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femslashficlets2015-08-08 05:38 pm
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#019 - A Settled Situation (Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell)
Title: A Settled Situation
Fandom: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Pairing: Arabella Strange/Flora Greysteel
Rating: G
Prompt: #019 - home
Word Count: 400
Note: This doesn't really fit with my previous Arabella/Flora ficlets. I'm still developing my preferred post-canon timeline for them.
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Upon her return to England, Arabella Strange discovered she no longer had a residence in Shropshire, nor in London, for her husband had seen fit to take them with him wherever he had chosen to go with his former master Mr Norrell and their Pillar of Eternal Night. Arabella did think Jonathan would have done well to consult with her before taking such a rash measure, but then he had always been impulsive. Her friends the Greysteels assured her they had every intention of considering her part of their own household.
"I am not so destitute as you think!" Arabella laughed. She was seated in the Greysteels' drawing-room between Flora and Aunt Greysteel. A merry morning sun glinted on the silverware. "Mr Strange did not choose to abstract our funds from the bank, or his possessions in Shropshire apart from the house. Presumably there is no shortage of banknotes or farmland in Faerie, but comfortable country houses are considered a traveling gentleman's essentials."
Flora's hand sought hers and squeezed it. Arabella smiled fondly back into her large, anxious eyes. "Naturally you would have other friends to seek out, now," said Flora. "We have rather been monopolizing you."
"Do not think me ungrateful. There is no-one I'd rather have building trade barricades around me."
"Is there not?" said Flora, and then quickly added, "Is your carriage coming at noon or half-past noon? I seem to have forgotten."
Arabella suppressed a laugh, though she was very much afraid Dr Greysteel caught it and did not approve. Flora was the dearest of girls, but her attempts at subtlety tended towards unwittingly comical. "Come, my love, try to remember it is noon. I won't have you two thirds into a chapter in some magical text-book when it's time to leave. I've had that quarrel often enough."
"Me? But..."
"You will be coming with me, of course. Oh, Flora, don't argue. Lady Pole is a dark and enchanting lady with a gaze that will skewer weak men. You will adore her at first sight."
Dr Greysteel coughed and Aunt Greysteel managed an exclamation.
"Arabella!" said Flora. Her tone was disapproving, but her eyes sparkled.
"And when we have met her and adored her, we shall come back home," Arabella added pointedly, "and indulge ourselves by adoring each other until tea."
"My dear Mrs Strange," said Flora, "I see you are quite determined. Noon it is."
Fandom: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Pairing: Arabella Strange/Flora Greysteel
Rating: G
Prompt: #019 - home
Word Count: 400
Note: This doesn't really fit with my previous Arabella/Flora ficlets. I'm still developing my preferred post-canon timeline for them.
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Upon her return to England, Arabella Strange discovered she no longer had a residence in Shropshire, nor in London, for her husband had seen fit to take them with him wherever he had chosen to go with his former master Mr Norrell and their Pillar of Eternal Night. Arabella did think Jonathan would have done well to consult with her before taking such a rash measure, but then he had always been impulsive. Her friends the Greysteels assured her they had every intention of considering her part of their own household.
"I am not so destitute as you think!" Arabella laughed. She was seated in the Greysteels' drawing-room between Flora and Aunt Greysteel. A merry morning sun glinted on the silverware. "Mr Strange did not choose to abstract our funds from the bank, or his possessions in Shropshire apart from the house. Presumably there is no shortage of banknotes or farmland in Faerie, but comfortable country houses are considered a traveling gentleman's essentials."
Flora's hand sought hers and squeezed it. Arabella smiled fondly back into her large, anxious eyes. "Naturally you would have other friends to seek out, now," said Flora. "We have rather been monopolizing you."
"Do not think me ungrateful. There is no-one I'd rather have building trade barricades around me."
"Is there not?" said Flora, and then quickly added, "Is your carriage coming at noon or half-past noon? I seem to have forgotten."
Arabella suppressed a laugh, though she was very much afraid Dr Greysteel caught it and did not approve. Flora was the dearest of girls, but her attempts at subtlety tended towards unwittingly comical. "Come, my love, try to remember it is noon. I won't have you two thirds into a chapter in some magical text-book when it's time to leave. I've had that quarrel often enough."
"Me? But..."
"You will be coming with me, of course. Oh, Flora, don't argue. Lady Pole is a dark and enchanting lady with a gaze that will skewer weak men. You will adore her at first sight."
Dr Greysteel coughed and Aunt Greysteel managed an exclamation.
"Arabella!" said Flora. Her tone was disapproving, but her eyes sparkled.
"And when we have met her and adored her, we shall come back home," Arabella added pointedly, "and indulge ourselves by adoring each other until tea."
"My dear Mrs Strange," said Flora, "I see you are quite determined. Noon it is."
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