?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

The Envelope

Title: The Envelope


Author Eglantine_br

Rating G

Word Count 407

Disclaimer Not mine





                                                    The Envelope





The money came at irregular intervals.
It came in calfskin envelopes, sealed with red wax, and addressed, in
the earl's strong looping hand. Not frequently, but often enough;
three times now since Archie came back from the dead.




This one had come, by wandering ways,
from Ayrshire to sea, and back to Kent. It had been forwarded.
Someone on the ship had paid for that. It was like Pellew, in his
kindness, to think that Archie might need the money. But Archie
didn't. His pay was small indeed, but his expenses were smaller. And
the wandering envelopes always came before he ran out.




So here he was, sitting at the boy's
desk, by the window, in Horatio's room. The envelope was heavy in his
hand, There would be coins in there, along with the bank draft. The
coins were for immediate use. Gold coins, good anywhere. They would
have saved Archie in France. But he had not had them there.




He broke the seal and spilled the money
out. The paper was dry, the coins were cold. Nothing of home in them
at all. Were he to lift them to his face, they would smell of
nothing.




Once, long ago, on Justinian, Cleveland
had tried to tease about it. He had said something like “I wish my
dad would send me money.” This from fat happy Cleveland, who had
parents right in Portsmouth. And still they wrote him letters. Archie
had nearly struck him.




“You can come here, Horatio,”
Archie said. “I won't bite you.” They had all learned long ago to
give Archie a wide berth when the envelopes came.




“Bite me, please bite me.” Horatio
said. It was a poor try, and they both knew it. But he came and
perched on the edge of the desk.




Horatio didn't ask if there was a
letter. He knew better. But he put a hand on Archie and drew him
close. Archie settled his head in Horatio's lap. He let Horatio rub
his back, and stroke his hair. He let the sunlight warm him a little.
Horatio did not speak again.




And Horatio did not say-- at least you
have a mother who writes to you, my mother is dead. He never tried to
measure the pain with Archie. He just sat, and made a good place to
rest in the sunlight.

Comments

( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
amaraal
Nov. 30th, 2011 02:16 pm (UTC)
Awwww... Sweetness and dispair... what a combination :) I can see them! Awwww...
As I keep saying: Eagerly awaiting your first book :)


What about the shark pic, btw?
eglantine_br
Nov. 30th, 2011 10:14 pm (UTC)
Poor Archie. And poor Horatio too, so much he would fix if he could.

I have to get the shark pic up one of theses days. I am glad you reminded me.

And when you talk about my book-- I almost feel I could! I have had a lot of wing flapping and nest hopping with fanfic!
amaraal
Dec. 2nd, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)
You really should :) Who knows - maybe you can earn a living from it one day :) One does never know :)

Looking forward to see a pic of the shark :)
charliecochrane
Dec. 10th, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
Who knows - maybe you can earn a living from it one day :) Alas, only for the JK Rowlings of this world, but plenty of folk make a reasonable supplement to the coffers.
charliecochrane
Dec. 10th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)
You know, there's never been a better time for being published, with the rise of the e-book. And many of us cut our teeth in fanfic (no better place to cut them!).

And should have said, love the image of the coins which are cold and smell of nothing. Poor Archie.

Edited at 2011-12-10 09:31 pm (UTC)
eglantine_br
Dec. 11th, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
You are so kind and encouraging. And i like your work so much that it means a great deal to me.

Tonight I put up a little drabble, which is fiction of a non fan sort. I suppose in a way it is RPF.

And i am working on the next bit of Archie and Horatio. I need to get them back on the ship, after all.
bauhiniakapok
Sep. 25th, 2016 10:20 pm (UTC)
It's such a human temptation to compare and measure pain - how good of Horatio to resist the impulse. He's a better person than I. Sigh.

Poor Archie. This is even sadder the second or third time I read it. He aches.
( 7 comments — Leave a comment )