1 Work by blurhawaii in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV)
In his line of work, possessions fell in and out of his hands daily. Books were rare and books on magic far and few between, but stories, stories were tangled words that didn’t need to be written in ink. He had heard spoken tales of other worlds over bridges and under archways, subtly different in appearance until suddenly you found you were in too deep. With a dash of ego, he had always assumed he would know the difference but the moment John Childermass crossed the threshold of The White Horse the dull itch under his skin became a bone deep vibration, and the ethereal thing he was searching for moved tangibly closer.