I JUST LOVE FORE-AND-AFT BICORNS SO MUCH
verecunda. I finished Fire Down Below. Why do I always decide to read sad things late at night? I can’t stop crying.
I’m really glad things worked out for Edmund in the various ways that they did. He’s a really different man by the end of his travails.
I must say, I’m surprised (and disappointed,
and hurt) that there seemed to be so little…consideration for Charles after it happened. On Edmund’s part. For someone who painted the first lieutenant as a Good Man, and respected and loved him so much, there wasn’t a lot of mourning that we were shown. No, I am too harsh. Edmund tells us how he’s feeling. He just doesn’t take us through it. It felt cheap, is how it felt.
But the lead-up to it was joyful (even though I knew what was coming).
I am never, ever reading that ending again. (Maybe I’ll skip to the adorable parts with Marion.)
I’m going to pretend this never happened and write my fic now. Sleep? Who needs sleep?
Oh nooooooo! I know those feels, bb, I know them well. Come here. *hugs tight*
Edmund’s growth really is incredible, isn’t it? And it’s so gradual and painstaking, I only really fully appreciated it when I’d finished Fire Down Below and could look back across the whole trilogy.
Yes. Yes! I totally agree! I was so shocked at just how… perfunctory the aftermath of Charles’ death was, considering Edmund had, at various points, consciously framed him as the hero of his story. (Deliberate authorial choice, then? Eschewing closure for the hero of the tale-within-a-tale to focus on the closure for the hero of the actual tale, or something like that? idk, idk…) Yes, Edmund does tell us that “this was the unhappiest period of my life”. Maybe putting it as starkly as that was meant to underline that that was it, there was nothing else to say to qualify or enhance the emotion, but I felt as if I hadn’t had a chance to mourn. (And as a result, I couldn’t really enjoy all the cute bits with Marion, because I more or less spend the last thirty pages going “NO. WHAT - NO. NO, HOW DARE YOU BE HAPPY NOW, EDMUND. HOW DARE YOU.” X’DD Maybe if I went back and read them again, I’d appreciate them more!) That said, the lack of canon mourning means there’s probably all sorts of opportunities for fic about Edmund coming to terms with Charles’ death, but damned if I’m going to be the one to write it! *hides in AUs forever*
I adored the scene with the epaulette - definitely one of the many that had me all teary-eyed! The fact that Charles had kept it, against all hope, and his wholehearted joy in his command - and Edmund’s joy on his behalf, even if he is a bit jealous that it steals Charles’ attention. Oh God, I’m ready to cry again just thinking about it! It managed to be lovely and joyful, even though I knew what was looming…
Yes. Fic. Fic, I think, is our best bet now… ;______;
magicmattie said: Not that Jagiello :P :P
Ssssh, don’t destroy my illusions just yet!
magicmattie said: If you eat meat, you can make bigos out of it. If you don’t, you can put it into some pierogis, or french pastry. You can make sauerkraut soup. You can just eat it straight from the jar. :P
Thanks! :) I might go for a soup - it’s so hot at the moment I can’t really face eating big hot meals.
(I had to look up bigos, and was intensely amused for a few seconds when the Wiki page told me it was allegedly introduced to Poland by Jagiello. :P)
also I picked up a book about frigates and frigate captains in a charity shop, and the first thing I did was flick to the chapter about Philip Broke and the Shannon, because that’s the kind of sad case I am.