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Divinity is Best

Title: Divinity is Best

Author Eglantine_br

Word Count 265

Kit Marlowe

Divinity is Best

“So, divinity?”

Thomas Walsingham leaned on a negligent elbow. His feet sprawled under the table, he was loose sprawled in his chair, feet extended. The little tap room was dusty and warm, summer had come, sudden in the last week. Kit's feet were tucked back, under his place at the bench, he had taken his wine slowly, but he had finished it now. There was only a sticky residue in the bottom of his glass.

Thomas looked at Kit. Of course, anyone looked at a person when speaking to them, but often Kit felt the gaze on his face, like a fire's heat. Often, when there were no words in the air between them. Kit was fiercely careful not to to look back for too long. It felt like falling forward, clinging, or not, to some edge. But now he allowed it of himself, and watched the black expand in those blue eyes across the table.

“Yes,” Kit said. “I cannot see myself as a doctor of physic, and I have not the money for the inns of court, so law is not for me. Divinity is best.”

“Hmm. Well that is some years away yet.” Thomas said. “Perhaps by then you will look the part.”

“Look the part?” Kit had stared too long, he cast his eyes to the table top. His white hand, there by his wine glass.

“Aye. You know: severe, dusty, crabbed, ill tempered...”

Startled into laughter Kit looked up again.

“Cross eyed. Demented...”

The laughter came boiling out of Kit. It felt so good to laugh.

“Do I not look so now?” He said this when he recovered his breath.

Eyes on the table again. There was something turning in Kit, inside, choking, falling, flying. Maybe all three. There was a ring of moisture where his wine glass had rested, he ran his finger through it, dragging it into spikes, making a sun shape.

“No.” Thomas' voice had changed. It was lower now. “You look well enough.”


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 8th, 2014 06:08 pm (UTC)
Awwww...they had a moment! That is so sweet.

Added you to my list, btw.

Apr. 8th, 2014 06:51 pm (UTC)
Yes, a little moment. Thanks for reading. I will add you too, if I may?
Apr. 8th, 2014 10:08 pm (UTC)
yup, that's the idea :) hello
Apr. 11th, 2014 10:52 am (UTC)
I read this earlier in the week, on a train somewhere. It's beautiful. You place the reader right there beside them from the very first sentence. I love the description of Kit falling into Walsingham's gaze and the unspoken heat that hangs between them. It's so hard to put that into words, but you know it when you feel it, or indeed when you see it in others...
Apr. 11th, 2014 03:41 pm (UTC)
They are throwing enough heat to light the whole town. Baby virgin-Kit is so fun to write...
Apr. 11th, 2014 06:28 pm (UTC)
Sheesh! You're not wrong there! I had to go and look at the portrait of Kit after reading this. Imagine having those puppy dog eyes gazing across the table! Are there any portraits of Walsingham as a young man?
Apr. 11th, 2014 07:10 pm (UTC)
There are no portraits I can find of TW. The dark haired guy that pops up everywhere is his cousin/uncle, Francis. So I just made up a generic handsome face for him. He is blond and blue because why not? He is older than Kit by miles and miles. He is about 25-- and has been doing the spy thing for a while now. He was doing secret missions overseas while Kit was still at home.

I think Kit is very handsome. And the portrait is so specific-- you would not make that face up. I would know that young man anywhere. Yes, puppy eyes, and those round cheeks, and that goofy mustache... He is easy to love.
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