why i love fuji. by cim, with assistance from georgette heyer. and penm.

i realised recently that fuji--whom i adore impossibly much--reminds me a lot of a character i absolutely fell in love with in one of georgette heyer's mystery novels. a quick google managed to turn him up. his name is randall and he's from behold, here's poison, and the extract published here i think explains why i love fuji so much, although fuji, unlike randall, doesn't have particularly exquisite fashion sense. for example:

1.

...His eyes, set under straight brows and fringed by long-lashes, were remarkable for their colour and brilliance. They were of a startling and deep blue, very hard, generally half-hidden by drooping lids, and occasionally disconcerting in their sudden alertness. As he looked from one to the other of his relations they were smiling, and quite limpid.

fuji is always smiling, with his eyes closed. when he opens his eyes, it's because he's going to choke a bitch.

2.

"Yes, darling, that is quite a nice frock, but the hankerchief is not only the wrong shade of grey, but quite damnably tied. Let me show you, my sweet."
 
  Stella pushed his hand away. "No, thanks!"
 
  He was still smiling. "How you hate me, don't you?" he murmured. "And Guy? How are you, little cousin?"
 
  Guy, who did not relish this form of address glowered at him.

cimness: YES.
penm: akdjaksj i can actually picture fuji doing that
cimness: YES EXACTLY.