This is some fan-fiction I'm writing about primarily Fuchsia because I
really connected with her. I don't know what you will think of it. I'm only
14 so it might turn into rambling after the first 10 words. I based Fuchsia
and Steerpike more on the BBC characters than the books because I have only
read Titus Groan. You can decide if they come from the tele-movie or the
book yourself. All feedback would be very welcome at gryansgirl@yahoo.com,
jonathansgerkin@etoast.com or fuchsia_groan@angelfire.com.
Title: I haven't got one as yet; I'm hoping it will come to me as the story progresses.
Characters: I do not own Fuchsia or Steerpike or anyone else from Gormenghast as much as I'd like to. I do however own "The Man" but he is at present nameless because I'm going through a memory block and can't think up anything to call him.
Rating: I have no idea? G? PG-13? I doubt R or NC-17 because the only language if the word piss (so if you find it offensive don't read the story).
My name if Alice (although you probably weren't wondering). I just like to know the name of people who write fan-fiction that I read so if you are like me here it is.
Feedback: Yes please.
1 Chapter 1
Fuchsia stood at her attic window. She felt cold, miserable and alone. There was no one to talk to, no one with whom she could have an intelligent conversation with anyway. The Doctor was always busy, Nannie, although she loved her dearly was a babbling and melodramatic fool and Titus was only a baby. She could not; no she would not talk to that boy Steerpike. It would not be proper, herself Lady Fuchsia, daughter of Sepulchrave Groan conversing with a kitchen boy.
She decided to go on a walk, she could pick up on where her dreams left off. The lawn was too obvious, too dangerous. Who knows who she could bump into? Her vile aunts Clarice and Cora or long-necked Irma. The wood was the only suitable place to walk; it was nice and cool with shrubs, birds and ferrets. She had never seen a ferret, but read about them in her many books and felt as though she would never truly live a life until she had seen one.
Upon walking she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Fuchsia thought it must be Steerpike, just like him, invading her inner sanctum. He had done it before, when she first saw him in her attic. He had taken to following her when she walked outside or when she was in the castle. When she visited Doctor Prune he always made sure to talk to her. But when he saw Titus, his eyes would not leave him until he was out of his sight. They would glaze over with contempt. Fuchsia did not hate Steerpike, but she feared him, for her sake and her families. But when she turned it was not Steerpike behind her but another young man. He looked very different to all young men she had seen before. He was not dark, but very pale with long black hair reaching almost to the end of his tailbone. His eyes were different colours, one blue and one green. His nose was small and pointy, resembling a hawks and his lips were blood red and full. He was not wearing castle uniform but finery, too fine to be from Gormenghast. To Fuchsia he was the most beautiful and elegant man she had ever seen.
He came over too her. Fuchsia started to panic. What was she to say, to do? Did she look pretty enough, did her breath smell? How was she to talk to this man who looked more like a god? As he came closer she saw he had a horse with him, but much to her disappointment it was not a unicorn as she had hoped but a plane grey horse. When he finally reached her side she mustered up enough courage to say, "That's an attractive stallion you have." He smiled showing two dimples on either side of his mouth. "Actually, it's a mare, her name is Minority." Fuchsia blushed. Her knowledge of horses was something to be desired. "Oh," she said, "Hello Minority." "And what is your name?" he asked. To that she replied, "Fuchsia."
The man went on to tell her where he came from. He was an adventurer from the east. When Fuchsia told him she knew of nothing but Gormenghast, that it was all he laughed. "There is much more," he exclaimed "but the people of Gormenghast are either too arrogant or too ignorant to look for it."
After many hours of talking night fell and the temperature fell. Fuchsia shivered. The man gave her his coat, woven from fine silk and told her to keep it as a gift. He also asked her if she knew of a place to stay in the forest. Fuchsia smiled. "Why don't you want to stay in the castle? I can get you a room to stay in, it would be much warmer and more comfortable than here in the woods." But the man refused. "The last thing Gormenghast needs is someone from another land. They sound as if they are happy thinking they are the only ones is existence in this world." Fuchsia laughed quite chirpily, "Well if I cannot make you change your mind, I must go before my Nannie start to panic." With that she left, beaming now that she had found someone to talk to. Just before she was out of eyesight the man called out "Fuchsia will you meet with me tomorrow at 9 o' clock?" and she yelled back with passion "Of course!" As she walked back to the castle she looked back on the day and realised how many good things lay in store for her because of meeting Minority and… and… in all of her excitement she had not even asked for his name. "Oh well," she cried out loud, "there is always tomorrow."
As Fuchsia left the forest and the man found a place to camp another figure came out of the shadows, Steerpike looking not only envious of the man but extremely pissed off. "Oh well my love," she hissed "there is nothing wrong with a little friendly competition!"
Title: I haven't got one as yet; I'm hoping it will come to me as the story progresses.
Characters: I do not own Fuchsia or Steerpike or anyone else from Gormenghast as much as I'd like to. I do however own "The Man" but he is at present nameless because I'm going through a memory block and can't think up anything to call him.
Rating: I have no idea? G? PG-13? I doubt R or NC-17 because the only language if the word piss (so if you find it offensive don't read the story).
My name if Alice (although you probably weren't wondering). I just like to know the name of people who write fan-fiction that I read so if you are like me here it is.
Feedback: Yes please.
1 Chapter 1
Fuchsia stood at her attic window. She felt cold, miserable and alone. There was no one to talk to, no one with whom she could have an intelligent conversation with anyway. The Doctor was always busy, Nannie, although she loved her dearly was a babbling and melodramatic fool and Titus was only a baby. She could not; no she would not talk to that boy Steerpike. It would not be proper, herself Lady Fuchsia, daughter of Sepulchrave Groan conversing with a kitchen boy.
She decided to go on a walk, she could pick up on where her dreams left off. The lawn was too obvious, too dangerous. Who knows who she could bump into? Her vile aunts Clarice and Cora or long-necked Irma. The wood was the only suitable place to walk; it was nice and cool with shrubs, birds and ferrets. She had never seen a ferret, but read about them in her many books and felt as though she would never truly live a life until she had seen one.
Upon walking she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Fuchsia thought it must be Steerpike, just like him, invading her inner sanctum. He had done it before, when she first saw him in her attic. He had taken to following her when she walked outside or when she was in the castle. When she visited Doctor Prune he always made sure to talk to her. But when he saw Titus, his eyes would not leave him until he was out of his sight. They would glaze over with contempt. Fuchsia did not hate Steerpike, but she feared him, for her sake and her families. But when she turned it was not Steerpike behind her but another young man. He looked very different to all young men she had seen before. He was not dark, but very pale with long black hair reaching almost to the end of his tailbone. His eyes were different colours, one blue and one green. His nose was small and pointy, resembling a hawks and his lips were blood red and full. He was not wearing castle uniform but finery, too fine to be from Gormenghast. To Fuchsia he was the most beautiful and elegant man she had ever seen.
He came over too her. Fuchsia started to panic. What was she to say, to do? Did she look pretty enough, did her breath smell? How was she to talk to this man who looked more like a god? As he came closer she saw he had a horse with him, but much to her disappointment it was not a unicorn as she had hoped but a plane grey horse. When he finally reached her side she mustered up enough courage to say, "That's an attractive stallion you have." He smiled showing two dimples on either side of his mouth. "Actually, it's a mare, her name is Minority." Fuchsia blushed. Her knowledge of horses was something to be desired. "Oh," she said, "Hello Minority." "And what is your name?" he asked. To that she replied, "Fuchsia."
The man went on to tell her where he came from. He was an adventurer from the east. When Fuchsia told him she knew of nothing but Gormenghast, that it was all he laughed. "There is much more," he exclaimed "but the people of Gormenghast are either too arrogant or too ignorant to look for it."
After many hours of talking night fell and the temperature fell. Fuchsia shivered. The man gave her his coat, woven from fine silk and told her to keep it as a gift. He also asked her if she knew of a place to stay in the forest. Fuchsia smiled. "Why don't you want to stay in the castle? I can get you a room to stay in, it would be much warmer and more comfortable than here in the woods." But the man refused. "The last thing Gormenghast needs is someone from another land. They sound as if they are happy thinking they are the only ones is existence in this world." Fuchsia laughed quite chirpily, "Well if I cannot make you change your mind, I must go before my Nannie start to panic." With that she left, beaming now that she had found someone to talk to. Just before she was out of eyesight the man called out "Fuchsia will you meet with me tomorrow at 9 o' clock?" and she yelled back with passion "Of course!" As she walked back to the castle she looked back on the day and realised how many good things lay in store for her because of meeting Minority and… and… in all of her excitement she had not even asked for his name. "Oh well," she cried out loud, "there is always tomorrow."
As Fuchsia left the forest and the man found a place to camp another figure came out of the shadows, Steerpike looking not only envious of the man but extremely pissed off. "Oh well my love," she hissed "there is nothing wrong with a little friendly competition!"