Second Post.
Title: THe Raven King & Childermass
Word count: 308
Fandom: JS&MN
Genre: Slash.
Rating: G
Summary: Childermass dreams of the Raven king.
It was a dream in which Childermass was reliving what he come to think of as the worst day of his life. The day they hung his mother. Black Joan was a thief, a drunk and occisonally a whore. But she was his mother, sharper then a bucher's knife and twice as a clever fox. Yet, she was being hung. He stood there watching her twitch and dance on the rope. He listened to the crowd jeer and laugh. There was a large crowd hanging a woman was rare.
He knew that he would be going to sea in the dream in knew this. And as if thinking it he was aboard a ship, There was no one else onboard but him and a young man with a handsome solemn face. althought he had never guessed the identiy of this man when they had met in life he knew now it was the John Ukglass the Raven king. As every good subject he knelt before the King. Childermass would not have done this for a lesser man, he was independent and spoke his mind to anyone he faniced. No man not even Norrell could be truely said to be his master. The Raven king, who was wearing a cloak the exacty color of darknes, extended a white finger and beckoned him. So he walked forward, to his king. He stood at a respectful distance, but the King closed the distance, coming with with inchs of his face. The Raven King smiled slowly. And kissed Childermass, not the kiss of a lord to a loyal vassal but the kiss of lover, full and deep.
It was then he woke up, he was sleep on thethin bed of an inn Vinculus was nearby snoring. He blinked, but the dream was quickly dissolving to nothing. But tried to hold on to the dream to capture it, all he could remember was his mother twitching on rope and dark man.
This is my feeble attempt I also have it posted in my livejournal.
Word count: 308
Fandom: JS&MN
Genre: Slash.
Rating: G
Summary: Childermass dreams of the Raven king.
It was a dream in which Childermass was reliving what he come to think of as the worst day of his life. The day they hung his mother. Black Joan was a thief, a drunk and occisonally a whore. But she was his mother, sharper then a bucher's knife and twice as a clever fox. Yet, she was being hung. He stood there watching her twitch and dance on the rope. He listened to the crowd jeer and laugh. There was a large crowd hanging a woman was rare.
He knew that he would be going to sea in the dream in knew this. And as if thinking it he was aboard a ship, There was no one else onboard but him and a young man with a handsome solemn face. althought he had never guessed the identiy of this man when they had met in life he knew now it was the John Ukglass the Raven king. As every good subject he knelt before the King. Childermass would not have done this for a lesser man, he was independent and spoke his mind to anyone he faniced. No man not even Norrell could be truely said to be his master. The Raven king, who was wearing a cloak the exacty color of darknes, extended a white finger and beckoned him. So he walked forward, to his king. He stood at a respectful distance, but the King closed the distance, coming with with inchs of his face. The Raven King smiled slowly. And kissed Childermass, not the kiss of a lord to a loyal vassal but the kiss of lover, full and deep.
It was then he woke up, he was sleep on thethin bed of an inn Vinculus was nearby snoring. He blinked, but the dream was quickly dissolving to nothing. But tried to hold on to the dream to capture it, all he could remember was his mother twitching on rope and dark man.
This is my feeble attempt I also have it posted in my livejournal.