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[August 5] [Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell] A Certain Kind of Love
Title: A Certain Kind of Love
Day/Theme: August 5 / A boy
Series: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Character/Pairing: Sort-of implied Stephen Black/the evil fairy.
Rating: PG
A Certain Kind of Love
Stephen Black was, by comparison, really no more than a boy. Granted, he was a handsome, remarkably kingly sort of a boy, but still nowhere near equal in the cold eyes of this particular gentleman, who found it exceedingly difficult to accept any individual as his “equal” at all – and certainly not a human. Mortals were fools, magic nearly gone from England, formerly the home of the greatest magicians of all the ages: Stokesey, Pale, Uskglass. It was quite unsettling to the gentleman that Stephen Black lived in this place, and he came to accept it as merely misfortune that this most regal of individuals happened to be of a separate race, and time allowed him to nearly obliterate such prejudices. Stephen was unaware of his power, and doubted the destiny the gentleman knew was so clear, and so true.
Unlike boys in the traditional sense of the word, Stephen was quiet, always thinking and observing. The gentleman found it difficult to pry into his mind, and had since given up on doing so. It was far more interesting to guess what a mortal might be thinking than actually knowing, and with this one, amusingly difficult.
Did Stephen fear him? No. The gentleman refused to believe it.
Why should he fear someone who loved him as the silver-haired fairy did? And love Stephen he did. Why else would he show Stephen such treasures as he kept at Lost-hope, or try to find his true name, or find the crown and orb and sceptre, silver and perfect? Why else would he so passionately devote himself to someone so far beneath him? Yes, this was love, no matter how frequently Stephen avoided his gaze.
The fairy knew very well that young boys can never quite grasp the whole picture, and it displeased him greatly to find such a clear example so close.
Stephen would, of course, understand in time. After all, this gentleman, knowing himself to be clever, exceedingly handsome, and impossibly talented, knew that he was never wrong.
Day/Theme: August 5 / A boy
Series: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Character/Pairing: Sort-of implied Stephen Black/the evil fairy.
Rating: PG
Stephen Black was, by comparison, really no more than a boy. Granted, he was a handsome, remarkably kingly sort of a boy, but still nowhere near equal in the cold eyes of this particular gentleman, who found it exceedingly difficult to accept any individual as his “equal” at all – and certainly not a human. Mortals were fools, magic nearly gone from England, formerly the home of the greatest magicians of all the ages: Stokesey, Pale, Uskglass. It was quite unsettling to the gentleman that Stephen Black lived in this place, and he came to accept it as merely misfortune that this most regal of individuals happened to be of a separate race, and time allowed him to nearly obliterate such prejudices. Stephen was unaware of his power, and doubted the destiny the gentleman knew was so clear, and so true.
Unlike boys in the traditional sense of the word, Stephen was quiet, always thinking and observing. The gentleman found it difficult to pry into his mind, and had since given up on doing so. It was far more interesting to guess what a mortal might be thinking than actually knowing, and with this one, amusingly difficult.
Did Stephen fear him? No. The gentleman refused to believe it.
Why should he fear someone who loved him as the silver-haired fairy did? And love Stephen he did. Why else would he show Stephen such treasures as he kept at Lost-hope, or try to find his true name, or find the crown and orb and sceptre, silver and perfect? Why else would he so passionately devote himself to someone so far beneath him? Yes, this was love, no matter how frequently Stephen avoided his gaze.
The fairy knew very well that young boys can never quite grasp the whole picture, and it displeased him greatly to find such a clear example so close.
Stephen would, of course, understand in time. After all, this gentleman, knowing himself to be clever, exceedingly handsome, and impossibly talented, knew that he was never wrong.