Prompt Post 2

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• MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing.  This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not

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Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[anonymous]

“Ha!” Cpt. Aquilaine refilled his brandy glass with a vigor, splashing fat drops liquid onto his oriental carpeting. “Queen Victoria is the exception that heartily proves my rule. Women are fickle, emotional, treacherous, scheming, vain, greedy, and prone to lying. They burst into tears at the slightest provocation, waste money on bangles and feathers and slippers, fall into fits and fainting spells when their bad conduct is brought to bear, and serve no good purpose but to birth the next generation of humans. They do not even look attractive; all curves and softness. Give me the company of men any day. Men are straight, tall, proud, direct, reasonable, clever, rational and serious in their intentions. Plato was right to think men should keep the company of one another and leave women in the house to carry children and pray

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[poziomeczka]

FRIDAY IS JUST THE BEST DAY!! I WAS RUNNING HOME FROM THE LIBRARY LIKE THE WIND HOPING YOU'VE UPDATED!

AHHH. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING TO COME HOME TO INDEED.

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[misspamela]

I honestly woke up this morning thinking, "Oooh! Friday! Passion and Profession update!" And you did not disappoint, anon! I could not love this story more. I am so completely immersed in the details and the men's emotions and they are so freaking REAL and complex and oh god, ICU Marcus, bringing the Greeks into it!

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[coeurdesoleil]

Every update to this is the best update EVER.
This is stellar!

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[nachekana]

Women turned Marcus gay by their fickleness. I feel stupidly proud.

Also, favorite sentence ever:

"The recollection that he had once been something other than eternally cold, stern and distant frightened him into prayer."

St John is so fucked in the head (to put it in a more contemporary wording), it is delicious to read about his mind!

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[floatxxaway]

OHMY~ this is the most engaging read. sigh I love this so much. Their bonding, the dialogue, the progression of this, and --*swoon* <3

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 4e/?

[anonymous]

thank you thank you thank you! I'm super-glad the OP is liking it, because I always feel stupid when the OP's like whatev--boring.

I cannot believe how much I'm enjoying writing this. My knowledge of British India has grown from "it's in India" to Army uniforms, currency crises, early abolition movements... so much. Making my head swim, but in a good way :)

I wanted to throw in canon!Esca, but so far that's been limited to Cpt. Aquilaine "saving his life" and St. John saying he's in the Captain's debt. We shall see. The story's got a mind of its own, and has already wandered off the path. But that's good :p

(and, yeah, the tentacles... that happened. IDEK.)

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5a/?

[anonymous]

Many thanks to everyone who's reading, enjoying and commenting so far!

Chapter 5

In which the Rev. St. John travels to the Indian Countryside, meets a Boorish Man, drinks Pale Ale, and finds himself unaccountably troubled by the Greek Aesthetic.The next morning St. John awoke still unsettled by the prior night's conversation. He did not know if he should present some sort of an apology for his too-direct rebuff, take offense at the earthy discussion of Greeks and Captain's assumptions as to his own nature, acknowledge-at least privately-that the Captain was a more perceptive man than he had previously given credit for, or ignore the entire episode under the theory that least said, soonest mended

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5b/?

[anonymous]

The plantation, in all its imperial glory, offended St. John from the first moment he set eyes on it. The showy opulence of the main drive leading to the manor, paved brick that ran over acres of manicured lawn to the white-columned porch (if the humble word porch can be affixed to such an elaborate colonnade), the decadence of the rooms draped with tiger skins, ivory tusks and the stuffed heads of a legion of deceased animals, the elegant hardwood floors and furniture overwhelmed by gilt and gems and silken tassels, the fawning servility of an army of barefoot natives waving fans and opening doors or simply standing in the corners, enforced uselessness a testament to their lord's wealth and taste-the corruption of power and luxury saturated every inch of the place. The Officer's Club seemed positively monastic in comparison

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5c/?

[anonymous]

“St. John. If you please.” He had no desire to speak a word more than necessary for the bare minimum of courtesy.

The Corporal laughed. “St. John-Tragedy!-although I suppose in a man of the cloth it is more fitting than Judas or Lucifer or Nero. Ah, St. John. Siiihn-Jiiihn.” He drew out St. John's name and laughed again, presumably under the impression that he was witty.

“Pray enlighten me as to your name, Corporal?”

Cpl. Fitzpatrick looked coolly at him for a brief moment, then sighed dramatically. “I am also cursed with a religious name, Siiihn-Jiiihn. My maternal grandmother, the Contessa di Monferrato, was very stubborn and insisted on naming me after my papist saint's day. Really, what can you expect from an Italian? She christened me Placido to my eternal disgrace, because I assure you I am no Catholic, and any man caught calling me such shall taste my fists for dinner. Alas, che sera sera. But at the least I can say Placido is better than 'Marcus'; the thought of passing through this mortal world with a Hessian's name?

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5d/?

[anonymous]

Cpt. Aquilaine paused a long moment, worrying at his fingernails. “And if I did do something that needed forgiving? Would you grant me that

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5e/?

[anonymous]

“Captain, what have they given us to wash down our food? It does not look like wine.”

Cpt. Aquilaine twisted off the wires lashing the cork in place and sniffed. A slow, happy look spread across his tanned face. “Beer, Reverend! Probably made dans la maison, and now we have a reason to be genuinely grateful to our host. It is an Indian pale ale-do you know much of beer

Fill: Passion and Profession, 5f/?

[anonymous]

He is walking through the labyrinth; the hedges loom overhead and have grown so close to the heavens that only flashes of sunlight can be seen, dappling his cloak with bright patches of yellow. The grass beneath his feet glows green like it did by the river. He carries a bocce ball, the red one with the white stripe, as red as the Captain's army coat, but it smells sweet like a ripening apple, or maybe it is like the apple Eve offered to Adam, crisp rind but rotten flesh. He holds it gently so it does not bruise. Every step he takes gives such gratification that his feet compel him to walk despite his mind's fearing what he will find in the end. His heart beats faster in his breast; he stands at a corner and burns to know what is on the other side. He rounds the corner. Marcus stands in the center of the labyrinth, fresh from the lake, naked but for his breeches and dripping wet, but St. John does not wonder at this because he is standing on a cliff, on the edge staring at the ocean below and wants to lean over and see better the

Re: Fill: Passion and Profession, 5f/?

[misspamela]