mr Honeyfoot's first success in recognising the importance of Lady Pole's faerie stories, Mr Segundus was wracked with a strange compulsion to do two opposing things at once. Firstly, he had an urge to protect the young lady from a world which had severely wronged her. He felt certain that Norrell had done her a great mischief, though he did not yet know what it was, and the thought that her former friends across London were now speaking her name in hushed whispers as a kind of cautionary tale made Mr Segundus quite nauseous. That she made little sense was a fact that could not be denied – but that she was mad, Mr Segundus had come to highly doubt.

So he had an urge to keep her safe at Starecross for as long as he was able, where she might be understood, if not yet cured, in relative peace. And yet he wished…he was reluctant to speak of 'clearing her name', which bore an implication that there was something shameful in her sufferings, which, in Mr Segundus's opinion, there certainly was not. And yet it was clear to him that the wider world did view it as shameful, and he wished to go some little way to mitigating this deeply unjust judgement of the lady.

Put simply, Mr Segundus's dilemma was thus: to speak or to remain silent. He felt thankful it was only that, as he was keenly aware it was a kinder one than Lady Pole herself must endure. And yet it vexed him all through the night, long after the howling old man arrived at their door and had been put to bed. (He cackled and yelled and made quite a fuss until Stephen departed the house, at which time he had introduced himself as Vinculus with surprizing politeness, and then fallen deeply asleep in a bedroom as far from Lady Pole as Starecross could provide.)

But even after Vinculus became fair quiet and docile, Mr Segundus could not sleep. He tossed and turned, thinking always of those two things: to speak, or to remain silent? And by morning he found that he had resolved to do something in the midst of these two options. He felt he should tell nobody but John Childermass, to whom he would write as soon as possible.

He could not, in truth, say why he had chosen Childermass of all souls with whom to share this curious new insight. Certainly it must be said that Childermass had been at all times a hindrance to himself and Mr Honeyfoot, souring their plans at every turn - and yet he had done these things in Norrell's name, and Segundus had come to feel in the months following Childermass's last appearance on their doorstep that there had been something akin to sincerity in that visit.

Mr Segundus now believed, in truth, that Childermass truly did not know what had been done to Lady Pole, and was desirous of that knowledge for reasons equal, perhaps, to Mr Segundus's own. After all, had Childermass not arranged to send her to Starecross rather than to Bedlam? Perhaps it was vanity, but Mr Segundus felt that there had been mercy, perhaps even rare insight in that decision. After all, it seemed possible, in light of the evening just passed, that he and Mr Honeyfoot may eventually be able to do more and better than simply make Lady Pole comfortable.

There was something else, too: Mr Segundus had a strange feeling (which had come to him in large part after waking from a curious dream he had had the previous night) that Childermass was a man in a similar position to his own, caught between the desire to speak and to remain silent, though he could not really explain why he should think such a thing. Perhaps, he considered, while eating a soft-boiled egg for his breakfast, it was thus: Childermass's position in life gave him less freedom in how he conducted his business than even Mr Segundus had, who was by no means wealthy himself. How could a man of Childermass’s birth shew his true thoughts on any matter that set him against his master? Mr Segundus did not pity Childermass, for he was plainly a capable fellow - but he felt a strange potential for a kind of understanding between them.

At the thought of explaining these conclusions to his good friend Mr Honeyfoot, however, Mr Segundus frankly balked.

It was still early when he finished his breakfast and went to look in on Vinculus and Lady Pole, both of whom were still asleep. She was dozing in a way that should have looked peaceful, but somehow did not, and with a muttered, “Poor lady,” Mr Segundus shook his head and went up to his writing desk.

'Mr Childermass,' he wrote. 'This note is for yourself only and I would appreciate that you did not share it with your master. I think we may have gained some little insight into the condition and situation of her Ladyship. If this news is of interest, please write and assure me that what I say, I shall say in confidence.'

He thought a moment, then added, 'Mr Honeyfoot forgives less easily than I and does not know that I have written you. I should appreciate it if this matter could be kept entirely between ourselves.'

Then he signed his name and, before he could change his mind, sealed the envelope and went out to post it.


The dream he had had of Childermass had been a curious one, in the night of tossing and turning that followed the old vagabond Vinculus's arrival at Starecross, and it had come to him in the twilight place between waking and sleeping in which Mr Segundus usually did his best thinking about magic.

It ran thus: Mr Segundus was in a wide-open place, a dark and empty winter field, and he felt that there was something behind him, but when he turned he saw that it was only the stump of a gnarled-up tree, as decisively dead as if it had been struck by lightning. There seemed to be high cliff face all about, but Mr Segundus knew (with the strange logic of dreams) that he was close to the place where the black tower sat upon the hill, if he could only see it.

Stephen was there, and he suggested politely that Mr Segundus would do well not to look at the tower at all - but when Mr Segundus turned about to speak with him, he found that Childermass was there in Stephen's place, and the rose at Stephen's mouth was now at both their own.

Mr Segundus reached up and felt it there as plain as day, and Childermass did just the same, his mirror image.

"I cannot tell you of these things," said Childermass.

Mr Segundus asked him why, and Childermass, this dream version of Childermass, smiled behind the rose at his lips and said, "I do not know of them."

When he awoke, Mr Segundus found that he had been sleeping with his hand pressed against mouth, and had resolved to write his letter.


Vinculus slept a remarkable 21 hours, and when he awoke he began immediately shouting, “The raven, the raven,” and something about the weather. Mr Segundus and Mr Honeyfoot went in to him and sat at his bedside. He did not look so very old now, though was still quite remarkably dirty. He smelled like leather boots that had gotten wet in the rain and dried out very slowly, that had not been properly left out to air; a stale, damp smell.

"Ahaa," he said upon seeing them, with a look that was deeply ethereal and wise, but which he ruined almost immediately by means of a very long coughing fit.

"You are not well," said Mr Honeyfoot, the picture of concern. But Vinculus waved his proffered handkerchief away and turned from them a moment. When he had stopped coughing, he looked satisfied, and sat back in the bed.

“Can anything be done for you?” asked Mr Honeyfoot.

Vinculus gave him a sardonic look that reminded Mr Segundus of somebody, though he could not think whom. "I sleep generally outside, sir," he said. “I find that too much comfort puts me out of humour.”

There was something strange about his eyes. It took Mr Segundus a moment to realise that Vinculus was looking right past both of them, to the window beyond. Then abruptly Vinculus reached out and wrapped his bony fingers about Mr Honeyfoot’s wrist.

“Cup of tea wouldn’t go amiss though,” he added, grinning a wide, cat-like grin.

Mr Honeyfoot, who was happy to oblige, got up and went out to the kitchens. Mr Segundus felt distinctly uncomfortable as soon as he was alone in Vinculus’s presence. Not because Vinculus was a vagabond – Mr Segundus hardly noticed, so little did he mind – but because there was something unsettling about the way he looked at one. Indeed, he had turned that same grin upon Mr Segundus now, and Segundus felt a shiver all down his spine.

“You’ve brought him here, you know,” said Vinculus.


“The man who seeks me. The one who must get every book.”

“Norrell?” asked Mr Segundus, alarmed.

“That cat’s-paw? No, no! The magician with the cards.”

“Mr Strange? What cards?”

Vinculus made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh of exhaustion and an expression of disgust. He slipped further down the bed, folded his arms and, question him as Mr Segundus might, would speak no more until Mr Honeyfoot returned and put a cup of tea into his hands, whereupon he thanked him as politely as a little child.

Vinculus left smudged fingerprints on the cup as he drank the tea down with both hands. Mr Honeyfoot had also brought him some slices of bread and butter, which he ate, and between mouthfuls he started muttering again about the weather, and doors made of rain, and rocks moving about, and all manner of other things which left Mr Segundus most perplexed.

“Come, now,” said Mr Honeyfoot, once Vinculus had finished eating, and taking the crockery away he ushered Mr Segundus with him out of the room. Although Vinculus had only been awake for a few hours, it was already getting late again, and Mr Honeyfoot felt they ought to let him rest.

“He has done nothing but rest,” said Mr Segundus, uncharacteristically impatient with curiosity. But Mr Honeyfoot, who had a tenderness towards all physical weakness since nursing his late mother, chastened Mr Segundus that rest was the most important thing for anyone who had taken sick, and he was quite sure all these apocalyptic mumblings were indicative of fever.

Mr Segundus surrendered, and went to read in front of the fire, whereupon he promptly fell asleep. The next morning, when he awoke, the window in Vinculus’s bedroom had been smashed, and the vagabond was on his way once more.

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 2/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)

There was no response to Mr Segundus's letter that day or even the next. Mr Honeyfoot spent a lot of time poring over his books of stories, while Lady Pole, who seemed calmer at the thought that they might actually be doing something to help, had taken to sitting quietly in her chair and sketching empty, high-ceilinged rooms.

Mr Segundus was now left largely to his own contemplations, and this he found quite unsatisfactory. The next afternoon when he was trying to bake bread, he found himself entirely too caught up in imagining the look on Childermass's face when he received Mr Segundus's letter – the slow, sardonic raising of an eyebrow at this new display of idiocy. He was sure Childermass would wonder, after all, at Segundus reaching out to him for help after all their history of mutual animosity, and would laugh at him. Mr Segundus felt hot and uncomfortable at the thought for reasons he could not quite explain, and was so entirely distracted that he almost let the bread burn.

At dusk that evening, Mr Segundus was drawing down the blinds in his room when he saw a dark shape under the oak trees across the clearing. The sight gave him such a start that he physically jumped, and was about to raise Mr Honeyfoot and his gun when he realised that something, some combination of the height and gait, made the figure seem familiar.

He went downstairs, fetching his overcoat from the peg, and called to Mr Honeyfoot that he was going out for a stroll. Nervous that Honeyfoot would suggest they all went, he stepped out into the night air without further pause, and walked around Starecross to the clearing at its rear. It was a light dusk at the end of a light day, and he could clearly see the waiting figure as he made his way towards it, and watched it turn and go deeper into the trees - not fast enough to lose Mr Segundus, but leading him away from the house and into the woods.

Mr Segundus followed for a while. He could not be certain how long they walked in silence for, a foot's distance between them all the way. He was burning with questions, but kept silent until Childermass finally stopped, and took a seat on a tree that had been uprooted here, smiling his crooked smile. Now that they were alone, Mr Segundus felt strangely self-conscious. It was an odd thing to notice, but he had never been alone with Childermass before, except in his dream of that strange place, and it gave him a sensation of being rather more scrutinised and more succinctly judged than was usual.

"What on earth are you doing here?" he asked.

Childermass smiled in a way that was strangely self-effacing. "I could think of no way of writing to you that you would not have had to explain," he said flatly. "Your friend knows my handwriting just as well as you. So." He spread his hands, indicating himself, the log, the forest.

"You needn't have concerned yourself with that enough to come all the way from London!" he protested.

Childermass shrugged, peering through a gap in the trees at the sound of something digging in the soil a few feet away. This part of the forest was full of rabbits – Mr Segundus rarely came out here and saw them, but Mr Honeyfoot had been known to trap them for stews. Childermass was still looking towards the digging sound when he said, "I wanted to be sure you knew that your shew of trust in me was not misplaced."

He wouldn't have used the word even in the privacy of his own head, but Mr Segundus felt oddly flattered at hearing this - at the pains Childermass had gone to on his behalf. Childermass looked up from the digging sound and caught Mr Segundus's eyes. Segundus smiled, then ducked his head and admitted, "I am not sure you will find what I have to say worth the time it took to get here."

"There is only one way to find that out, Mr Segundus," said Childermass. He gestured with his head, a small gesture, towards the empty space beside him on the log.

Mr Segundus came over and sat down. It seemed wildly unlikely to him that they should be here together like this now, but unlikely in a way he rather enjoyed, like a glimpse of a wild animal, or magic. He began explaining about the faerie stories and Mr Honeyfoot's book; Childermass watched him with a display of interest and attention so focused and intense that Mr Segundus took to staring at his own hands. Several times, Childermass asked him to go back over some detail or another.

"Col Tom Blue?" he asked at one point. "That was the name she said?"

"Do you know it?"

"It seems familiar, but... No. Although it might be important. If, as you say, the tales were told as though written by the faerie and not the man each one concerned..."

Mr Segundus glanced up and found Childermass already looking at him, so that for a moment he quite forgot himself. "Do you have some theory, Childermass, as to what has befallen this poor lady?" he asked.

"What do you think has befallen her, Mr Segundus?"

Mr Segundus found that now, at the point itself, he could not quite put his theory into words. It was too horrible, and anyway he did not really know. But he said, "In the Raven King's time, was it not quite common for people to be stolen away into faerie?"

Childermass smiled - not, Mr Segundus thought, because the idea pleased him, but because he recognised it. Segundus knew then that Childermass had been pondering this very thing himself. "And yet the Lady Pole is still here, is she not?" said Childermass. "You yourself cannot have left her side so very many minutes ago."

"I know - but she is not her whole self, Childermass. They must, somehow--"

Mr Segundus stopped short because Childermass was gripping his arm, a slightly wild look in his eyes. Then he held up his other hand just as he had done the last time he came to Starecross - with the little finger held down where Lady Pole had none. Mr Segundus was exasperated. He said, "I did not mean that literally. I mean only that she is exhausted, melancholic..."

"I know how you meant it," said Childermass, his voice as near to actual excitement as Mr Segundus had ever heard. "But."

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr Segundus was very still and thought very hard. "I sincerely hope that we are not correct," he said at length.

"You would rather the lady was simply mad?"

"Of course not. But to belong half to that world and half to this..."

Childermass shook his head. He was so excited that he could not keep still. He got up and began to walk about, his limbs full of a nervous energy that Mr Segundus could feel from where he was still sitting. He was struck by a sudden urge to get up and join him, to stop his progress - to lay both hands on Childermass's shoulders and--

"Norrell must have been fair desperate to resort to this sort of magic. It is everything he has come so intensely and publicly to despise."

Mr Segundus, who had rarely ever known his mind to wander when magic was its starting point (and did not like to contemplate why it was behaving in such a manner), hurriedly asked, "Why does Norrell hate the Raven King so?"

Childermass shook his head absent-mindedly. “That is a wrong question, sir. Such a fervour of hatred is really closer to a kind of love. Indeed, it used to be so with him.”

“Yes,” said Mr Segundus vaguely. “I suppose those things might get confused.”

“Anyway, do not concern yourself with the motives of Gilbert Norrell – I will take care of those myself. Turn your mind instead to how we might help the lady.”

“Of course,” said Mr Segundus. Then he said, “A man came to Starecross the night before I wrote to you who swore that the Raven King is coming back. Do you think that can be possible?”

Childermass looked up at this, a searching intensity in his face. “What else did he say?” he asked.

“Something about rain, and stones, and doors – I'm sorry to own that much of it seemed but sorry nonsense to me.”

“Vinculus,” said Childermass, shaking his head.

“Yes! The very same man!”

“Is he still here?”

“I am sorry to say that he is not, sir. Mr Honeyfoot was most upset. He put a window through in one of the far rooms--”

Childermass had stopped pacing and seemed in his irritation to sag against the nearest tree, leaning back against it. “He must have known that I have questions for him,” he said darkly. He seemed entirely lost in thought now as he leaned back against the beech tree, his hands in his pockets, looking up through the canopy of leaves to the darkening sky beyond. They sat quietly for a few moments. It occurred to Mr Segundus that Childermass looked very tired. Then something of far more importance occurred to him.

“Childermass,” he said quietly. “Tell me - was that man a magician?”

Childermass huffed a laugh, or something very like one, considering Mr Segundus from underneath a curtain of hair. “Very nearly. He has talent, but no knowledge.”

“I had strange dreams while he was in the house. Of a field – a wide open field with a high wall of rock and a tree – a dead tree--”

A desperate light of understanding filled Childermass’s face as he heard this. For a moment he simply gaped, and then, recovering himself, he spoke as if in a dream of his own. With a slow voice, rolling the words in his mouth like they were sweets, he murmured, “I know the place, sir. I dreamt of it as I lay bleeding – after the Lady Pole… And I have returned to it often in dreams since that day.”

He trailed off. For a moment, they simply looked at each other. The night was drawing in now, and Mr Segundus sank deeper into his overcoat, struggling to keep his eyes on Childermass in the gloom. A bird called somewhere far away. It was a lonely sound.

Mr Segundus had made up his mind simply to be honest, no matter how bizarre it sounded, and said, "I saw you there."

"Then? When I was shot?"

"No, sir - a few nights ago. You spoke to me in the dream - it's why I wrote to you. It sounds ridiculous, but there was such a feeling of magic in that place."

"I know it, sir," said Childermass. He stepped out of the shadows under the tree and came over to sit down again beside Mr Segundus.

"How can we both have seen that strange landscape?" Mr Segundus asked. Childermass said nothing, but seemed to be thinking, and Mr Segundus continued, “I spoke with Vinculus when he was here, and he told me a magician was coming who carries a deck of cards. I could not fathom what he meant at all. But...”

Childermass laughed again, quietly, and reached for Mr Segundus's hand. Segundus tensed for a moment, feeling the rough skin of Childermass's fingertips on his palm, on the back of his hand, holding it in place, and it seemed that he had never been so aware of his own skin before. Childermass pressed something into Segundus’s hand, and sat back.

Mr Segundus knew what it would be without looking, but he looked down anyway. A well-thumbed, slightly ragged deck of cards sat in his palm.

"You are a magician, sir," said Mr Segundus.

"In a manner of speaking. And you are another, John Segundus."

They smiled at each other, and there was something mischievous at the back of it that made Segundus feel they were not grown-up magicians at all, but merely boys at play, out in the forest after dark. He felt a wave of overwhelming affection, a complicated, physical kind of affection that twitched in his fingertips, and was struggling to push it down when he realised that it had already been superseded by a hot, restless fury.

“My God, Childermass," he said, "you should be ashamed," feeling his voice grow high and reedy as it did whensoever he was cross, however much he wished that it would not. “To think that you have done Gilbert Norrell’s bidding all these years, putting down other magicians at every turn, knowing all the time that you yourself--”

Childermass was a picture of surprize, but as Mr Segundus pushed the cards back at him, he reached past them and caught both Segundus's wrists in his hands instead.

"I'll not be judged by you, John Segundus," he said. Their faces were so close that even in the growing darkness, he could see Childermass’s eyes flash with anger. He looked suddenly quite dangerous. "Say what you will of Gilbert Norrell – but just think on the state of magic in this country now compared to what it was. Whatever I have done, I have done for--" And here he seemed on the verge of saying something of not inconsiderable import, but stopped himself. "For my own good reasons," he finished, flatly.

Mr Segundus said nothing. Childermass’s hands were warm around his wrists, but it was becoming less of a grip as something more gentle took its place. Segundus could feel hot, quick breaths upon his face.

“I would not have you as my enemy, sir,” Childermass added.

“Nor do I wish to be,” said Mr Segundus, his voice hoarse. He could no longer hear the wild things of the forest above the blood pounding in his ears, deep in the thick of the woods with this strange magician whom his dreams had brought here, and he closed his eyes, feeling suddenly that when he opened them again, the two of them would be in the wide open plain beneath the black tower.

"Do you think you should head back to the house now, Mr Segundus?" Childermass murmured, so quietly that Mr Segundus could hardly hear him, and had to open his eyes again to watch the movements of his lips. "It's getting dark."

"No," said Mr Segundus. And then he leaned forward, or else Childermass did, later he would not be able to remember who, and closed the short distance between them, pressing their mouths together in a kiss.

The grip on Mr Segundus’s wrists slackened, and he reached out and held Childermass’s overcoat by the collar in order to pull him nearer in, a thing he now realised he had long been desirous of doing. Childermass, for his part, held Segundus’s face in his own two hands firmly but gently, as one might keep hold of a wild animal.

They passed some time in this manner, wrapped up together under the canopy of leaves, and truthfully Mr Segundus had no idea how long they had been out in the forest. Indeed, he forgot that there was a world beyond it, that there was a Starecross Hall or a Lady Pole or faeries or even magic.

Then, suddenly, Childermass drew back. “Did you hear that?” he whispered.

With their chests against one another’s, Mr Segundus could feel both their hearts beating wildly as though in tandem. Mr Segundus was on the verge of saying that he had not heard it, when he did – his own name being called, quite far away.

Childermass laughed and dipped his head, pressing his face against Mr Segundus’s neck. Segundus could feel Childermass’s breath on his collarbone when he said, "Your friend, I think."

Mr Segundus thought ungenerously that Mr Honeyfoot was not his particular friend at this moment, and was on the point of saying so when the world came flooding back. He saw that he had behaved quite unthinkingly. How could he have stayed out so late without another word? He was sure to have frightened and concerned the immensely kind Mr Honeyfoot, and he was sorry for it now.

And yet he did not want to leave.

“You should go back,” said Childermass.

Mr Segundus nodded. “What of you?” he asked. “It is quite dark. Surely you do not mean to spend the night here?”

Childermass explained that he had come from the opposite direction originally, and had a horse waiting ten minutes past the brook, and still Mr Segundus did not feel quite satisfied and wished to stay a while longer.

“Come now,” said Childermass, sarcastically. “If you did not wish your Mr Honeyfoot to know that you had written me at all, how would you like him to come across this merry scene.”

Mr Segundus laughed. They were still wound impossibly about one another like a puzzle. "But," he said, and then gave up. He was thinking that he knew not when they would see or speak with one another again, living as they did so far apart, and having so little reason to ever meet. But this seemed a very childish protestation, and so he held his tongue.

Childermass stood up to go, and Mr Segundus stood with him, having very little idea what he should do or say.

"I promise I will look up your Col Tom Blue in Norrell's books next chance I get," said Childermass. “And then I will write to you."

"If you find something?"

"If you wish it, I’ll write even if I find nothing to speak of," he said.

Mr Segundus put a hand against Childermass’s jaw and looked at him for a moment or two before he leaned up to kiss him goodbye. “Please do,” was all he said, and Childermass smiled. Then Mr Segundus stood and watched the retreating shadow of Childermass’s back as he moved away through the trees, until he could no longer make it out at all, nor hear the sound of his footsteps on the forest floor. He turned and started back towards the house.

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll attempt to leave a proper comment when I'm not on shitty mobile internet, but let me just already say that I really, really loved this. Their voices were wonderful, I could hear both of them in this.

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-19 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! This was beautiful, you totally had me believing I was reading a lost chapter of the book for a while there. I love how you brought in Childermass' dreamscape and worked with that. And Segundus' storm of emotions after this lovely sentence:

They smiled at each other, and there was something mischievous at the back of it that made Segundus feel they were not grown-up magicians at all, but merely boys at play, out in the forest after dark.

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-19 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Loved it! It fits in very well with the episode. I think that when I'm watching the next two episodes, I'll always imagine that this scene took place. You did a very good job of making their attraction and their trust in each other feel believable, while still keeping true to their earlier animosity. And you built the tension up well; I was very glad when they finally kissed!
Also, I loved the little touches: the dark of the trees; the rabbits! (was it really a rabbit?); the way Vinculus smelled. Not to mention, that shared dream was awesome.

Oh I hope they do write to each other! They need to arrange to meet up and kiss again!

Thanks for writing this!

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-20 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this so much! The character voices are spot on (I especially love your Segundus, bless him) and this fic seems to sit so nicely 'offscreen' (if that makes sense) while the main action is taking place elsewhere. Really loved the tone and how you've set up everything so well too, although I now that I've read the fic, I just want to read more!! LOL

Brilliant little piece, thank you :)

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-26 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god! That was so so beautiful! I loved everything about this! Hope you will write more anon because I this is pure perfection that deserves to be cherished and loved by all JS&MN fans!

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-26 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
So good! Hope there will be part 2 of this story :)

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
This is perfect. You captured their voices so well and how they got together was so organic. I love that magic hasn't fallen by the wayside to service their attraction to each other. Thanks for sharing!

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-07-16 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
THIS! (the comment about not forgetting about magic when servicing their relationship). If you have anything else to say on this prompt, A!A, please, please, please say it. You've done a beautiful piece of work here.

Re: Another fill: Childermass/Segundus set post-ep 5, 3/3

(Anonymous) 2015-07-28 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god, this was beautiful!
They are so themselves here, with all their little gestures and ways of speaking! I love them both, and their longing for each other, and the very real feeling of the evening in the woodside.
Thank you!!