X-posted to fic_on_demand
Jun. 27th, 2006 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
person4Title: Separation
Fandom: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell
Pairing: Jonathan/Arabella
Notes: For June fic-a-day
It would be a hundred years until he was free again, the fairy he'd met the night he'd entered the manor of The Man With the Thistledown Hair had told him, but he couldn't believe that. He had to keep working, keep searching Norrell's books for a way to return back to the world he'd left behind.
Had it been not that long ago, before he'd discovered that Arabella was alive, before she'd been restored to the world she'd been torn to, he wouldn't have cared whether her stayed in the darkness for ten years, or a hundred, or for eternity. His life then had in itself been darkness, and such gloomy surroundings were only fitting for it.
Of course, had it not been that long ago he wouldn't have been cursed in such a way to begin with.
He had told Arabella not to live like a widow, and he had meant it. He didn't wish to picture her dressed in a mourner's black, pale and subdued, being drawn into her grief the way he had into his. She should always be lively, and easy to laugh, and passionate.
And she should be in his arms, should never have left them. They shouldn't need to wait a hundred years to be reunited at last.
Fandom: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell
Pairing: Jonathan/Arabella
Notes: For June fic-a-day
It would be a hundred years until he was free again, the fairy he'd met the night he'd entered the manor of The Man With the Thistledown Hair had told him, but he couldn't believe that. He had to keep working, keep searching Norrell's books for a way to return back to the world he'd left behind.
Had it been not that long ago, before he'd discovered that Arabella was alive, before she'd been restored to the world she'd been torn to, he wouldn't have cared whether her stayed in the darkness for ten years, or a hundred, or for eternity. His life then had in itself been darkness, and such gloomy surroundings were only fitting for it.
Of course, had it not been that long ago he wouldn't have been cursed in such a way to begin with.
He had told Arabella not to live like a widow, and he had meant it. He didn't wish to picture her dressed in a mourner's black, pale and subdued, being drawn into her grief the way he had into his. She should always be lively, and easy to laugh, and passionate.
And she should be in his arms, should never have left them. They shouldn't need to wait a hundred years to be reunited at last.