~O.o~
They don’t talk about it at work the next day.
“How was the commute?” asks James when they meet in Julius’s office.
“A child was conceived, carried to term, born and learned to ride a fucking bike in the time it took for me to reach this land of ineptitude,” snaps Julius and dismisses James.
Thankfully, the ministers of Her Majesty’s Government are the same cock ups that they are the other three hundred and sixty four days of the standard year, which gives lots of people for James to string up by the toes. Some foolish temp makes the career-destroying mistake of muttering ‘blue balled’ within James’s (admittedly hound-like) hearing. James seizes the youth by his collar; hauling him close enough that James can see his own rabid expression …show more content…
She’s disgusted and naive and thinks that James- James; once the bright eyed and bushy tailed boy who wanted to write articles for newspapers and change the world, should stand up and call the government out for the shambles that it is. She doesn’t understand that James is changing the world. Him and Julius both, off the record, giving Ministers and Secretaries of States the lines. Telling them what to say; feeding them policies out of their back pockets. It is the two of them, the Mad Scots of Whitehall against this government that would collapse without them.
So no, James isn’t all that brokenhearted after his divorce, though he does miss the days when they were deliriously in love. There was an actual reason he had gotten down on one knee on that frozen lake and spent three years of savings on the whopper of a diamond that Katherine now slides off her finger, with her plain gold band, and drops into his palm.
James is bothered by the fact that Julius has since turned into an unsociable bastard (more so than previously) and that when James sounds the horns and yells their war cry of ‘fuck the tories,’ he echoes into resounding silence. He hasn’t actually lost anything (well, other than his wife), and Julius is hardly one would weep over losing the confidence of, yet James finds himself strangely …show more content…
James is on his feet without realising it, instinct overriding sense, and he’s going back, of course. He’s going to return to storm the castle with six months of pent up fury ill spent yelling abuse as the Celtics flail about on the telly. There’ll be blood and sweat and tears, but when the dust clears they’ll be atop of it all in the new administration. But then a signature at the bottom of a page wavers before his eyes, and James halts. He doesn’t call. They aren’t friends, they aren’t fucking bosom buddies- they were brothers in arms once, if one were to be archaic about it. Still, Julius had taken those arms (stolen those arms) and rammed them straight through James’ back, so excuse him if he switches off the television and goes to take a piss rather than phoning a man to whom he owes
They don’t talk about it at work the next day.
“How was the commute?” asks James when they meet in Julius’s office.
“A child was conceived, carried to term, born and learned to ride a fucking bike in the time it took for me to reach this land of ineptitude,” snaps Julius and dismisses James.
Thankfully, the ministers of Her Majesty’s Government are the same cock ups that they are the other three hundred and sixty four days of the standard year, which gives lots of people for James to string up by the toes. Some foolish temp makes the career-destroying mistake of muttering ‘blue balled’ within James’s (admittedly hound-like) hearing. James seizes the youth by his collar; hauling him close enough that James can see his own rabid expression …show more content…
She’s disgusted and naive and thinks that James- James; once the bright eyed and bushy tailed boy who wanted to write articles for newspapers and change the world, should stand up and call the government out for the shambles that it is. She doesn’t understand that James is changing the world. Him and Julius both, off the record, giving Ministers and Secretaries of States the lines. Telling them what to say; feeding them policies out of their back pockets. It is the two of them, the Mad Scots of Whitehall against this government that would collapse without them.
So no, James isn’t all that brokenhearted after his divorce, though he does miss the days when they were deliriously in love. There was an actual reason he had gotten down on one knee on that frozen lake and spent three years of savings on the whopper of a diamond that Katherine now slides off her finger, with her plain gold band, and drops into his palm.
James is bothered by the fact that Julius has since turned into an unsociable bastard (more so than previously) and that when James sounds the horns and yells their war cry of ‘fuck the tories,’ he echoes into resounding silence. He hasn’t actually lost anything (well, other than his wife), and Julius is hardly one would weep over losing the confidence of, yet James finds himself strangely …show more content…
James is on his feet without realising it, instinct overriding sense, and he’s going back, of course. He’s going to return to storm the castle with six months of pent up fury ill spent yelling abuse as the Celtics flail about on the telly. There’ll be blood and sweat and tears, but when the dust clears they’ll be atop of it all in the new administration. But then a signature at the bottom of a page wavers before his eyes, and James halts. He doesn’t call. They aren’t friends, they aren’t fucking bosom buddies- they were brothers in arms once, if one were to be archaic about it. Still, Julius had taken those arms (stolen those arms) and rammed them straight through James’ back, so excuse him if he switches off the television and goes to take a piss rather than phoning a man to whom he owes