The Buccaneers, S01E05 (2023)

The Buccaneers  — 1.01 x 1.08

Mabel & Honoria

The Buccaneers (2023)

mabel and honoria per episode + women or wives

a quick mabel + honoria ficlet based on # 23 from this Christmas prompt list: "one slipping on ice and the other's heart dropping. it's only when they laugh or see that they're okay, the other's heart picks back up again."

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Christmas at Tintagel this year saw a cold, sharp frost and a sense of melancholy in the air.

It was the first year Christmas would be hosted by the newest Duke and Duchess, but despite the joyous occasion, neither seemed to be in good humor. Nan looked different—held her head higher, smiled less—and Theo, solemn as he had been once, was particularly withdrawn and curt. A loveless marriage did not suit them, clearly, and Mabel made a point of whispering as much to Lizzy.

“Mabel,” Lizzy said sharply in response. “It’s Christmas. No such talk is allowed at Christmas.”

“The truth?” Mabel asked, but Lizzy only shook her head in warning. As such, Mabel obediently held her tongue, and reached for a drink. At the very least, she would not have to endure the festivities sober.

“I wonder when Conchita will arrive,” Lizzy remarked as they made their walkabout the room, sparing polite nods at the lords and ladies who had been fortunate enough to obtain an invitation tonight. “It’s so late already.”

“You mean Lady Conchita,” Mabel corrected with a dramatic enough flair that Lizzy rolled her eyes. “She’ll make a grand entrance. I know it.” And, Mabel thought privately, hopefully her arrival would mean that of Honoria’s. The idea was enough to make her giddy, and she stood on her tip-toes to eagerly peer through the crowds.

“Is that Miles?” Lizzy gasped, which proved to be ample distraction to Mabel’s search. “With a woman?”

“He does know women, I’m sure,” Mabel said. “From what I hear, he’s doomed to be married to one any day now.”

Lizzy gave Mabel an exasperated glare. “Honestly, Mabel, you need to tell me these things. What use is a sister if you’re not entertaining me with these scandals?”

“I don’t see how it would be a scandal. He’s marrying a woman, not a horse.”  Mabel finally managed to spot Miles herself, and he met her eye. She waved, and he raised his glass in response.

“He’s a good man,” Lizzy said decidedly, like it was a fact.

“He is,” Mabel agreed. “And you still have time to sweep him off his feet, if you’d like.”

“You—I can’t bear to be another second around you. Sisterly duty or not—”

Whatever sisterly duty might entail, it remained a mystery, for Nan had found her way to their corner of the room. “Mabel, Lizzy,” she exhaled. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you both.”

“Here,” Mabel said, and offered her drink. “You’ll be needing this.”

Nan stared at the glass for a moment and then, almost in bewilderment, said: “I haven’t had a drink all night. How have I not had a drink all night?” Without further delay, she immediately downed the last of Mabel’s drink.

“Let’s get you another,” Lizzy declared, and Nan smiled the way a bright sun might emerge from storm clouds, much more herself.

When Conchita did arrive, it was to a much-improved Duchess, though Nan nearly sobbed when Conchita embraced her for the first time. All night no one had spoken of Jinny, but her absence lingered; Mabel watched Conchita whisper into Nan’s ear and felt the urge to squeeze Lizzy’s hands between her own, just once. Just to remember she was there.

“You wouldn’t believe the carriage ride here,” Conchita sighed, once they had supplied her with a drink. “So bumpy! I thought for sure I would’ve ended up in Honoria’s lap before the night was over.”

Mabel felt her stomach dip at the mention of her love, and she tried quite hard to mask her interest as she said, “Honoria came with you?”

“Yes, she surprised us,” Conchita said thoughtfully. “I was sure she’d want to spend the night with her dreadful parents like always.” She cast a curious look over her shoulder. “I don’t know where she went. Richard must be keeping her company.”

But Mabel could see Richard in the distance, and he was deep in conversation with Miles and Miles’ wife-to-be. Honoria was, much to her disappointment, nowhere in sight. “I’m going to get another drink,” she announced, intent on seeking Honoria instead—she already had an idea of where to look.

As expected, Lady Honoria Marable was standing at the same pavilion where last Christmas Mabel had given her that fateful music box, and she was a vision to behold; a red fitted gown and matching shawl, loose tendrils of her blond hair curled prettily over her cheeks. Mabel felt herself smile before she even realized it, and she quickened her pace in excitement.

“Honoria! You’re—” 

The ground overtook her all at once, and Mabel blinked up at the sky, foiled by the ice-slicked steps leading up to the pavilion. There was a distinct wetness at her back, and the snowflakes in the air—though less plentiful now than at the start of the evening—continued to fall steadily against her skin and clothes. It was all so…so…absurd, that laughter was the only reasonable response.

“Honoria,” Mabel gasped between laughs without even knowing if she could hear, “Honoria, never tell anyone that happened.”

A moment later, Honoria was at her side, pulling at Mabel’s hands and muttering under her breath about fools and follies. Mabel fondly watched Honoria’s pinched, worried face and took great pleasure in being that fool.

“Are you alright?” Honoria asked at last. Her expression softened just so, which betrayed the extent of her distress. “You frightened me.”

“Happy Christmas to you, too,” Mabel said happily, and Honoria frowned.

“This isn’t a joke, Mabel. My heart just about stopped.”

“So did mine, when I saw you,” Mabel said, unable to stop herself from flirting just a little; Honoria only frowned deeper, unwilling to forgive so easily. “I’m fine, I swear it. Don’t be cross with me on Christmas.”

“I’m not cross.” Honoria gripped her shawl tightly as if in preparation of some continued tirade, but all she said in a terse, quiet voice was: “You shouldn’t have been so reckless.”

“I know,” Mabel said. “But if you’re going to scold me, can we get out of the snow first? If I freeze, you’re going to feel really bad.”

Honoria sighed, as if this was all one great inconvenience, and they made their way up the steps together—much slower, and much more carefully, with their hands linked together. Once they were on stable ground, Mabel did not let go; she merely pulled Honoria closer, and mindful that no one else was around, brushed a kiss to Honoria’s cold face.

“You still haven’t told me happy Christmas,” Mabel whispered into her ear, and Honoria laughed, a choked kind of laugh which seemed to vanquish any of her remaining anger.

“Happy Christmas,” Honoria said, amused, and she dared to give Mabel a quick, proper kiss before immediately stepping back. Of the two, she was far more careful to not give affection in public. Mabel was cautious as well, but in moments like these—moments where she was too overjoyed to see Honoria—she could hardly be blamed for having less tact.

“I missed you,” Mabel said, and felt it, in every fiber of her being. “I missed you since Bonfire night when we said goodbye. I missed you this morning, when I woke up too early for Christmas and had no one to wake up too. And I miss you now, because—because I know we will have to say goodbye again tonight.”

Honoria gazed back tenderly, and allowed a precious moment of swaying closer, hands taking both of Mabel’s. “The night has just begun,” she corrected. “There are no goodbyes, yet.”

“Right,” Mabel breathed, and she leaned down to rest her forehead against Honoria’s. “Why didn’t you come inside earlier? I saw your brother.”

“I assumed you would be with your friends,” Honoria said wistfully. “I didn’t want to interrupt.” She paused. “I would have done nothing but stare at you all evening, either way.”

“Well sometimes a girl wants to be stared at,” Mabel teased, and delighted in the way Honoria’s body shook with a huffy sigh the way it always did when she was too bashful. “I would’ve been staring right back at you…probably pretending that I was dancing with you.”

“I’m an awful dancer,” Honoria said, whispered like it was a secret. “My mother says so.”

Mabel pretended to consider that for a second. “No,” she said. “I’m afraid your mother is just an awful, lying cow.”

Despite herself, Honoria giggled. “You’ve never seen me dance.”

“I don’t need to,” Mabel said, and she leaned back, if only to fully ensure Honoria could see how serious she was. “You’re beautiful. Everything you do is beautiful.”

Honoria’s eyes had gone wet and sad at once, and she shook her head, though not to Mabel. Perhaps to herself. Then her gloved hands reached for Mabel’s face, frozen for a perfect moment in time, before Honoria kissed her again. This was not a stolen kiss—not a chaste kiss—no, it was a valiant attempt to undo any notions of goodbye ever again. Mabel was wild from it, hands tight on Honoria’s waist as she hungrily drew her closer, desperate and aching and practically aflame with desire.

It was, even for an instant, a sliver of forever. Mabel knew it, and so did Honoria, who looked at Mabel with so much affection even as she cried.

“Don’t cry,” Mabel said, pained. “We’re not allowed to be sad on Christmas.”

Another sob, this time, tinged with laughter. “I’m not sad,” Honoria sniffed. “I’m…happy. I’ve never been this happy.” She wiped at her eyes and smiled, smiled so brightly that Mabel’s worry instantly eased. “You make me so happy.”

“And you, Lady Honoria Marable,” Mabel said, “you make me brave.” She glanced over her shoulder, but did not see any stragglers from the night’s festivities about, which inspired her to reach her hand out. “Will you dance with me?”

“Now?” Honoria asked. “But we haven’t any music, and…”

“And?”

“And I’m afraid I really am a horrid dancer,” Honoria confessed, which only made Mabel grin.

“I think we’ve already decided that’s impossible,” Mabel reminded her, stretching her arm closer. “You’re not going to tell me no, are you? On Christmas?”

“You are being quite loose on what Christmas is about,” Honoria said. “Just so we’re clear.” And she took Mabel’s cold, expectant hand in her gloved one, squeezed so tight like any second Mabel might disappear entirely.

They swayed together like any other couple in the grand, festive ballroom of Tintagel might, but Mabel privately felt their celebration was much richer—all the grandeur in the palace could not possibly compare to Honoria’s shy, exuberant smile and the warmth of her embrace. All the grandeur in the world could not possibly compare.

“I love you,” Mabel said without thinking, and her heart hammered in her chest, screaming for a single, choked, agonizing breath before Honoria’s hand gently smoothed against Mabel’s shoulder and she replied,

“I have loved you for a long time, Mabel Elmsworth.”

Mabel’s heart relaxed, and she smiled against Honoria’s hair, her relief as profound as her love just then. “Oh. That’s…good to know,” she said, and before Honoria could poke fun, she stepped back to spin Honoria suddenly; it caused her to stumble, and they collapsed into a heap on the floor, unable to immediately untangle themselves from each other.

Honoria took one look at Mabel’s stupefied expression and promptly burst out into laughter. Slowly, Mabel could do nothing else but join in, overcome with dizzying joy—with stark surprise—with a sudden chill now that she was victim to the floor once more.

And with love, of course. So much love.

“eternally yours, in the understanding that you will never be mine”

“i am weak, and i am confused. but my love for you is neither”

“i hate you for making me feel like i could be loved”

“how can love ever be wrong? if that’s what gives you butterflies, then you’re exactly who you’re supposed to be”

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shoulda gone with my gut instinct. Theo’s a dick and Guy has totally won me over. But I also feel like the writers are gonna dig in on guy being a dick next week so who knows.

Also did anyone else’s heart break for Honoria? Like she’s finally coming out of her shell and living with less shame and then Mabel just tears her down. I get it because of what Mabel went through back in New York but Christ, would someone give Honoria a hug?

finally, I love that lizzy finally talks about it with Guy of all people. I hope we get to see more of their friendship.

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