A Queer Fellow Indeed
rejoice! tma victorian au mini fic be upon ye!
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There was good reason that Jonah and all his various proteges were fled from the newly established institute by 6pm on the dot. All, that is, excepting Jonah’s second in command and personal assistant, one Mr. Jonathan Sims.
Mr. Sims was a man who firmly believed that if the price of progress that went along more hurriedly than snail’s pace was a lack of sleep and, on occasion, sanity, then so be it. Perhaps his colleagues took more joy in social callings than himself, or perhaps they simply put more stock in the rumors of what happens in the basement once the sun set, but no matter. Him and Mr. Magnus were building something great together, and those rumors were merely a fabrication of those either too superstitious or too dull to be central to something so triumphant.
Well.
Mostly fabrication.
