#jerott blyth

Lymond & Jerott in The Disorderly Knights, Pawn in Frankincense, and Checkmate / "The Great Divide," Noah Kahan

noah kahan officially released this song finally which is great because it means i can now watch the lymond/jerott amv that plays in my head whenever i hear it to an official studio recording instead of live concert footage filmed on an iphone

It's reveals for ScotSwap2025!! I wrote a Jerott/Francis slash fic for @thecrenellations, which you can read here: treasured sin (Jerott x Francis, 2.5k, M)

If you ever wondered: What if Jerott and Francis did some kissing during canon?? Then this fic is for you too :DD

(For the three things I like about a character meme.)

Having faffed about answering this prompt for a week, I’m now going to write it reasonably quickly before my brain can seize up again.

First, I have to admit, the first time that I read the Lymond Chronicles, I did not like Jerott AT ALL. I mainly wanted him to stop yelling at Francis all the time and the whole thing with Marthe just made me cringe with dread. So, it’s entirely @notasapleasure’s fault that I like Jerott now.

1) Jerott has ABSOLUTELY NO CHILL, WHATSOEVER and this is definitely something I can relate to. He’s a headlong catastrophe of emotions and reactions. In a lot of ways, he’s no more of an emotional disaster than most of the rest of the characters in the series (oh Francis, you sweet, neurotic boy) but it’s all right there on the surface. In fiction, I think we often get characters with a cool, ironic reserve and Jerott’s just NOPE, I’M RIGHT OUT HERE WITH MY BURNING DISASTER EMOTIONS.

2) Very much related to the first point, Jerott cares so much about absolutely everything. His caring is sometimes badly directed or ill thought-through, but he does care. At the comedic end of things, I love the bit in CM where he thinks that Francis has brought his mistress to visit and is full of wrathful indignation until he recognises Philippa. On the serious side of things, the scene with Archie and the opium towards the end of CM manages the combination of impending tragedy, righteous indignation and farce. And of course in PiF, it’s Jerott who can express the horror at the abused children in North Africa that Francis will never show publicly.

She had to prick him with it more than once before he saw that the shimmering thing in front of his eyes was his own knife, unstrapped from inside his sleeve, and that she was holding it ready to stab. His hands dropped, and Marthe rose to her feet, in her nearly immaculate Western gown, and looked down on him as he swayed where he knelt.

“Take your sops, Mr Blyth, and go back to the schoolroom,” said the light, weary voice. “For every disingenuous small boy there is a disingenuous small girl, I suppose, somewhere.”

-Pawn in Frankincense, Chapter 16