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Mariposa Grove (A Caelo Usque Ad Centrum) by bessemerprocess (Explicit)
Fandom: SANCTUARY
Pairing: Helen/James/John/Nigel/Nikola combined in multiple ways
Length: 5,976 words
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bessemerprocess
Author Website: bessmerprocess @ AO3
Why this must be read: Another Yuletide fic. This fic is as EPIC as The Five are. It consists of snippets from the lives of The Five from 1885 all the way to 2010. The Five are such an incestuous little bunch, and I love how the writer pairs them together in all these different ways. The writer totally gets each and every one of The Five and their relationships with one another, and uses the most intriguing quotes to head each snippet. The writing is superb and the voices of the characters spot on. Within five minutes of reading this fic I knew it was going down as a classic in my book.
In the morning, Helen wakes up alone, in her own bedroom, feeling as if she had been trampled by stampede of new world Buffalos. There is a glass of water at her bedside, and once she gets herself up, she drains it dry. Helen looks down, she is in proper night dress, and she wonders exactly how she had gotten this way. She remembers Nikola and the needle, the intense euphoria, and then stumbling into John's bed.
She does a more thorough investigation. There is a wound on her inner thigh, where Nikola had bitten down and then lapped greedily until James had pulled him away. She remembers it feeling good at the time, though now it aches a bit. It is neatly bandaged, as skilled as if she had done it herself. There are other marks, from fingers and from other teeth, but nothing that cannot be hidden away. She and John had danced around the bounds of propriety before, but there had never been marks to hide, or things to actually be guilty for. Now, everything has changed, and Helen Magnus finds she doesn't care at all. This brave new world is all hers, and there is nothing about last night she will choose to feel guilty for.
Mariposa Grove (A Caelo Usque Ad Centrum)
Pairing: Helen/James/John/Nigel/Nikola combined in multiple ways
Length: 5,976 words
Author on LJ:
bessemerprocessAuthor Website: bessmerprocess @ AO3
Why this must be read: Another Yuletide fic. This fic is as EPIC as The Five are. It consists of snippets from the lives of The Five from 1885 all the way to 2010. The Five are such an incestuous little bunch, and I love how the writer pairs them together in all these different ways. The writer totally gets each and every one of The Five and their relationships with one another, and uses the most intriguing quotes to head each snippet. The writing is superb and the voices of the characters spot on. Within five minutes of reading this fic I knew it was going down as a classic in my book.
In the morning, Helen wakes up alone, in her own bedroom, feeling as if she had been trampled by stampede of new world Buffalos. There is a glass of water at her bedside, and once she gets herself up, she drains it dry. Helen looks down, she is in proper night dress, and she wonders exactly how she had gotten this way. She remembers Nikola and the needle, the intense euphoria, and then stumbling into John's bed.
She does a more thorough investigation. There is a wound on her inner thigh, where Nikola had bitten down and then lapped greedily until James had pulled him away. She remembers it feeling good at the time, though now it aches a bit. It is neatly bandaged, as skilled as if she had done it herself. There are other marks, from fingers and from other teeth, but nothing that cannot be hidden away. She and John had danced around the bounds of propriety before, but there had never been marks to hide, or things to actually be guilty for. Now, everything has changed, and Helen Magnus finds she doesn't care at all. This brave new world is all hers, and there is nothing about last night she will choose to feel guilty for.
Mariposa Grove (A Caelo Usque Ad Centrum)