I’M BACK! So, after struggling with this chapter extensively and cursing
it and calling its ancestors rude names, here is Chapter 13 of To the
Upper Air, finished, complete, done. I’ll be moving onto Chapter 14 and
closer to wrapping this up soon. I’ve also got one other thing done and
waiting in the wings and more fic planned so…. comment and review and
I’ll get it all done faster! I am a feedback-based lifeform, friends. That and coffee.Chapter 13: To Catch a Fox
She looked like a different person.
Miranda regarded the woman in the mirror before her in the mirror
critically. She looked tired, she thought. Small wonder, of course – she
had had no rest the previous night and the small amount she had gotten
upon arriving at Kitty Ashe’s home had been negligible at best. It was a
familiar look for her, one she had worn for ten years while she
attempted to run a small farm on her own. The look in her eyes, though –
that was foreign. Had she always looked so – hardened? Had her gaze
always looked like this, or was it only now – now with her husband in
danger, her lover potentially in greater danger still, and all of their
fates resting on her shoulders? She looked into her own eyes for a
moment longer. It was strangely familiar, the look on her face. If she
looked longer, she could spot the lines forming around her mouth –
familiar lines, born of frowning too often and laughing too little.
Lines that she had last seen on one of the men she loved.James. The name put steel into her spine and hardened her resolve. It
was long past the time for regrets. She would not fail him. She
straightened, looking into her own gaze, unhappiness turning to resolve.
Enough doubts. If James could do it, then so could she.“Lady Hamilton? Are you well?” The chambermaid that called out to her sounded anxious, and Miranda turned.
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To the Upper Air Chapter 11!
So, I requested feedback/encouragement/kudos and holy crap did you lot deliver! In honor of the fact that I’ve gotten so many lovely, lovely comments and gotten so much writing done as a result – here’s the next chapter!
As usual, the chapter’s also up on Ao3 here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8200756/chapters/19701670
Chapter 11: Decisions and DetenteHe had come home in a daze. The world was spinning, and Thomas’ head spun with it, his mind entirely editing out the drive as he attempted not to be ill with the fear and anger and guilt that numbed his lips and sent his stomach churning. He did not remember how he had gotten into the carriage, nor how he had gotten into the house, although he had a vague memory of Hobbs’ hands helping him in and of begging the man to check the surrounding alleyways for signs of James. He had returned and shaken his head, a look of defeat on his face.
“I’m sorry, my lord. There’s no sign of the Captain beyond -” He gestured to the hat in Thomas’ hands, and Thomas felt as though something in his stomach unclenched. He was not dead, then. He had gotten away, or been taken alive – he had to have, because Miranda was missing, and it was all coming apart, just as it had done last time, only this time it wasn’t James that had been left to pick up the pieces. This time it was Thomas, and he was not equipped for this – not ready to face a world in which both of the people he loved were gone, taken from him by forces outside of his control, and it occurred to him suddenly and horribly that James had not been either. The terror coursing through him now – was this what James and Miranda had felt the night he had been stolen from them? Was this – Dear God on High, was this what they had gone through?
A Bridge of Silver Wings – DreamingPagan – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Thomas Hamilton is not breakable, and he’s very tired of people looking at him as if he were. Silver attempts to wrangle both his lovers back to some definition of alright, and James attempts to remember what it is to let someone else take the lead for once.
A Bridge of Silver Wings – DreamingPagan – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
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