16 Works by fullfathomfive
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i will betray as a god betrays by fullfathomfive for onetondepot
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF
22 Jun 2025
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Perhaps Wilson will not be satiated until he has held all of creation in his hands, and known its weight, and traced a slim finger along its outermost edges.
They are locked together, he thinks, like twin frigates in an ever-constricting gyre. This is the centripetal effect of desire.
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afterthoughts on the lovers by fullfathomfive for caput_poetatis
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF, The Worst Journey in the World - Apsley Cherry-Garrard
25 Dec 2024
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They are perfectly alone on the sea, the Terra Nova winding through a belt of half-formed sea ice. The days grow long in the warmth of the first December. Here, the sun never sets; just dips below the horizon, and so the joy could go on forever. Cherry hopes it does. No other day could ever be so filled with pleasures, with gold and green and lilac.
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They found each other in the way that peculiar girls always do, no matter how presentable they may seem in the moment. But Ms. Lillie wasn’t presentable, not really.
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There is a whole litany of apologies and compliments– could these just be formalities?– and yes, yes, Wilson writes, I would very much like to come to lunch with you. Friday next, in fact, at 1’ o’clock, which is all too soon.
I really don’t know how to deal with a man like you, Wilson had written, in his lovely looping script. Scott sets the letter down on the desk, lest his palms grow damp.
He decides it means nothing because that is easier than attempting to decipher what it all might mean to Wilson, with his clear and canny mind. He picks up the pen. Friday next, at 1’ o’ clock.
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and the warm weather is holding by fullfathomfive for overwintering
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF
11 Apr 2023
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“Do you think it was selfish of me?”
Wilson’s levity does not abate. “To come here? Or to bring me with you?”
The rhythm of the conversation is elliptical, the path well-trodden. Perhaps both of them are waiting for something to break.
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“You missed the sooty albatross, Bill. Gallant fellow. It was a shame to hold him under ether.”
“At least it did not suffer.” Wilson feels the sternum of the bird, the soft featherless spot where the breast is exposed.
Cherry blinks, as if his meaning was misconstrued entirely. “I suppose.”
Wilson slices decisively–the one incision you get, with an animal this small– from top to bottom. One must be purposeful.
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just asterisms in the stars' set order by fullfathomfive for Onward_and_upward
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF
08 Jan 2023
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“What happened to you?” Henrietta asks. The black fabric of her dress has begun to go gray.
A different woman might take affront. Anna finds nothing but relief in the question. People have gone to great lengths to preserve a sense of normality in her company, saying nothing of the tremor in her hands or the streak of white that runs through her hair though she is only thirty.
“I lost my heart,” Anna explains. “It was taken out of my body.”
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Ory presses Hilda’s leg to the bed at an uncomfortable angle, as cruel and as easy as pinning a butterfly wing to a spreading board. She holds her there by the soft flesh of her inner thigh, hand snaking beneath her petticoat. Hilda is flexible, but she fusses all the same.
“You’re worse than her. She just reads to me when she makes me cry.”
Ory scoffs. “You suggested it. I’ve only brought Wells’ papers on zoological retrogression anyways. You wouldn’t want to hear it.”
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winter kept us warm by fullfathomfive for whalersandsailors
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF, The Worst Journey in the World - Apsley Cherry-Garrard
24 Oct 2022
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Wilson looks as shockingly handsome as ever, crisp and untiring. Cherry cannot dream of how he has accomplished such a feat in these final days.
"Thank you for speaking to Scott on my behalf. At the time, I would have taken anything."
Wilson regards him carefully. "Anything?"
"Yes."
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“I never know what to make of it,” Ory says.
“Of what?”
“Whether you know it or not. How lonely you are.”
Kathleen meets her eye in the mirror.
“I want you to admit that it’s not tea that either of us need at the moment. Nor sleep.”
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i would love you ten years before the flood by fullfathomfive
Fandoms: Polar Explorer RPF
29 Aug 2022
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“Are you a very jealous man?” Wilson blinks up at him. Shackleton has lingered in the wardroom to make sure he was alright. His fortifying hands have ended up on the narrow slope of his shoulders, thumb sliding over the pulse point between his fine collarbones.
Shackleton laughs. “I have never needed to be.”
Wilson offers him a smile, moon waxing into a crescent.
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“Perhaps we should have both been men.” Kathleen supplies.
“Captain and first mate.”
“We would have been sworn enemies.”
“We would have never met.”
Kathleen pauses and settles her entire weight on Oriana, knowing that she is strong enough to hold the both of them up. “That's right. You would have gone North and I, South. We would see each other only briefly at balls and banquets and I would have wondered about you. But the world is too vast.”
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When Ned first sees him, he wishes he could compare him to something beautiful. How do you try your hand at poetry when your world is so small, constricted to a few white hallways and the ripple of sound waves on a monitor?
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- Part 2 of severed floor
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He has always adored John.
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The amount he’s had to drink has him feeling like a Hercules, but that could be Hoar’s calculating look hitting him as hard as the strongest wine, as heady as opium. His eyes are a spectacular gray. Henry wonders how they might change when looking at the sea, the sky.
“Just this once. Our secret.”
He raises the flask to Hoar’s lips. Hoar doesn’t break his gaze when he acquiesces– and leans in. -
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“Sir John?”
She imagines that she can hear her voice echoing through the carnival hall of mirrors until it passes into the watery blackness that lies beyond.
Ann opens her eyes. Only her same strange face, pallid and drawn.
Who did you hope to see in the mirror, Ann? Sir John, or Sophia looking back?
That night she does not dream of her husband.
Sophia turns to spiritualism. Ann follows her down.