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☆ Round Two!

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Oh, yes! This is a lovely read and very well executed. Thank you for this beautiful thing!

The next morning, he awoke feeling drowsy and satisfied. He lay in bed for a long time, contemplating the dream. It had not really felt like a dream, and Miss Absalom had remembered him. She had called him her lover. She was not a figment, in the manner of dreams. He had not ever really thought she was, only— it seemed very presumptuous, at the same time, to imagine that she was anything but. Jonathan Strange might have gone about summoning enchantresses up at a whim, but John Segundus was far more meek. He could not think how he might merit Maria Absalom's time, however great his zeal might be... though a small, painful part of him wanted very much to have this power, to win her attention through being extraordinary. She was so very beautiful, and rather rambunctious, unabashed in her pleasure, and every time she looked at him he felt as though the sun itself had turned and singled him out directly.

Oh, he thought: what a quandary. She was real and yet unreal. He wanted her to be real, and did not believe she could be, yet he only disbelieved she could be because he thought her real! It was quite impossible! But still, he found himself so generally pleased that he was all smiles as he dressed in his bedroom. He even whistled a small phrase of music, which was not very like him. The alteration wrought by his dreams was astonishing.

Upon descending the stairs, he found that the house was oddly silent. This, of course, was because Childermass had left. Childermass had left because Segundus had asked him to leave. His absence could surely be counted a success. Yet there was no denying that without him Starecross felt very empty. Presumably this would change when the school opened in the autumn; then the house would be very busy indeed. But for now he was the sole creature rattling about it. He thought somewhat dolefully that he would be quite pleased for his housekeeper to arrive the next day, or for someone from the village to seek magical assistance, for at least this would afford him some companionship.

To distract himself, he took his morning cup of tea into the garden, and sat cross-legged beside the rosebushes. It was a very fine Yorkshire day. A little damp, but not rainy: with only a refreshing hint of rain in the air. The smell of the garden was a riot of herbs, a tangled and almost medicinal scent. Segundus spied a snail making its way over a stone. "You will refrain from eating my plants, sir," he instructed it with a frown.

Then he turned his attention to the rosebushes. "Hello," he said. "I fear we have got off on the wrong foot. You must think me very demanding. It is only that I wish to enjoy your splendid flowers! I am also starting a school, and I believe it would benefit the students greatly to be surrounded by beauty. You could be part of that. In a way, you could be said to teach them. It is a very noble undertaking, I think. I should be honoured if you would join me in it."

He waited, but there was no sign of response from the rosebushes. He sighed, and thought that he at least had made the effort, and went back into the house to finish his tea.

To his surprise, when he returned the next day, he found that every rosebush was now in half-blossom: dense with buds that had begun to unfold. He counted several colours amongst them: a deep dark red, a pale and lightweight creamy pink, an ivory shade, and a yellow-peach pink. Each was wonderfully charming in its own right, and Segundus made sure to compliment the bushes individually. Miss Absalom had been correct, or at least her advice had been sound— he wondered if he ought to consider this a mark in favour of her existence as more than a simple figment of dreams. He could not quite reach a conclusion.

Though he was pleased about the roses, by the time the week drew to a close he had begun to feel rather bored. No one from Starecross village had arranged to encounter a magical problem— which was not to say that Segundus wished the villagers to be beset by magical problems, and indeed he had sometimes lamented how often they seemed to be so troubled, especially on those occasions when it interrupted his research— but it was the only context in which he seemed able to befriend them!

"I suppose I am not a socially graceful man," he said to Miss Absalom one afternoon, resting whilst in the midst of digging the hole in the garden. "I do not share a great many interests with other people, assuming they are not interested in magic. They wish to talk of farming, or the weather, or— if they are gentlemen— of politics, and business, and such."

Miss Absalom was lounging upon a calico picnic cloth, sipping pink wine from a champagne coupe. Beside her was a silver tea-tray bearing an array of iced cakes. She did not seem at all concerned that the ants would get into them. "I have always suffered from much the same trouble," she said. "Well! And it is very much worse if one is a woman. It is all frocks and servants and men. I am quite happy to talk of frocks and servants and men, but to talk of nothing else! It becomes very wearying, especially when one would rather talk of magic."

"Mm," Segundus said, to indicate his agreement. "I suppose I assumed, when magic returned to England, that it would alter matters. But society proceeds much as it did. Even many magicians prefer to talk of business. I cannot comprehend it!"

"Can you not?" Miss Absalom asked, amused. "Magicians are only men and women, after all. Chiefly men."

Segundus sighed. "It is enough to make me wish I had not sent Mr Childermass away. Extraordinarily irritating he may be, but at least he is not dull. I am most eager to see his reaction when he hears I have conquered the roses, and without a jot of his aid!" This reminded him that he had not, in fact, informed Miss Absalom that he had conquered the roses. He did so now, describing their various pleasing colours. "You were quite right," he said; "they only needed their confidence built up."

"Of course I was right," Miss Absalom said. "Half of being a magician is the diplomacy of wild things. And I was a very great magician in my day."

"You still are, I suspect," Segundus said. He frowned. "That is to say, if we are in any particular day. Are we? I can never decide if I am dreaming when I am with you."

"You are dreaming," Miss Absalom said. "But that does not mean it is not real." She sipped her wine and smiled enigmatically.

"So you are real," Segundus said uncertainly. "You are not simply a fantasy of mine."

At that, Miss Absalom gave a full-throated laugh. "How flattering!" she said. "No; I am not your fantasy, though it is sweet of you to make such an accusation. Do I really please you so much?"

"Oh, yes," Segundus said. He abandoned his digging and clambered over to where she sat. "I think you are the most pleasing person I have ever encountered!"

Miss Absalom looked very satisfied by this answer. She beckoned him closer and lifted the glass of wine to his lips. "Drink," she said. "This is a very fine vintage from the year that John Uskglass quarreled with winter, and the grapes ripened for four full summers."

Segundus tasted the wine. It was like green apples and clean linen, gold wheat and crushed berries and days of sunshine. He gazed at Miss Absalom over the brim of the glass. She was watching him with a lazy expression of want. She tipped the glass forwards and he drank again. A droplet of wine spilled past his lips. She set the glass aside and leaned forwards to capture it: tracing its path with the tip of her tongue.

Segundus found himself very short of breath. When she pulled away he chased her mouth with his own, and they met in a slow, hot kiss. Segundus was surprised to find after a few long, delicious moments that what he chiefly wanted was to continue that kiss. It was so nice to be sitting with her there in the sunlight, tasting the faint trace of wine on her lips, with one of her hands combing through his hair. He said rather shyly, "May I kiss you for a while?"

"I would like that very much," Miss Absalom said.

She drew him down beside her on the calico picnic cloth, and they kissed for a very long time like that: Segundus smoothing his hand along the white slope of her shoulder— at one point touching all the little marks of freckles that he found, for he was very fond of all her freckles— and stroked her copper-coloured hair, which gleamed in the sun.

"It seems most unfair," he said, "that you should be so lovely and so kind and so gifted. You are like a cup that is constantly running over."

Miss Absalom screwed up her nose at this idea. "That sounds rather messy," she said with a laugh. "Though perhaps I should say— if I am a cup, then you should drink from me!"

And in the end, after a great more heated kissing, drink from her he did: pushing her skirts above her waist to sink his head between her legs, practicing meticulously the art of bringing her to her climax. Scarcely had he finished than she was climbing forwards, pushing him flat onto his back, and taking him into her small warm hand.

"I want to taste you," she murmured. "Would you like that? For me to take my time, tasting you all over, taking your pleasure from you inch by inch?"

Segundus gasped out something that approximated a yes. She undressed him slowly, pausing as she removed articles of clothing to kiss the most startling places: his nipples, which was astonishingly pleasurable and made him arch up towards her, and his elbows and wrists, and the soft skin over his ribs, and his hipbones, and— after removing his stockings with a great deal of amusement— the bones of his ankles, which was oddly erotic. She was very thorough. He had never been kissed so thoroughly before. By the time she settled herself between his legs, he was very erect. She did not do as he had expected, though, or as he had understood the act to be practiced, but rather began by licking every part of him thoroughly. She applied the broad flat of her tongue to his prick, which made him gasp and pant, and then to the soft skin of his scrotum, which made him writhe, and then dipping lower licked daringly at another place entirely. This caused him to rake his hand through the grass, for he had never imagined that such a thing might be so exciting. But the longer she lingered there, the more exciting it became, and by the time she penetrated him with a firm, deliberate finger while mouthing wetly at his scrotum again, he was quite ready to climax on the spot.

But Miss Absalom did not permit him this. She paused in her efforts and looked up at his moan, smiling crookedly at him. "You are so hasty," she said. "Rushing towards the final pages. You must learn to enjoy where you are in the book."

This was such a delightfully scholarly metaphor that it made Segundus moan again. But she forced him to enjoy the point where he was a great deal more, moving her finger inside him slowly, making him feel as though his whole body were throwing sparks like a lightning storm, and licking his prick in little, gentle tongue-strokes that quickly became almost tortuous.

"Oh," she said, "you are very beautiful like this, wild with your desire for release. Look at you." Indeed, she was gazing at him with fascination, touching herself with one hand. "I should make you satisfy me again before I let you have it. Would you like that?"

Segundus had to bite his lip from uttering an obscenity. He nodded his head frantically.

So with one last hard thrust of her finger and a long, wet kiss to the head of his prick, she crawled up his body and settled herself at his shoulders. She had shed her frock by this time, and was fully naked— gloriously, exquisitely, mouth-wateringly naked. There was something very imperious about the way that she spread her legs and lowered herself onto his mouth so that he could press his tongue against her. He did so fervently, parting the lips of her with his fingers working his tongue fervently where it excited her the most. At the same time she ground herself down against him, panting with the intensity of her pleasure, almost as though she were fucking his mouth. He kept making little helpless noises against her, noises that expressed how overwhelmed he was by arousal. He thought he might finish just from this, he was so desperate for it— and the sounds she made, and the wet heat of her quivering at his tongue-tip— but he did not, and when she had stiffened and said in a drugged voice, "Oh, yes— just a little more, a little more—" and climaxed shortly thereafter, she moved to take him once more with her mouth. This time she did not hold back, but applied herself with fervour, and almost immediately— feeling dazed and intoxicated— he spent.

Afterwards, they lay side by side upon the picnic cloth, naked and comfortable.

Segundus said, "You seem a scholar of the art of love as much as that of magic."

"They are surprisingly similar," Miss Absalom said. "As I told you: a form of diplomacy. You are gifted in both, I think. One must either want happiness for other creatures or to subdue them. Sometimes both. The former is your quality. Perhaps next time I see you, we will work on spellwork. If I can keep my hands off you."

Segundus quite liked the idea that she could not keep her hands off him. He had never before had this effect. He wriggled closer to her and laid his head upon her shoulder. He felt a great surge of contentment. He entirely forgot that he had been lonely, or that he was in fact asleep in Starecross in his bed, and instead breathed in the fragrance of her warm body, enjoying the sense of being wanted.

Um, woah. That was unexpectly hot. I mean, I've loved your writing all through this story, but I was really not expecting how steamy it all got in the final part. I love that you never lost sight of the angst, and that the two characters somehow managed to remain really well in character throughout.

This is such a good story, A!A! I'm thrilled you wrote it, and now I think I need to go back and read it again!

I just happen to have this moment in gif form in my drafts and now I'm really sad:

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(The way he swallows in the third one will end me.)

Sorry this is taking a bit longer than I anticipated! Believe me the King's Roads have nothing on the rabbit hole you can disappear down when you start researching Regency York and dancing. I should have part 1 at least up on Sunday.

Now back to an interesting debate between Mr Norrell and Childermass - Hannah the maid or Napoleon - who would win a duel?

This fic is just adorable and lovely in every way.

Segundus confessing to touching himself

I think we can all agree that was a particularly fine moment.

I was one of the anons cheering on this prompt, and even though I really wanted to read it, I thought it would be a difficult fic to write...really easy for it to tip over into either ick or melodrama.

You handled it beautifully, a!a, and managed to keep it perfectly on angsty/hot/so-very-wrong-yet-totally-right course throughout. I want to read it again, but I almost don't feel up to it right away. I will be back though...

Your Segundus is just the most delightful character - modest, eccentric, sweet, thoughtful, a little bit cranky and hot as hell. I think I'm in love.

I can't get the idea out of my head of Childermass by some (presumably magical) means, being turned back into a little boy. The ragged little boy he was before he became Mr Norrell's man of business - a perpetually hungry, malnourished little pickpocket who trusts nobody and expects nothing except a whipping. He doesn't need anything from anyone, and who are these strange people trying to give him clothes and baths and food? A floor's good enough for the likes of him and he's never had a bath in his life and he might take the food but he wants to know what they want in return first.

And then I want to see how other people, who didn't realise quite how bad life can be when you grow up in abject poverty, and only knew Childermass as a mostly respectable adult, deal with this.

I'm a horrible person and I'd like to see destitute little Drawlight suffering in jail. All kinds of depravity welcome, or even just angsty stuff.

And the way he blinks in the second, too! God it breaks my heart
~~My hands itch to smooth his hair and wipe blood from his face~~

This is so perfect! I'm always astonished when a writer captures a whole story in a way that seems deceptively simple, but is in fact multi-faceted and beautiful.

So very well done. All the kudos to you.

A!A here; thank you so much! I'm ever so pleased it turned out in a manner that you enjoyed! (One is never sure, you know, whether the prompt is captured correctly in another person's mind...) But it was such a joy to write and you're absolutely correct that Henry needs some more loving around here!!!

A!A here and I'm thrilled you liked it! I was difficult and I know exactly what you mean by going too far in one direction or another... it was a tricky line to walk but I'm glad you think I succeeded. (Hooray for angst!)

Yes, the blinking, oh god. And it's snowing too, he must be cold. He wasn't wearing gloves, was he? Poor Grant.

Excellent prompt!

I think is ash from the the previously burning building that Strange extinguished rather than snow, as Waterloo was fought in mid June.

Do we know how badly he'd hurt his arm? only I just realised its in a makeshift sling in these gifts.

The return of magic to England has given every ghost and haunting in the country a supercharge. Since everyone naturally blames magicians for this, they equally naturally expect the magicians to fix it. Hence every remaining magician perforce becoming expert exorcists and dispellers, whether they wanted to be or not.

To many people's surprise, given that they are often considered quite timid, Messrs Segundus and Honeyfoot turn out to have quite a talent for this. Mr Honeyfoot is as knowledgeable and well-researched a folklorist as any man in England, and Mr Segundus is usually quite sensitive to the plights of spirits, rendering him quite sympathetic and persuasive towards them. Combining these talents, they have a surprising amount of success when it comes to laying restless spirits back to rest, and become something of the go-to experts in this regard.

Alternately, go full AU if you wish it, I'd just love some tales of bravery and gentility and spooky goings-on starring this lovely pair.

Feel free to throw in any other magicians you fancy, angst, horror, maybe the pair need help for some of the more violent or malicious hauntings. I don't mind. Maybe even throw in the Raven King, since a lot of hauntings take place in ruins or abandoned places, which of course belong to him. Segundus & Honeyfoot accidentally attempting to exorcise John Uskglass would be somewhat hilarious, I think. Any and all pairings and characters are fair game, I don't mind at all.

oh my god, this is the greatest prompt. It needs to be written. Segundus and Honeyfoot trying to exorcise John Uskglass MULTIPLE TIMES and he's like really polite about it the first time but keeps getting more and more exasperated like "don't you have any actual ghosts to deal with."

Is it ash? Ah, you're right. I still want to wrap him up in a blanket and be gentle with him. He looks so unhappy.

Yes, his hand is bloody and bandaged.

Aaaaaah I love it. I LOVE Maria Absalom and her tumbledown yet very cosy house. I love Segundus' joy in lovemaking. I love his loneliness in the waking world despite making himself very useful. And I love Childermass being a pest and Segundus not appreciating how much they have in common till he's gone.

Basically LOVE.

(OP here). Hee, yes! And then they do have a ghost to deal with, and it's one of the bad ones, and it tries to very comprehensively murder them in one of his buildings, and John Uskglass suddenly decides he's not having that at all, excuse you. Come pick on a magician your own size, beastie!

Or something like that, anything at all. I will honestly take anything involving those two being brave and purposeful and terrified (and silly) in a haunted location.

I love this idea! So much potential. Brilliant prompt, OP.

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☆ Round Two!

Re: FILL: Over the Mountains, 1/1

FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (5/?)

From your OP

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Re: Norrell/Childermass - dance practice A!AUpdate

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (5/?)

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (4/?)

Re: Fill: A Strange Madness, Part 3c (of 3). Complete

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (5/?)

Childermass is de-aged

Drawlight in debtors prison

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Re: FILL: Little Distractions [1/1]

Re: From your OP

Re: Fill: A Strange Madness, Part 3c (of 3). Complete

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Re: Drawlight in debtors prison

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Segundus & Honeyfoot, Ghost Hunters

Re: Segundus & Honeyfoot, Ghost Hunters

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Re: Strange/Grant h/c after Waterloo

Re: FILL: John Segundus/Maria Absalom, Dream Seduction (5/?)

Re: Segundus & Honeyfoot, Ghost Hunters

Re: Segundus & Honeyfoot, Ghost Hunters