I sew his ears on from time to time, sure
Mar. 10th, 2013 06:14 pmBe damned to you, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gogollescent, for making me (by force, I assure you) start rereading Post Captain last night and spend the day thinking off and on about Simon Illyan as Sir Joseph Blaine. This delightful Stephen/Diana on Sergyar story is why. Note long comment thread.
The subject line quote (Stephen to Sophie, about Jack, obviously) is also resonating rather forcefully, as some sort of pattern for male friendship, though I'm not sure I can think of another pair for which it might be appropriate, except perhaps Christopher Robin/Eeyore, and that was a tail, not ears. But in the sense that Jack and Stephen are my epitome, my archetype, my gold standard of odd couple perfection, that's what I'm looking for. He seweth while he chastiseth, no doubt, but he's always there to sew. And Jack always goes after Stephen when he falls out the window. (And I don't ship them at all, pray pardon the pun, which doesn't stop me from shipping any other odd couples I take a fancy to.)
In my head, Stephen is walking into Simon's office complaining querulously that being seen entering ImpSec HQ is going to blow his cover, and that his role as ship's medical officer doesn't allow enough time to be the secret observer Simon sent him into space to be (too much sewing people's ears on, probably), and that Kline Station officials killed off all his experiments, and oh by the way here's the intelligence you wanted. Not that I'm ever going to write it, but it amuses me.
It's a beautiful day and the cold is somewhat less awful, and I got a lot done, but oh dear not nearly enough (and there was an hour less to do it in).
gogollescent, for making me (by force, I assure you) start rereading Post Captain last night and spend the day thinking off and on about Simon Illyan as Sir Joseph Blaine. This delightful Stephen/Diana on Sergyar story is why. Note long comment thread.The subject line quote (Stephen to Sophie, about Jack, obviously) is also resonating rather forcefully, as some sort of pattern for male friendship, though I'm not sure I can think of another pair for which it might be appropriate, except perhaps Christopher Robin/Eeyore, and that was a tail, not ears. But in the sense that Jack and Stephen are my epitome, my archetype, my gold standard of odd couple perfection, that's what I'm looking for. He seweth while he chastiseth, no doubt, but he's always there to sew. And Jack always goes after Stephen when he falls out the window. (And I don't ship them at all, pray pardon the pun, which doesn't stop me from shipping any other odd couples I take a fancy to.)
In my head, Stephen is walking into Simon's office complaining querulously that being seen entering ImpSec HQ is going to blow his cover, and that his role as ship's medical officer doesn't allow enough time to be the secret observer Simon sent him into space to be (too much sewing people's ears on, probably), and that Kline Station officials killed off all his experiments, and oh by the way here's the intelligence you wanted. Not that I'm ever going to write it, but it amuses me.
It's a beautiful day and the cold is somewhat less awful, and I got a lot done, but oh dear not nearly enough (and there was an hour less to do it in).
