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fic: Hand

Title: Hand
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Jonathan Strange
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 200
A/N: written for the Hand challenge at [community profile] fan_flashworks

Summary: Blood from his left hand, the hand nearest the heart.

Blood from his left hand, the hand nearest the heart. He clenches his fist and watches the dark stream drip into the dead men's mouths.

Borrowed life. Borrowed life. Borrowed life.

He binds his cut hand to staunch the flow. It does not hurt, not yet.

And then Wellington and Grant, De Lancey and the others depart in a flurry of self-congratulation, leaving him alone in the mill with the dead he has raised.

His right hand shakes; his left hand does not. Dexter and sinister: the hand that held the weapon, the hand that gave the blood. Both must be his, though neither seems to belong to him any more.

The pain of the cut is a relief when it comes, a sign that he is still human. He pours spirits over it to prevent infection; the sting makes him hiss through his teeth. It is the only sound he makes.

In a few days, the scab is coming away, the skin pulled smooth as the body heals. He stares at his hand as if he could will the shed blood back into it, take back the borrowed life he gave and make those piteous walking corpses dead again.

Also posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/197305.html with comment count unavailable comments.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 12th, 2015 03:26 pm (UTC)
I really love that ending, and also

Dec. 12th, 2015 09:27 pm (UTC)
thank you - I'm glad you liked it!

all my JS&MN icons apart from your General Arabella were made by kalypso_v - that one seemed the most suitable for this fic, though if I'd gone on to write a second part to it I would have used this one.
Dec. 12th, 2015 11:17 pm (UTC)
Dec. 12th, 2015 11:19 pm (UTC)
*offers you a reviving pretty Major glass of claret*
Dec. 13th, 2015 03:38 am (UTC)
Whoa. Dark. And really, I have been wondering how Strange feels about the kind of magic he's frequently asked to do. It seems like the others are just happy with the results...does anyone think about the toll it takes on him?

Your fic made me all thinky. ::grins::
Dec. 14th, 2015 07:10 pm (UTC)
thank you - Strange is already very shaken at the point where the officers go off to retrieve Wellington's stolen cannon (the reason Strange has raised the dead Neapolitans in the first place is so that Grant can question them about the missing artillery). he is pretty much a wreck when the episode returns to him some days later, and Grant obviously is concerned about the state he finds him in then - Strange tries to kill the zombie Neapolitans with Grant's gun, which Grant then has to take away from him. *points at icon*

Edited at 2015-12-14 07:11 pm (UTC)
Dec. 14th, 2015 07:24 pm (UTC)
Poor Strange. I'm glad that Grant is clued in, at least. And look at you with such an appropriate icon! Thanks for filling me in!
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