James Fitzjames is a bad pun. It's why even now gin makes me ill. He paid off a man who was blackmailing Sir John Barrow's son and saved the Barrow family name, and the Admiralty would have given him any command he wished. Do you judge me harshly? For what I've done? For what I had to do? He is in his room, listening to a man's life, and he doesn't know if this has happened, is happening, or will happen.
Ah. He understands it now. They are not brothers, they are a coin. There is Crozier, in profile, looking out at the unknown. And there is Fitzjames, with Britannia's shield, trident in hand. And there is Strange, coin in hand, flipping it in the air, calling it before it lands. He feels the weight in his pocket. And so, Strange does what he did for the other half of the coin. He reaches up to Fitzjames's face and, while giving him a sympathetic smile, starts to wipe the tears away with his thumb
As he looks up at Fitzjames, Strange sees the various faces of him start to crack. There is a candle back there. Good. Perhaps that is what he needed to see. He certainly feels more sturdy having seen it.
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Date: 2020-07-16 09:47 pm (UTC)Ah. He understands it now. They are not brothers, they are a coin. There is Crozier, in profile, looking out at the unknown. And there is Fitzjames, with Britannia's shield, trident in hand. And there is Strange, coin in hand, flipping it in the air, calling it before it lands. He feels the weight in his pocket. And so, Strange does what he did for the other half of the coin. He reaches up to Fitzjames's face and, while giving him a sympathetic smile, starts to wipe the tears away with his thumb
As he looks up at Fitzjames, Strange sees the various faces of him start to crack. There is a candle back there. Good. Perhaps that is what he needed to see. He certainly feels more sturdy having seen it.