momebie: (Architect William)
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Original fiction.
~1500 words.
The Steampunk-verse.
For [livejournal.com profile] theemdash.



1.

“Do you think I made the appropriate impression?” William fiddled with the lace at the end of his sleeve and looked about the crowded parlor room, scanning it to find Jon Henley. He’d wanted to please him. It was important to William to become someone important, which he fully believed Jon could do for him.

“I think you made an impression,” Edmund said.

He was rather brazenly wearing a smug grin that William felt was definitely inappropriate for the occasion. Then again, he admittedly didn’t quite know what was appropriate for the occasion, hence the question. Sometimes he hated everyone he knew.

“Smooth,” Nate said. He donned his hat and started patting about the lapels of his jacket, searching for his cigarette case. “Not quite as…worldly as you could have been, though.”

“Worldly?”

“I’ve found, in my dealings about the Opera house, that it is polite to kiss the knuckles of your betters when you greet them.” He found the cigarette case and pulled one out, tapping the tip of it gently on the smooth silver back absentmindedly. “Did you kiss him, Mr. Claxton?”

Edmund choked around a laugh and William felt his ears going red. The silk lining of his jacket suddenly felt as constricting as any male corset. “He’s not my type,” William said.

“It’s hardly about types, my good man,” Nate said. “And I’m off.” William watched him disappear into the crowd.

Edmund crowded in next to him and draped his arm across William’s shoulders. “I’ll buy you a whole bottle of that disgusting Sarmillian plum wine you like so much if you do it.”

“Once a man has tried to kill you with a priceless vase, it’s a little late for first impressions,” William said.

“Don’t you think it’s time we left for the evening?”

William looked at Edmund, who was still carefully composed and smug. “Sod it,” William said. He stalked through the parlor and out into the foyer, leaving Edmund behind. When he finally found Jon Henley the man was surrounded by other people. William stood at the edge of the group for a moment, composing himself. He then did something he had told himself he would never do and let a stereotype get the better of him. He flounced into the center of the circle, letting his cane lead the way.

“Mr. Claxton,” Jon said, eyebrow raised.

“Mr. Henley,” William said. He reached out and grasped at Jon’s naked hand, holding it firmly in his gloved fingers. “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance this evening. I look forward our next meeting.” And there, in front of everyone, William brought Jon’s fingers to his lips and gave them a quick, dry kiss. Then, without looking up into Jon’s face again, he bowed his way out of the circle and shot for the door.

“Dandies,” he heard Jon say behind him, and the crowd laughed: quietly, politely, conspiratorially.

“I’d say you’ve left an impression now,” Edmund said, clapping his hand down on William’s shaking shoulder and wheeling him off the porch and down to where their horses were stabled.

“I think,” William said carefully, “that if I work for him, I’m going to become someone different than who I mean to be.”

2.

It had been a whirlwind six months, working for Jon Henley as one of his Architects. William learned more than he thought there was to know about the way politics worked and how to get people to do the things he wanted. Edmund was still the deadliest blade in their group, but William had become the most graceful, and as such had made himself as useful to Mr. Henley as he imagined he could be.

And he was the most graceful. He prided himself in being carefully put together at all times. He liked the way Jon looked at him when he first entered the room. He felt petted and approved of whenever Jon would give him one of his slight nods. “Thank you,” he assumed it to mean. “You’re perfect.”

The fact that that woman had joined the group did not make things different. Her golden hair and her demure lips and the swell of her hips were nothing when compared to the sword William kept in his cane. Feminine wiles did not a conspirator make. So why did Jon now nod in her direction when she entered the room. As if she’d done more than sleep with Nate Ayre and frustrate that Dawes boy. Not that he couldn’t appreciate anything that frustrated Derek Dawes. But still….

William needed to do something drastic. He needed to get himself noticed again. And since carving her heart out and delivering it to Jon with the evening report seemed a little drastic, he settled on something a little more subtle.

“Mr. Claxton,” Jon said, as William entered the main drawing room on the airship. Jon was already seated, preparing for the unmooring that he had never really gotten used to.

William noted the distinct lack of an appreciative nod and straightened up. “Mr. Henley,” he said, stepping forward. He leaned in and grasped Jon’s forearm, pulling him forward in his chair. Then he swooped down and left a small kiss on Jon’s cheek.

Jon froze. William smiled and leaned back, releasing his grip on Jon’s forearm. There was a cough at the door and William turned, taking a step to the side, just in time to see Tom Bridgman back out of the room with a tip of his hat. William smiled at him. After all, there was nothing unusual happening, just a guard dog greeting his master in the appropriate manner.

The silence between them evaporated as the airship’s engines were cranked and prepared for takeoff. William watched as Jon slid back in his seat and gripped hard at the arms of his chair. “The report, Mr. Claxton,” he said in a tight voice.

3.

They were drunk. Edmund disgracefully so, but William wasn’t far behind him. Technically they didn’t have nights off. The job of revolutionary wasn’t one that came with an office or routine, so in general it suited them to be as sharp as they could whenever possible. Some nights though, some nights you just needed to let your hair down.

The necklace at William’s throat was spinning, receiving a message. “You,” he said, pulling at the waist of the woman closest to Edmund. She giggled and fell back into him. He gave her his widest, most charming smile and said “do you have a looking glass on you, my dear?”

“You’re still the prettiest in the land, Will,” Edmund crowed, and pinched the breast of the girl in his lap. She shrieked compliantly.

“No,” William said. “I believe it’s the boss.”

“Ah, that familiar stirring in your heart, then?”

“Almost surely,” William said. The girl handed her mirror over and William took it over to the fire. He unbuttoned his shirt down to his stomach and pulled it and the lapel of his jacket aside, holding the mirror up so that he could clearly see his left collar bone. There they were, the familiar raised bumps on his chest in the code that only the Architects knew. Morse code for the devil himself. “I believe we’re being summoned,” he said.

“Let the bastard bring his arse down here where it’s warm and comfortable,” Edmund said.

“The bastard shouldn’t have to bring his arse anywhere.”

William turned around quickly, almost tripping over his heel. “Mr. Henley,” he said. “Jon.”

“Has this fine young man come to join the party?” said the girl in Edmund’s lap.

“I’ve come to join nothing. You are needed, Wilson,” he said to Edmund. “If you’re finished polishing your saber you can clean yourself up and meet Mr. Bridgman outside.”

Edmund frowned and stood, carefully pushing the girl from his lap. She gave a small pout, but he tapped the end of her nose with his finger and spared her a smile. “I’ll be back for you,” he said. To Jon he said, “you could use a little polish yourself, careful you don’t tarnish.” Then he stomped from the room.

Jon stared at William expectantly. Do something, William thought. You have an audience. What would get the greatest reaction?

“What a pleasure this is,” William said. He tripped forward toward Jon as foppishly as he could manage in his already disoriented state. “You are always welcome in our home.” With that William clasped Jon’s neck in both of his hands and dragged him bodily forward, laying a wet, welcoming kiss on Jon’s lips.

The girls clapped and cheered. Jon stood very, very still as William let him go and stepped back, grinning for all the world like a street mutt that had just found a bone.

“You forget your place, Mr. Claxton. And you do it often.”

William let his lips fall, drawing himself in and trying to look more serious. “You forget that you wouldn’t have your place if I knew mine.”


This bit of fiction was written for the Second Chance Topic: No Man Is a Hero to His Valet at [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol. I realize this is kind of ridiculous, even for me, so you know, let me know if you were amused. As always, all comments and questions are welcome.

Date: 2011-05-18 06:46 pm (UTC)
yachiru: (villain)
From: [personal profile] yachiru
I was hoping you'd get this done! I think it's almost whimsical and clever. And kinda hot. I think the way you paced this made it a breeze to read.

Date: 2011-05-18 07:06 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Default)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
This is about as off the cuff as it gets around here at Casa de KL, since I wrote it between meetings about other people's messes. Thank you for reading it! I'm glad it amused. ♥

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Date: 2011-05-18 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] basric.livejournal.com
I loved it well done. And you were ready to give a a few weeks ago. Look at you now.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:29 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Supernatural Sam and Dean WEEEE)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Look at me go! No hands!

Date: 2011-05-18 10:13 pm (UTC)
tentaclecore: mcr ((cos) this ain't a room full of suicide)
From: [personal profile] tentaclecore
This is so freaking adorable. I sort of want to cuddle these boys and feed them sweets until they cheer up, stop being such sourpusses.

When you do ridiculous, you do awesome. WHAT IS YOUR SECRET, I WANT IT.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:30 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (MCR Gee red)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Their jobs are VERY SERIOUS, OKAY? They can be sourpusses all they like! Except for Edmund, he's just kind of always dementedly amused at things, which William makes fun of him for all the time.

MY SECRET IS NO TIME. NO TIME AT ALL.

Date: 2011-05-19 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkmachines.livejournal.com
this was fun :D i like fun :D

Date: 2011-05-19 03:31 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architects Derek sit)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
I like fun as well! I didn't know what to write for the Second Chance thing and Em had asked me back when I posted the kissing meme to do the two of the steampunk characters second least likely to kiss, so I just figured I'd kill two birds with one stone.

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Date: 2011-05-19 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beeker121.livejournal.com
This is adorable and fun. I also like your steampunky universe.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:32 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect James)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Thank you much. It's a fun universe to work in. I'm hoping to be able to get back to it full time soon.

Date: 2011-05-19 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soundandvision.livejournal.com
Loved this, particularly the last lines. (Review totally not skewed by the fact that I myself am a dandy irl.) ;)

Date: 2011-05-19 03:35 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect William)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
EXCELLENT. THEN I CAN ASK YOU ALL SORTS OF QUESTIONS ABOUT DANDIES. Because you know what it was like to live in the 19th century, right? By default? :p Actually, following this guy on tumblr (http://amoderndandy.tumblr.com/) has kind of helped inform things as well.

Date: 2011-05-19 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] comedychick.livejournal.com
I was amused XD Oh, William. Silly boy.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:36 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect Derek)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
William is a very silly boy. Not half as silly as Edmund, but he'll get his time to shine.
Edited Date: 2011-05-19 03:37 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-05-19 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pixiebelle.livejournal.com
I was very glad to see that you got an entry in!!!


You really have a way with dialogue BTW. I really enjoy that part of your pieces.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:38 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (IT Crowd Moss Hang On)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
It doesn't look like it's going to matter much, but I'm glad that I dashed it out. I didn't want to just bow out, you know?

Thank you, though. Dialogue is my favorite thing to write, I think. A lot of times I write it first and then go and fill in around it.

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Date: 2011-05-19 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earlofcardigans.livejournal.com
I am still very much enamored with Mr. William Claxton.

Date: 2011-05-19 03:39 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect William)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Mr. William Claxton is one of my break out favorites. There are always some characters you expect to love, you know? And then there are characters who sneak up on you and stab you with their swords. ♥

Date: 2011-05-19 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ecosopher.livejournal.com
Smooooth. :D

Date: 2011-05-19 03:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Hee. Thaaaaaanks. :p

Date: 2011-05-19 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fourzoas.livejournal.com
That was fun!

Date: 2011-05-19 03:40 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (MCR Frank :D)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Huzzah! Mission accomplished!

Date: 2011-05-19 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mstrobel.livejournal.com
Hee, this was seriously a delicious piece of writing!

Date: 2011-05-19 03:40 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Bleach i <3 nerds)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Thank you for saying that, and for checking it out. Sometimes you just have to be a little silly, you know?

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Date: 2011-05-19 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hosticle-fifer.livejournal.com
The details in this were incredible. You brought all the foppish trimming to life here. :)

Date: 2011-05-19 06:10 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Dapper Lycanthropes)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Oh excellent. I'm never quite sure if I'm doing William justice. Thank you. ♥

Date: 2011-05-19 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wyliekat.livejournal.com
This was fun - I loved the idea that he was playing chicken with affection, if that makes sense anywhere else but in my own head.

Date: 2011-05-19 08:39 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Default)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
It definitely makes sense to me, and it is pretty much what he was doing once Edmund and Nate got him started. For as effusive as William can be with his words when it suits him, he's never really been one for contact. Once the ball got rolling it was a matter of pride.

Date: 2011-05-19 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lawchicky.livejournal.com
This was really cute and a fun read!

Date: 2011-05-20 12:03 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (Default)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad it was as fun to read as it was to write.

Date: 2011-05-19 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyxocity.livejournal.com
I really enjoyed this, it was whimsical and fun. I loved William's increasingly affectionate greetings. Next time Jon's going to stop fighting his obvious attraction to William and they're going to make out, right? :D

Date: 2011-05-20 12:05 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (PATD Jon/Spencer Lesbian)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Just so you know, this is my favorite comment so far. ♥

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Date: 2011-05-19 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joeymichaels.livejournal.com
Totally charming. TOTALLY. :D

Date: 2011-05-20 12:04 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (MCR Frank Hm.)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Charming is definitely a descriptor I will accept! Thank you.

Date: 2011-05-20 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] locknkey.livejournal.com
demure lips and the swell of her hips were nothing when compared to the sword William kept in his cane. double entendre - LOL!

Great last line. :)

Date: 2011-05-20 02:38 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (Default)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Double entendre feels appropriate for that character. ;)

Thank you! I'm glad I got the chance to write that line, actually, because it's helped open up some other things for me, as far as characterization goes.

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Date: 2011-05-20 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-17bingo.livejournal.com
“Once a man has tried to kill you with a priceless vase, it’s a little late for first impressions,” William said.

It's true.

Date: 2011-05-20 02:39 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (Default)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
The life of a revolutionary is truly strange and wonderful. ♥

Date: 2011-05-20 06:43 am (UTC)
admiral: gwendolyn → odin sphere (『mitsuru kirijo』→ ❝ persona 3 ❞)
From: [personal profile] admiral
I quite like this universe, the characters are so amusing. ♥ Another piece well done. :D

Date: 2011-05-20 12:37 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect James)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
Thank you, they amuse me as well. ;)

Date: 2011-05-20 11:00 am (UTC)
theemdash: (Steampunk Gerard)
From: [personal profile] theemdash
Oh look, a laundry list of things I loved:

- “I think you made an impression,” Edmund said.
- “Dandies,” he heard Jon say behind him, and the crowd laughed: quietly, politely, conspiratorially.
- “I think,” William said carefully, “that if I work for him, I’m going to become someone different than who I mean to be.”
♥ forever, William! :D :D :D

- He liked the way Jon looked at him when he first entered the room. He felt petted and approved of whenever Jon would give him one of his slight nods. “Thank you,” he assumed it to mean. “You’re perfect.”
- Her golden hair and her demure lips and the swell of her hips were nothing when compared to the sword William kept in his cane.
(Does William have hip!envy?)
- William smiled at him. After all, there was nothing unusual happening, just a guard dog greeting his master in the appropriate manner.
- “You’re still the prettiest in the land, Will,” Edmund crowed, and pinched the breast of the girl in his lap. She shrieked compliantly.
- “I’ve come to join nothing. You are needed, Wilson,” he said to Edmund. “If you’re finished polishing your saber you can clean yourself up and meet Mr. Bridgman outside.”
- You forget that you wouldn’t have your place if I knew mine.”

Also, I feel firmly that the first bit is probably canon. *snickers*

Date: 2011-05-20 12:41 pm (UTC)
ext_289215: (Architect William)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
The first bit where Jon attacks William with a priceless vase or the first bit where William manages to embarrass both of them with all his TOUCHING? *ruffles William's hair*

William does have hip envy, even though his don't lie! And I thought you'd like the dog bits. ♥

EDMUND SPENDS A LOT OF TIME WITH HIS SABER, IS ALL I'M SAYING.

That last line from William was kind of just a thing that happened, but I think it works for him. I'm gonna make it a canon thought of his, even if he never voices it.

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Date: 2011-05-21 03:18 am (UTC)
ext_289215: (Bleach i <3 nerds)
From: [identity profile] momebie.livejournal.com
HUZZAH.

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