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☆ Round Two!
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jsmn_kinkmeme!Below are some basic guidelines, but please make sure you also check out our complete Rules & Guidelines.
Guidelines:
■ Anonymously comment with your request – a character/pairing/nthsome, and a kink or prompt.
■ Only one prompt per post.
■ Fillers please link your fills in the Fills Post!
■ Have fun! :)
Keep in mind:
■ Any kinks welcomed!
■ The fill/request does not need to be sexual or porny.
■ Multiple fills are allowed.
■ Fills can be any sort of creative work: fic, art, song, photomanip, etc.
■ Beware of spoilers! Prompters and requesters are encouraged to warn for spoilers, but this rule is not enforced.
■ Warning for non-con, dub-con, abuse, slurs/language, and other potentially disturbing subjects is encouraged but be aware we do not enforce this.
■ Would fillers please make sure when posting a fill in multiple parts that they thread their comments by replying to previous parts.
Links:
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☆ Previous Rounds: Round One
Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-09-09 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)That's all this anon wants to know :)
Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-09-10 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-09-10 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)FILL Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)1: Lascelles and insolence
For Mr Lascelles, the benefits of being known as the friend of Mr Norrell were offset by a number of irritations. Mr Norrell’s fussiness was one such example, but did at least have the advantage of driving away other company that might be a competition.
Unfortunately there were no advantages to be found with Childermass. He was the chief annoyance for Mr Lascelles, for his damnable influence over Norrell and his irritating personal habits. For a man who could not tolerate anything that was not beautiful, a man who wore coats twenty years out of date and had lank hair draped over his face was a torment. Nor did the oaf manage to be unobtrusive and invisible like any decent servant. Childermass was always present, an eternal presence lurking in the corner of rooms and eavesdropping on private conversations. To add insult to injury the man had a terrible habit of lolling about, leaning on walls and furniture like a disobedient cat. It was sheer insolence, in the mind of Mr Lascelles, to lean there as though he cared nothing for anybody. It suggested an arrogant disregard for proper rank. It was untidy. It was infuriating.
Lascelles had had perfect posture drilled into him from his nursery days. His mother had disliked any hint of his being less than perfectly turned out when she saw him. Every movement and pose he made was carefully studied to ensure no inelegance or lack of grace could mar his appearance. Childermass was an affront to everything Lascelles thought proper. It almost made him want to hurt the man, to push him down when he leaned against the desk, to do some violence to him when he leaned against the wall, mocking everyone and everything.
When Mr Norrell finally chose between them, Mr Lascelles was heartily glad to be done with Childermass and his insolent leaning forever.
2: Sir Walter Pole and illness
When Emma had been restored to life and vitality, Sir Walter had retained a lingering fear of illness. Illness was unpredictable. It had so very nearly ruined even his careful planning. When he first encountered Norrell’s man of business, Childermass or whatever his name was, he had felt an instinctive fear. The man’s pallor, which made his eyes very dark and bruised looking, and his habit of always leaning against something or sitting down reminded him of Emma when she had first been ill. She too had been pale and prone to lying on a couch in the afternoon or leaning heavily on his arm when walking to a carriage.
At first, Sir Walter kept his distance and felt alarmed at Mr Norrell being so much in his company, but over time it became apparent that the man grew no worse and no others suffered in a similar fashion (as had been the case with Emma’s maid). Nor did he suffer from the cough that had been so troubling to Emma. Sir Walter assumed that whatever affliction the man suffered from was probably some chronic malady of the poor and was prepared to ignore it so long as it did not impinge on any of his duties or Mr Norrell’s work.
3: Strange and ill-fitting boots
When Jonathan returned from the Peninsula he found it rather difficult to concentrate on his studies with Mr Norrell. Dry, dull books seemed drier and duller than ever in comparison to practical magic done under fire. His attention wandered. He began to notice the interruptions and other business going on around him as an excuse to look up from his books.
He watched Childermass as he went about his work and noticed, for the first time, that there was something strange about him, with his cards, his secret business for Norrell and his strange resemblance to some of the soldiers in the Peninsula. This last thought took him by surprise, because he had never considered that Childermass might once have been a soldier. He had a distinctly un-military bearing and spent much of his time leaning against walls or desks. In fact, Strange realised suddenly, he was much more like the common soldiers when they had worn out their boots. The way they would lean against anything that came to hand to rest one foot after another, or sit whenever opportunity arose and take the weight off their feet. Once he came to this conclusion it gave him a certain satisfaction. How very like Mr Norrell, to pay so much for books and his own comfort and let his servant go about in bad boots!
Re: FILL Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-10-23 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Mr Norrell’s house was in great disorder after Childermass had been shot. In such times of crisis, the other servants would have looked to Childermass to manage the situation (and Mr Norrell) but he was insensible and the organisation fell on Lucas’ shoulders instead. When Lady Pole had been removed, the other visitors had departed and Mr Norrell had sequestered himself in his library with a dish of tea, the servants at last had time to tidy away the evidence of the catastrophe and come to terms with what had befallen their leader.
Everyone below stairs was quieter and more strained than usual. It was so late in the evening that all the proper order had been overturned. There was a great deal of bloodied linen and other debris to be cleared from the servants’ hall, where the impromptu surgery had taken place, and Dido was weeping freely as she presided over a boiling tub with Childermass’ stained shirt soaking in it. Matthew had discarded his footman’s uniform and was scrubbing the bloodied table with salt while Lucy mopped the floor. Maids and manservants milled about, talking over their shock and worry.
Hannah had been set to watch Childermass, who was running a fever and inclined to be very restless. Lucas had just been thinking of sending everybody to bed when she ran down the stairs in a fright, for Childermass was talking very wildly of magic and could not be calmed.
None of those who cared for Childermass would go to bed now they feared for his life. They sat up in the servants’ hall, where Lucas permitted them to warm some wine, and watched over Childermass in shifts. Lucas made sure that two people were with him at all times: one to sit with him and one to run for help should it be necessary. Childermass was a strong man and they feared he would pull open his stitches in his fever. When it was Lucas’ turn he found it reminiscent of nursing his sick father through his last illness and it made him gentler when he lifted Childermass to take his dose of laudanum. Childermass seemed almost lucid in the way he looked at Lucas but his words, muttered very fast in Lucas’ ear, were incomprehensible nonsense about magic in the square and magic roads.
It was only when Childermass was quiet again that Lucas had leisure to consider his words and the events of the day. The odd behaviour before the shooting made sense if it had been magic affecting Childermass. Lucas looked at the sleeping face before him, brow furrowed in pain, and thought that Childermass must be a very brave man indeed to work for a magician if magic brought on all sorts of faintness and dizzy spells. Was that why the poor man was always propped against the wall as though he might slide over if not supported? Why would he put himself through such a thing?
Lucas shook his head, for such behaviour was beyond understanding. Instead of puzzling over it further he took Childermass’ hand and set to talking in what he hoped would be a calm and soothing way, telling him all about Lucy upsetting the coal scuttle and the other business of the day.
Re: FILL Re: Why does Childermass lean on things?
(Anonymous) 2015-10-23 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)Dido had a brother who was a sailor. She did not mention him often to the other servants but she was quietly very proud of him. He was a gunner at present, serving his majesty in the war. She also feared for him greatly, because one heard such dreadful things about ships at sea and the battles they faced. She did not see him often, but once when she mentioned him to Childermass he had given her a whole two days leave to meet him when his ship came in.
Sometimes she would ask Childermass to read the cards for her, to find out if her brother was well. He talked to her sometimes, of what life was like on a ship of the line. He knew about how cannon were fired, hard tack and rum rations, how it was to sleep in a hammock swaying with each wave and how the sea rushed beneath the prow when there was a good wind behind her. She thought he must have been a sailor once. He never said one way or another, half denying it when she pressed, but surely he must have been at sea to know such things. He walked like he had been to sea too. Her brother rolled when he walked on shore and said it was because he was too used to the movement of the deck. He also wedged himself against things, as though he expected the floor to leap up suddenly and dislodge him while he filled his pipe or drank his ale. It was not so pronounced in Childermass but some of those same quirks were there.
When the newspapers were full of naval battles, she let Childermass read them to her and explain what they meant and was comforted that if he had survived and come home, her brother might too.