I never expected to find a fanfic for "Maurice"! One of my top 3 favourite books ever, and I've watched the Merchant/Ivory movie too many times to count. The kiss scene is burned into my retinas, I could draw their faces from memory! In my early youth, I had even developed a crash on Rupert Graves. (the actor who plays Alec)
Mr Hall was Mr Scudder's commanding officer in France. Mr Hall was seriously injured rescuing Mr Scudder on the battlefield. I have a letter from their superior officer explaining the whole matter.
Wow! Here I was impressed with the background the fic would have to deal with!
"And now Mr Scudder is nearly deaf," she was telling him, "and poor Mr Hall has lost one foot and part of the other and is in a wheelchair.
And here I died. ;_;
Only the station master, fanning himself with his brimmed hat, strolled the platform; George had been a passenger here often enough that they had a nodding acquaintance.
I'm feeling like I'm watching a movie. You paint very vivid images with very few words. It's probably high time for me, after 5 years, to re-read your H/D fics, so that I can recall why I had you listed among my favourite ff authors! :D
But I reckon if you've decided you can't reach it, the obvious thing would be to ask me to do it for you, instead of expecting me to. This isn't Penge.
<3 <3 <3
"The way I see it, if things hadn't happened to us the way they did, we wouldn't be here. Not together. There'd be too many questions. See?"
Well, Alec, you're not the one who's not able to walk anymore! :(
"I can't even say. I've never been around one before."
This, I found hard to believe. Never?
"I dare say. Although her brother was watching us as if he thought we might pinch the silver." George froze in place, heart beating faster, as though that simple remark could expose him.
*contented sigh* How lovely is your writing!
"Then we met again in London, and the next thing I knew, you was asking me to be your friend. Well, not at first, not during all that talking at that museum—ugh, it was all too ugly, we both was."
*delightful fangirlish squeeeeeeeee*
At first I thought all your talk of friends was just another of your ways to—well, you know. I didn't think you could mean that. It was funny to me, almost, the idea that you and me—. A gentleman like you, and me a gamekeeper, friends? But then you was looking at me, hard and serious and scary again, the way you do, like you could get me to say yes just by staring at me. Like you really meant it.
I'm melting into a happy puddle of goo here! ^_^
"God, I missed you so. All those months not being able even to touch you."
"Bad as with Mr Durham?" Even George could hear the challenge; he wondered who Durham was.
"Far worse. This time I knew exactly what I was missing.
I've such a happy smile plastered on my face now!
"Do you know if Henrietta Trumbull still raises terriers the way she used to?"
*sniffles* Very moving!
I can't believe my luck at finding this! This piece should be published as an official Epilogue at the end of the book! SERIOUSLY! You've captured the spirit of the book so perfectly - the characters' particular language as well. I just don't know about Maurice's luck of sadness at his situation - I'd expect him a lot more affected, even depressed. But this doesn't take away from the loveliness that this fic is! Thank you for writing it!
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Date: 2010-05-06 06:42 pm (UTC)Mr Hall was Mr Scudder's commanding officer in France. Mr Hall was seriously injured rescuing Mr Scudder on the battlefield. I have a letter from their superior officer explaining the whole matter.
Wow! Here I was impressed with the background the fic would have to deal with!
"And now Mr Scudder is nearly deaf," she was telling him, "and poor Mr Hall has lost one foot and part of the other and is in a wheelchair.
And here I died. ;_;
Only the station master, fanning himself with his brimmed hat, strolled the platform; George had been a passenger here often enough that they had a nodding acquaintance.
I'm feeling like I'm watching a movie. You paint very vivid images with very few words. It's probably high time for me, after 5 years, to re-read your H/D fics, so that I can recall why I had you listed among my favourite ff authors! :D
But I reckon if you've decided you can't reach it, the obvious thing would be to ask me to do it for you, instead of expecting me to. This isn't Penge.
<3 <3 <3
"The way I see it, if things hadn't happened to us the way they did, we wouldn't be here. Not together. There'd be too many questions. See?"
Well, Alec, you're not the one who's not able to walk anymore! :(
"I can't even say. I've never been around one before."
This, I found hard to believe. Never?
"I dare say. Although her brother was watching us as if he thought we might pinch the silver." George froze in place, heart beating faster, as though that simple remark could expose him.
*contented sigh* How lovely is your writing!
"Then we met again in London, and the next thing I knew, you was asking me to be your friend. Well, not at first, not during all that talking at that museum—ugh, it was all too ugly, we both was."
*delightful fangirlish squeeeeeeeee*
At first I thought all your talk of friends was just another of your ways to—well, you know. I didn't think you could mean that. It was funny to me, almost, the idea that you and me—. A gentleman like you, and me a gamekeeper, friends? But then you was looking at me, hard and serious and scary again, the way you do, like you could get me to say yes just by staring at me. Like you really meant it.
I'm melting into a happy puddle of goo here! ^_^
"God, I missed you so. All those months not being able even to touch you."
"Bad as with Mr Durham?" Even George could hear the challenge; he wondered who Durham was.
"Far worse. This time I knew exactly what I was missing.
I've such a happy smile plastered on my face now!
"Do you know if Henrietta Trumbull still raises terriers the way she used to?"
*sniffles* Very moving!
I can't believe my luck at finding this! This piece should be published as an official Epilogue at the end of the book! SERIOUSLY! You've captured the spirit of the book so perfectly - the characters' particular language as well. I just don't know about Maurice's luck of sadness at his situation - I'd expect him a lot more affected, even depressed. But this doesn't take away from the loveliness that this fic is! Thank you for writing it!