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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not
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The customs official had assured St. John that a rickshaw was far preferable to traveling through the city on foot, but as he clung with whitened knuckles while the native raced over cobblestone streets, a bone-bruising jolt past parasoled ladies and peasant carts and beggars with twisted legs, he wondered if it was merely a matter of becoming accustomed to the conveyance or if he was the butt of some foolish joke. He kept his face stern and dispassionate, but churned inside with nervous tension and sensations even more concerning; the mal de mer he never experienced at sea had apparently chosen to finally visit him on land. The need to make less haste became more pressing, and he leaned forward to request his runner move slower.
“Dhimi, accha mahodaya krpaya ja'o!”
His request was resolutely ignored. St. John thumped his fist angrily upon one of the two wooden poles the native ran between. The native, without breaking stride, turned his head to peer questioningly at his English passenger.
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ANON I LOVE YOU.
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER READ.
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ALL MY LOVE. IT GOES OUT TO YOU.
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ALSO LOLOLOL THIS CHAPTER <3
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It's not really a fill for anything, other than a not-terribly-serious request/challenge by poziomeczka, and it's barely related to the Eagle... maybe just leave it untagged and let people find it or not. Like an easter egg! (with tentacles.)
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as freakin' usual!! blame everything on me why don't ya!
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In which the Rev. St. John enters an Officer's Club, recites a Psalm to Good Effect, and deepens his Acquaintance with Cpt. Aquilaine.The British Officer's East India Club was the sort of lodgings that might be found in any decent city in England; the exception being the servants, Indians to a man who dressed not in the typical British servant's clothing but all in white-white trousers, billowing white tunics over top and white turbans. They padded silently over the lobby's thick carpeting on bare feet. Dark green potted palms sat in every corner, flanked by comfortable-looking stuffed horsehide chairs. A portrait of the young Queen in her coronation robes hung on one wall ( ... )
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He felt the anger he ever struggled to control burn two hot spots on his cheeks, and he narrowed his gaze at the marine. A more awkward silence fell over the room and Cpt. Aquilaine shifted in the chair next to him. St. John tried to settle his mind and think of an appropriate response.
Ye are the light of the world. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.He gave the room a cold smile. “Shall I give a blessing before the meal ( ... )
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