olden times for Tommy

[oohforeshadowing]

The great country pile isn't their speed, really.

Double had their lovely house in London, bought and paid for by their adoptive father - a High Fae of some high regard, who'd been fretting about their lands and accounts falling into strangers' hands when he passed on. It was a heartrending story, of course, and Double was...well, positively delighted to be anything the old man wanted them to be. For the right price.

Shapeshifters have long since had a bad reputation for sliding into the upper echelons this way. They hadn't been in penury to begin with, by any means, but 'lovely house in London' money and 'vast estates with mining wealth and hundreds of rate-paying tenants' money is not the same by some order of magnitude.

The old man died peacefully in his bed, well over a century old, and left the manor house and everything that went with it to their sole heir. Who is going to sell it all, eventually, but it feels tasteless not to even let their 'father's' body grow cold.

They move in after the last of their furniture has been transported, and lets the housekeeper give them the tour. They cut quite the figure: long blond hair pinned up in curls, a jacket and blouse tailored tightly to a corseted waist, the snug high-waisted breeches favoured by most males. Their tail is the most exposed part of them and the woman they're following keeps eyeing it like she's not sure if it's obscene or not.

"...show you the stables, your grace," she says, as she walks ahead to the outbuildings.

"Ah. I suppose we ought."

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[oohforeshadowing]

Oh, now he wants to talk business. How dull. But they obediently clear their throat and straighten up.

"I did, Mr Shelby. What did you have in mind?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"We need a few younger horses. One no longer has the strength to pull a two-person carriage, the other hasn't been used for two years now, but she was your father's favourite. The carriages need upkeep or replacing - there are newer models, now, faster ones, with better wheels. The ones we have are lovely to look at, but not so practical, or modern."

He pauses a moment, then adds:

"And if you've any interest in races, I could recommend breeders."

[oohforeshadowing]

That's an interesting addition to make, Double thinks, but doesn't pursue it yet.

"Let's make sure we have steady foundations first, darling. The purchase of horses, I leave in your hands - I'll instruct Mr. Lancer to ensure you have whatever funds you need. Perhaps we could visit a coachmaker together and look over their designs?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"We'll have to go into the city for that - the town doesn't have a coachmaker, I do the repairs with the carpent - "

Here, he cuts himself off as the horse slips just a little. She's very capable and steady, but the rocks shift unexpectedly and she has to compensate by picking up in a slight gallop for a few yards.

[oohforeshadowing]

And, humiliating as it is, Double can't help the squeaky little yelp that escapes them, or the way their fingers clamp around Thomas' shoulder. If they weren't so fastidious about keeping their nails - claws, truly - so neatly filled, they'd have punctured his jacket.

The horse finds solid ground again, slowing to a gentle trot, and Double carefully loosens their hand.

"...Well. Apologies for a moment of unnecessary drama, Mr. Shelby."

[bleak_midwinter]

He'd reached back to steady them, his strong hand on their knee, grasping tightly to make sure they don't overbalance and fall off even though the horse has its affairs in order.

"Are you alright?" He glances over his shoulder, just as much as their position allows.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Fine! I'm fine," they repeat - less hurriedly, more firmly. They lightly set their hand over his and give it a brief squeeze. "Just...not accustomed to this sort of terrain."

[bleak_midwinter]

"...and horseriding?" He's willing to bet. Carriages are a very different experience from being on horseback. He quietly withdraws his hand and takes the reins back in hand. Luckily, they've passed the worst of it, and are onto even terrain now.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I never had to learn," they confess. "The odd trip like this, with steady hands on the reins, but nothing more...involved."

Why compel themself to do anything more?

[bleak_midwinter]

"That's the downside of being in the city. Everything's so close, you can do anything by coach."

He sounds obviously disapproving. What use is a place if you can't ride a horse?

"You ought to learn."

[oohforeshadowing]

"I accept your generous offer to educate me, Mr Shelby," they chirp, and move on before he can object. "What did Papa use this land for?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He'd assumed they would say this, though their enthusiasm is a little jarring. He doesn't protest.

"This part - hunting, mostly. Drive the animals through the woods and out here, you've got some good prey. The ground is rich, though. There may be coal to be found."

Coal. There's some use to it, but Tommy has heard of the machines being built that need it. Machines that don't rely on magic, machines that use human power. Materials they themselves can get.

It's a reason many of the supernatural-owned estates aren't being used for mining. Why allow humans to be more self-sufficient? The rewards would have to be quite substantial for them to accept that.

[oohforeshadowing]

"He told me he was having surveys done during his last visit," they murmur, meaning last both in the sense of 'most recent' and 'final'. "If he was keen on the idea, I don't see any reason not to continue the pursuit. Unless you think it would cause more problems than it might solve?" they venture.

Have an opinion on something that isn't horse-related, Shelby, they dare you.

[bleak_midwinter]

Well, fuck, they got him. He makes a face, happy they can't see him being caught out, but doesn't struggle this time.

"I think it could be very, very profitable, Your Grace. I'm just the stablemaster, but I know something is happening. But it's something human."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Mmm. You know we're not all magic users?" Double says. "Or rather, some of us are very niche. Shifters can't do anything beyond shifting. That's useful on occasion but it's not consistently helpful."

[bleak_midwinter]

"But do you get your hands dirty with human affairs? Most don't. It's human, so it's- lowly. Filthy. Unworthy."

He shakes his head.

"I don't get the sense from you, Your Grace, but you've surely heard this sentiment even more than I have."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, certainly. I had acquaintances in London who couldn't believe I didn't join Papa out here the moment I had the opportunity," they sigh. Tommy will all but hear their eyes rolling.

Their voice changes abruptly - female, almost shrill:

"Humans are...fine, in moderation, but don't you think this city is a little too crowded with them?" Male, boorish: "If I was in your shoes, Double, you wouldn't have seen me for months. Thank the spirits that you're pretty because you're not very bright."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's never seen a shifter in action, and even hearing it now impresses him. He shivers, bending his head, letting the experience settle in.

"And here you are," he says after a moment, "in the countryside, riding sidesaddle behind one of those pesky humans."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Already enjoying myself a great deal more than I have in proper society for months," they agree. "And I wouldn't for a moment put it all down to sheer novelty."

[bleak_midwinter]

"No? What don't you enjoy about proper society, then?"

Better than asking what do you like here, since he can guess at that answer.

[oohforeshadowing]

Double hums thoughtfully.

"Have you ever seen a play, darling?"

Not at some city theatre, they very much doubt that, but - there are ways and means for even the poorest to catch a glimpse of the performing arts.

[bleak_midwinter]

He nods. "I have, a few times. Local shows, of course."

[oohforeshadowing]

"I love the theatre," they tell him, sounding positively dreamy about it. "I love watching an actor of tremendous talent treading the boards, inhabiting a role, making it their own. And to be entirely honest? Most of my peers in London spend their lives trying to play some role or other. Someone cleverer, more confident, more competent than themselves. Tragically, none of them are very good at it and it's grown exhausting to watch."

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets that sink in, impressed at their way with words. Looks like there's more to them than meets the eye.

"Are you good at it? Did you learn how to be?"

[oohforeshadowing]

Honestly, it's a pleasant surprise that he's even venturing to ask. They rest their head against his back and make a soft, thoughtful sound.

"I would suggest I've never really tried," they tell him. "Not from day to day, at least. But perhaps that means I've simply...disappeared into the role."