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coprime_recs) wrote2007-02-14 03:25 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2007-02-14 03:25 pm
Mysterious Island: Casus et Certum by rainbowjehan
Casus et Certum (Cyrus/Ayrton, Pencroff/Ayrton | PG | 5,335 words): Ayrton angsts about his place among Lincoln Island's inhabitants. I love everything about this so very, very much. The Mysterious Island may be my favorite book ever. And, given that Jules Verne really doesn't have a fandom, I didn't think I'd ever find anything. But I did! And it is good! It is, in fact, better than good because it is well-characterized and beautiful and completely captures the feel of the novel. And, oh, Ayrton. He's so conflicted and guilt-ridden over everything, and I just want him to be happy.
Excerpt:
"Ah, well, you'll get another shot at him, I expect," said Pencroff, with a purposeful nod.
"We might only hope that he doesn't," Mr. Spilett admonished from above Ayrton's head. "It would be better for all of us if there were no more need to go on shooting."
"But that's impossible. Now they know we're here, they'll hardly stop short of trying to kill us, will they?" Pencroff demanded.
"Certainly not. Nevertheless, Pencroff, you ought to stop wishing things on Ayrton when you've no idea what he wants. Now, hand me that roll of bandage."
Pencroff complied, and then sat quietly for a bit, watching the two of them thoughtfully. Ayrton observed that he had blue eyes. At last, Pencroff got up and went out, throwing an amiable 'Well then, I shall see you in a while' over his shoulder. Ayrton craned his head around, trying to be unobtrusive and catch a look at Mr. Spilett at the same time. Mr. Spilett looked back at him with slightly amused and slightly exasperated expression on his face.
"Don't mind Pencroff, Ayrton. He doesn't realise--"
"I don't mind it, Mr. Spilett. It's all right."
"Very well. Here, hold still, and I shall be done in a moment."
Afterwards, when he'd been tended to and approved of and there was nothing they needed him for because they must wait until dawn came to see whether the pirates' ship had gone, he went out to the door and sat in the vine-covered elevator, his long legs dangling over the side. It was, perhaps, a risk, but the elevator was well-concealed, and he wanted to be out in the open. He had no right to be in Granite House.
Excerpt:
"Ah, well, you'll get another shot at him, I expect," said Pencroff, with a purposeful nod.
"We might only hope that he doesn't," Mr. Spilett admonished from above Ayrton's head. "It would be better for all of us if there were no more need to go on shooting."
"But that's impossible. Now they know we're here, they'll hardly stop short of trying to kill us, will they?" Pencroff demanded.
"Certainly not. Nevertheless, Pencroff, you ought to stop wishing things on Ayrton when you've no idea what he wants. Now, hand me that roll of bandage."
Pencroff complied, and then sat quietly for a bit, watching the two of them thoughtfully. Ayrton observed that he had blue eyes. At last, Pencroff got up and went out, throwing an amiable 'Well then, I shall see you in a while' over his shoulder. Ayrton craned his head around, trying to be unobtrusive and catch a look at Mr. Spilett at the same time. Mr. Spilett looked back at him with slightly amused and slightly exasperated expression on his face.
"Don't mind Pencroff, Ayrton. He doesn't realise--"
"I don't mind it, Mr. Spilett. It's all right."
"Very well. Here, hold still, and I shall be done in a moment."
Afterwards, when he'd been tended to and approved of and there was nothing they needed him for because they must wait until dawn came to see whether the pirates' ship had gone, he went out to the door and sat in the vine-covered elevator, his long legs dangling over the side. It was, perhaps, a risk, but the elevator was well-concealed, and he wanted to be out in the open. He had no right to be in Granite House.