The Chiswell Society

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

The Chiswell Society

The main plot follows Victor, a young man from the upper middle class, who lives with his family in London. The story takes place in the Victorian Era. Every drabble is a continuation of the previous one, so even though you can start reading at any point, it's recommended to read the story from the beginning.

Victor: A young man, who dropped out of Oxford and his family is still mad at him for it. He now has to work with his father, who has his own business. Thanks to that job, he meets Henry, who is the son of his father's client. One day, Henry invites him to the Chiswell Society meeting.

Henry (also known as young Mr Astley): He's a few years older than Victor and sometimes represents his father at business meetings. He's married and he and his wife live together in their own house. He got mostly married because of the pressure from his family and from society. He secretly attends the Chiswell Society meetings since he was invited by his first love interest when they were attending a university.

Emily: Victor's fiancé. She really likes Victor and was raised in a world where women are submissive housewives and that's how she envisions her future. But she always kind of hoped that she could do something else with her life.

Mrs. Dawes: Victor's mother. She's very religious and she wants Victor to have the life he's supposed to live (which in her eyes is to finish his studies, get married and have a good job). She still tends to treat Victor as a child because she thinks he's not responsible enough to take care of himself.

Mr. Dawes: Victor's father. He has his own business and he would like Victor to take over the business one day. That's a part of the reason he pressures him to work with him.

Jane: Victor's cousin. She's almost thirty and still single, therefore she's often the target of gossip. She got engaged to a man when she was 21 but then he broke off the engagement and since then, she is not interested in getting married.

The Chiswell Society: A secret club for men who like men. The only way to get in is to be invited by a member. The secrecy is necessary due to the criminalization of homosexuality at that time. They organize different meetings, parties etc. At most of them, they just drink and talk but occasionally the parties can get quite wild.

Other characters who can sometimes appear in the story are Henry's parents, his wife and other members of the Chiswell Society. I might add them in the future when we learn more about them.

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

Selfish

Drabble: 

He mindlessly wandered through Chelsea before getting a cab. Now, they didn't even want a password. First drink, second, third. Then he stopped counting.
As he was leaving, he saw Henry, walking to Mabel, smiling. What a hypocrite! He might be sweet and caring now but Victor knew better. Henry was a selfish asshole who only did what was good for him. He didn't care about anybody's feelings.
Victor wanted to cry. But men don't cry.
A handsome man sat down next to him, smiling, flirting, whispering. And Victor wished, for a second, that he could be selfish for once.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Okay, I'm heartbroken, too. Alright?!

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

You Don't Have a Choice

Úvodní poznámka: 

Well... this is happening I guess.

Drabble: 

"So, are you just going to put on the face of a loving husband and" he hesitated. "A father?"
"Who says I'm not a loving husband?" Henry asked, his jaw clenched.
Victor couldn't help it but laugh. "I don't think what you are doing is a sign of love."
"What did you think this was?" Henry scoffed. "A love story with happily ever after? We barely know each other."
Victor's heart sank in his chest and he suddenly couldn't swallow. "I don't want to pretend anymore," he said.
"Well," Henry looked him in the eye. "You don't have a choice."

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The Answer

Drabble: 

The rain, powerfully beating into the pavement and occasional sound of thunder already sounded ominous. The sad violin melody, coming from the inside just completed the symphony. Victor was shaking, terrified of what is to come. He never received an answer. He knocked.
The butler politely told him to leave but Victor ignored him. He pushed him aside and ran into the drawing room.
Henry quickly stopped playing when he noticed him. Mabel, his wife, got up and greeted him with a polite smile. But Victor didn't notice.
His eyes could only focus on the large belly under her dress.

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Frcq uxen

Úvodní poznámka: 

Hint: 9

Drabble: 

Mnja Qnwah,
R’en bnnw hxda ojcqna jwm qn mrmw’c vnwcrxw hxd. Jan hxd fnuu? r qxyn nenahcqrwp rb juarpqc. Rc’b knnw vjwh mjhb brwln fn’en bnnw njlq xcqna jwm r ljw’c bcxy cqrwtrwp jkxdc hxd. R rvjprwn hxda qjwmb cxdlqrwp vn. Hxda uryb xw vh uryb. R qxyn r’v wxc cxx kxum oxa bjhrwp cqrb. R onnu mroonanwc nena brwln hxd trbbnm vn urtn hxd fxdum trbb j fron. R twxf vh cqxdpqcb jan brwodu kdc r mxw’c twxf fqjc cx mx. R qjen onnurwpb oxa hxd jwm r wnnm cx twxf ro hxd onnu cqn bjvn.
Hxdab brwlnanuh,
Erlcxa

Závěrečná poznámka: 

I thought it would be nice to write something that makes kind of sense as a cypher. This drabble is a letter from Victor to Henry and he wouldn't probably be able to send it as a normal text anyway at that time.

Solution:
It's a simple cypher where all letters of the alphabet moved 9 spaces to the right (when you write it down).

Title: With love

Drabble:
Dear Henry,
I’ve seen your father and he didn’t mention you. Are you well? I hope everything is alright. It’s been many days since we’ve seen each other and I can’t stop thinking about you. I imagine your hands touching me. Your lips on my lips. I hope I’m not too bold for saying this. I feel different ever since you kissed me like you would kiss a wife. I know my thoughts are sinful but I don’t know what to do. I have feelings for you and I need to know if you feel the same.
Yours sincerely,
Victor

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

Let's talk business

Úvodní poznámka: 

I just had to finally write something from this fandom <3

Drabble: 

It was early in the morning and Victor and his father were sitting in a fancy pub in Chelsea. Mister Astley, Henry's father, was sitting across from them.
"The advertisement will be printed in the paper every day for three weeks," said his father.
They were there to talk business but Victor had trouble concentrating. He was secretly hoping Henry would be there, too. Why wasn't he? Victor couldn't ask. Instead, he put his business face on.
"Of course, we can repeat it in a few weeks, just to make sure that everybody sees it," Victor added with a smile.

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The Struggle

Drabble: 

It was late afternoon. Victor and Emily were walking through The Regent's Park, talking. It was strange. They knew each other since childhood but when they got engaged, it suddenly felt inappropriate to be alone together. They both laughed when the wind almost blew their hats off.
Victor couldn't help it but imagine Henry being here with them. His slightly longer black hair, blowing in the wind. Victor imagined running his fingers through it. Henry's eyes locked into Victor's. Henry's lips.
And then came the guilt. This wasn't fair to Emily.
But how do you stop your brain from wishing?!

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Dinner Night

Drabble: 

"And he said: "You would kiss me if you cared about me."," said Jane calmly and took another sip from her glass.
"Darling, please, don't be so vulgar," replied Victor's mother. "Let's change the topic, shall we?"
Victor was sitting on the opposite side of the table right next to Emily. His cheeks were flushed due to the amount of wine he already consumed tonight. How he hated these family events. And Jane, his cousin, always had stories to tell. Victor presumed she made them all up in order to shock everybody.
He wasn't so bold. He would never tell.

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Locked up

Drabble: 

It was late. Victor was sitting at his desk, writing. The only source of light in the room was a tall white candle. He was trying to be discreet. Since the costume party, he was forbidden from leaving the home alone.
"Dear Henry," he wrote again. There was a big pile of scrunched up pieces of paper on the floor. He just couldn't get this right. He wanted to apologize, to say he misses him. Could he?! Should he?! They barely knew each other.
He checked the time. Eleven? Almost. One word after another.
A love letter? Sin? A confession.

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

Raindrops

Drabble: 

Victor was standing on the street, looking up. Two floors, square windows with light brown frames and big intimidating wooden door.
Was his mother still awake? Did she tell his father? Is he going to be able to come home after that?
He was cold and freezing. It was raining heavily and he couldn't find a cab. He could see lightning cut through the black sky. The rumbling noise afterwards startled him. It was close. Like a drum, mourning a dead person.
His skin was still sensitive from all those kisses. Touches.
He turned around. He can't come home tonight.

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Something Was Missing

Drabble: 

Guilt. In every single bone. He never talked to his parents like that. He never ran away.
Now, he was sitting next to Henry. They both were wearing masks. Victor improvized by wearing his fanciest clothes and a crown his father made him when he was a child. Henry was wearing a red army uniform.
This party was different. Bolder.
Two people were kissing in front of them. They were men. One was wearing a dress. Victor's world was spinning. A new, unexplored territory. The last piece of a puzzle.
"Can I kiss you?" asked Henry softly and Victor nodded.

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Dark and Silent

Drabble: 

The house was dark and silent. It was quite late and Victor was holding an oil lamp and carefully stepping on the stairs, trying not to make much noise. He knew, his mother would never let him go. She would tell him he will get robbed or murdered (or drunk which in her eyes would probably be even worse).
"Where do you think you're going?" somebody asked from the bottom of the stairway. His mother was standing there, holding a candle. He silently cursed and before she could say anything more, he growled: "I am not a child anymore, mother."

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Scents and Razors

Úvodní poznámka: 

We need more about Victor's life, don't you agree? Enjoy.

Drabble: 

Since the last time, they've met, or maybe since that night, Victor couldn't get Henry out of his head. And he wasn't sure why.
Now, he was at the barbershop. The chair wasn't very comfortable but he found the feeling of a razor, caressing his cheeks and neck, calming. Tomorrow was the party, Henry invited him to. He needed a costume.
But today was even more important. His parents invited Emily for a dinner. Victor wasn't surprised. He was old enough for marriage. Why would he say no?!
His head started spinning. It must have been from all those perfumes.

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Tell Me The Secret

Drabble: 

"What are you doing here?" Victor whispered when he saw him.
"Well, nice to see you, too," answered Henry in a reserved voice. "I am here to discuss business if you must know."
It took Victor a few seconds. Yes. That's right. His father. Henry's father. Business.
"I'm sorry," Victor looked away, embarrassed.
"Did you think I was here to see you?" continued Henry.
Victor felt foolish. And disappointed.
Henry reached into his pocket. A letter.
"You'll need a password this time."
Victor nodded, confused. Henry's breath was warm on his earlobe. Two words.
It was almost time for dinner.

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Morning Breath

Úvodní poznámka: 

So I wanted to write more about Margaret but I guess you'll have to wait to find out more.

This drabble is a part of a story but you can read it on its own if you want :)

Drabble: 

"Victor, you need to wake up!"
Victor mumbled something and covered his head with a blanket. He was up all night and sneaked in just a few hours ago. Now, it all felt like a dream.
"Victor, are you listening to me?!"
During moments like this, he wished to be married already so he wouldn't have to deal with his mother anymore.
His body was sore and something was screaming inside his brain. He needed a bath.
The memories were blurry but he could still taste the alcohol. He touched his lips. Hot, red, swollen. But it wasn't just alcohol.

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A Lady in Red

Drabble: 

Smell, sound, voices. A lady dressed in red was entering the room. Victor would stand up if he wasn't so shocked. A woman? At night in a pub? Was she a prostitute?
A man, much drunker than Victor ever was, was following her. She clearly didn't like it but she let him put his arm around her waist anyway.
"Who is she?" Victor asked Henry before he could stop himself.
"She is queeeen Margaret," immediately shouted the drunk. "She is the queen of all roads. They all lead back... to her bed." he giggled but nobody else found it funny.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

I've had this idea before the topic came up so I just changed it a little bit. I also had to delete some parts I liked which is a bummer (also the ending is not great). But hopefully, you enjoyed it anyways :)

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

The Opium Dream

Úvodní poznámka: 

I had difficulties to write a drabble today because... time and inspiration and stuff. So hopefully it's okay.

Drabble: 

The light was dim and the air was filled with the scent of opium. Two men were sitting on a divan, talking. Their half-empty glasses were standing on the table.
Henry was saying something but Victor wasn't listening. He could only hear humming in his ears. Like from a factory.
Victor noticed the men were sitting very close. Touching. He could feel Henry's fingers on his thigh. He had two glasses already and the poisoned air wasn't helping either. He needed to concentrate.
"Five and five is ten, three times three is nine." more random numbers. Counting. It usually helped.

Obrázek uživatele Karin Schecter

The Unknown

Úvodní poznámka: 

Original fandom. Previous part: http://sosaci.net/node/28950 (but can be read separately ;))

Drabble: 

"Knock three times shortly and say I invited you."
Victor did as he was told.
It felt strange. Wrong even. Was it too late to leave?
Inside, the place looked like a normal pub. Men of all ages were talking and drinking. Somebody was smoking opium.
Mr. Astley was standing by the stairs, holding a glass of sherry.
"I am glad you came," he smiled. "Can I call you Victor?"
Victor nodded, nervous, unable to speak.
"Call me Henry, then. Come."
The room was silent. Victor felt as if he was being watched when he followed Henry up the stairs.

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An Invitation

Úvodní poznámka: 

Original fandom. Let me know if you want more :)

Drabble: 

The sky was already dark and the cold wind was pinching his cheeks and making them red. It looked like he was blushing. Soft petals tickled his palm as he gently held the flower. A green carnation.
That afternoon, he had an appointment with one of father's clients. Young Mr. Astley. His forearm was still burning from the firm touch. Victor pretended he didn't understand.
Why did he give him the carnation? An invitation. Risking everything. Losing his wife, business, reputation. He could’ve ended up with nothing. They both could.
Victor took a deep breath and knocked. Come what may.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Have a great DMD 2018 everybody! <3

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