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Lord John Grey ([personal profile] iustise) wrote2019-01-06 01:14 pm
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breaks in your inbox slowly and gently~

[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-09 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's an extension of friendship that compelled Jamie to offer a room in Claire's mansion while John got on his feet. He did so with the assurance that his wife would be fine with it, that he knows her well enough that it shouldn't be an issue. Even though his friend doesn't yet know all the ways in which Jamie will be indebted to him, and even if their friendship isn't, in John's mind, where Jamie left it, it's still John Grey, and Jamie still owes him his life.

Everything he was able to do in North Carolina is thanks to John, in a way. Had he not intervened in Jamaica, Jamie could very well have met the end of a rope long ago.

Those aren't the thoughts that keep him awake tonight though, no, Jamie is sitting up in what he supposes is the sitting room of Claire's mansion (still too odd to call it theirs when she did all the work for it) drinking whiskey and writing, squinting at paper via candlelight as he tries to see without spectacles. Sleep hasn't been coming easy; Brianna has nightmares. Jamie has nightmares. Claire deserves sleep. So tonight it's Jamie listening for their daughter because he doesn't plan on closing his eyes anyway.

In his trousers and shirt, Jamie's hair is loose, wild curls around his head, feet bare, and at his terrible near-sightedness, curses under his breath before rubbing at his eyes. ]


Mhac na galla.
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-10 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Glancing up, Jamie takes the welcome distraction and leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. ]

Och, no, ye aren't. 'Tis only a list of thing that need to be repaired here. The house is large, but wasna well built.

[ Lallybroch has never leaked, never crumbled. But this is an inherited home, so perhaps he shouldn't be too hard on it. ]

Join me?

[ Jamie holds up the whiskey bottle, then stands to get another glass, apparently planning on John staying rather than going anywhere. ]
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jamie sits again, not bothering to try looking at the list because he can't see it well anyway. He'll have to bother Claire about new spectacles. More clothing as well, but later. ]

Aye, the roof leaks in places, some of the brickwork is crumbling. Baseboards rotted, painting to be done, windows drafty.

[ Just to name a few things. ]

And that's no' including the poor condition of the stables.

[ He'll get to it, all of it, and he's looking forward to it, really. He built a house for his wife once, the least he can do now is fix this one for her, to make it feel like a home they'll grow roots in. Even in North Carolina, though, he'd had Ian's help, and Jamie looks at his friend. ]

How good are ye wi' tools, John?
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-12 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Then, if ye would be willing to help, I wouldna mind it. I reckon the tasks would go faster, and I plan to ask Fergus if he'll help as well.

[ Perhaps Brianna, but he's not sure of what she'll want to do; if she'll even want to. ]

't'would be a pleasure to have yer company making the hours go by faster.

[ When they have conversations, they tend to run the gamut, and he imagines even with time between them that wouldn't change much. ]
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-14 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinna fash about that, John.

[ Jamie quite literally waves off the concern. Anyone can learn, and John is competent. He isn't worried. At the question, Jamie puts the list aside, and at the jab, Jamie grunts. As an old man does. ]

I dinna ken about auld, but the list gives me something to look forward to. No, it isna the house repairs keeping me up.

[ At this, Jamie looks at more serious, eyes narrowing in concern and thought. What happened to Brianna isn't his story to tell, but he could use a friend's advice if he's being honest. Or to simply speak of it without his wife echoing his own fears and concerns. ]

I had never met my daughter before now, ye ken. I believed her gone to me forever, like Claire. It only took the end of the world to bring us under one leaking roof.
Edited 2019-01-14 18:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Aye.

[ And here Jamie pauses. Perhaps in light of the end of the world he could tell his friend the truth and not have him think Claire (or Jamie for that matter) mad.

Another night, maybe. But still, part of a truth comes out. ]


Raised by another man when Claire thought I was dead after Culloden. Brianna didna even ken of me until she was twenty or so.

[ Jamie does look quickly at John, not wanting the assumption to be made that there's any anger on his part about it. There's sadness, certainly, but no anger. He knew who he was sending Claire back to. ]

I wanted it that way. For her to be safe and well loved. And she was.

[ But.

Whatever thought Jamie has trails off as he looks down at his whiskey glass, taking a long pull. ]
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-19 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
No, she hadna been told.

[ For various reasons, none that he can tell John for now. Most of this conversation, to, cuts deeply, of course. John would have, had the world not ended for him, raised Willie. A father not by blood, but one who loved his son all the same. ]

I see her now, my daughter, and I ken her, the things she's told me, the things Claire has told me. But I dinna ken the things a father would.

[ He turns the glass on the table, unable to meet John's gaze for a moment. ]

I find myself jealous of a dead man.
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-01-28 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a sharp inhale at John's words and Jamie's jaw sets, twitching just a bit.

He hates that it's a combination of both. ]


Claire and I had another daughter.

[ He has so rarely mentioned Faith, but twice now, he's talked about her at length. Once with Brianna and now with John. Two people he trusts the story to. ]

She was born but never drew a breath in her lungs and it nearly killed Claire. I didna...I didna have a chance to hold her. I wasna there.

[ And because John knows he can't be a father to Willie, he knows it's another child he can't be there to hold or soothe or parent. ]

Brianna is grown now. Had a father who kissed her skinned knees, walked wi' her when she was fussy, told her stories, saw her grow. I'm an auld man now, John, strange as it may be to ye. Claire and I willna have any other bairns. Though, even if we could, 'tis impossible here, in this world.

[ And so, he will never have a child, from birth to adulthood, that he has a chance to raise straight through. Fergus, a son he loves fiercely, is as close as it will ever get. ]
Edited 2019-01-28 20:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seventeenfortythree 2019-02-04 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jamie acknowledges the condolences with a nod, taking a moment to silently think of Faith, unable to conjure a memory to go with her because he'd been in prison the day she was born. The day she died.

Still, John's words pull a small smile from Jamie. ]


My own mother died in childbed when I was no' but a wee lad. Had she been alive when I was twenty, Christ. I dinna ken for sure, but perhaps I would have made different choices. 'Tis a gift, to have her here and now. And she does need me, though perhaps Claire more.

[ In the aftermath of her trauma she's wanted both of them close, but has gravitated toward her mother for obvious reasons. ]
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FRASER INVASION; during the fog

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2019-01-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're an odd collection, the people living in this mansion and shuffled into the master bedroom by Claire, but there's safety in numbers and, hopefully, some comfort to be found. She's worried about Bree, about Theon, about Jamie. That worry extends to John, too. Perhaps it would be less if he were older, but he's still a young man, and so that's what brings Claire over to his side.]

How are you doing?

[Welcome to Olympia.]
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2019-01-20 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
And now it seems to have caught up to us.

[Said with a sad smile, if only to not add to any more upset with a frown. With a sigh, she sits beside him, but this time there's not really anything she can do to help anyone. The end of the world is not something she can fix.]

Given the circumstances, I do believe you can just call me Claire.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2019-01-27 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wouldn't consider them to be friends, but given Jamie's friendship with the man, Claire's inclined to give him hers.]

John it is.

[There's a silence for a moment.]

My husband has a bad habit of getting into trouble with redcoats. You rescued him from imprisonment. I'm willing to be friends for that alone.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2019-02-10 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Hello, John. I hope you're not too bothered by getting a text through the device. I suppose I'll get right into it. There's a friend of mine I'd like you to meet, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind befriending him.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2019-02-11 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
He's not unaware of it. He's one of my oldest friends here. His name is Loras Tyrell.