Before we get started, I’d like to acknowledge James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser’s 295th birthday today. As I have always favored mature Jamie, these excerpts from Diana Gabaldon‘s The Fiery Cross seem the most appropriate compilation of words to borrow for the occasion – an endearing and touching peek at Claire and Jamie on his big 5-0.
Jamie and Claire have many tender moments throughout the novel series, all of which Diana manages to make unique in her masterful way. This scene is particularly poignant because of the mention of Jamie’s father, Brian. For those who don’t want a glimpse into the future, skip ahead. But to Jamie – Happy Birthday, lad!
I glanced sideways, careful not to move in case he was still asleep. He wasn’t. He was lying quite still, though, utterly relaxed, save for his right hand. He had this raised, and appeared to be examining it closely, turning it to and fro and slowly curling and uncurlng his fingers – as well as he could. The fourth finger had a fused joint, and was permanently stiff; the middle finger was slightly twisted, a deep white scar spiraling round the middle joint.
His hand was callused and battered by work, and the tiny stigma of a nail wound still showed, pale-pink, in the middle of his palm. The skin of his hand was deeply bronzed and weathered, freckled with sun-blots and scattered with bleached gold hairs. I thought it remarkably beautiful.
“Happy Birthday,” I said, softly. “Taking stock?”
He let the hand fall on his chest, and turned his head to look at me, smiling.
“Aye, something of the sort. Though I suppose I’ve a few hours left. I was born at half-six; I willna have lived a full half-century until suppertime.”
I laughed and rolled onto my side, kicking the blanket off. The air was still delightfully cool, but it wouldn’t last long.
“Do you expect to disintegrate much further before supper?” I asked, teasing.
“Oh, I dinna suppose anything is likely to fall off by then,” he said, consideringly. “As to the workings . . . aye, well . . .” he arched his back, stretching, and sank back with a gratified groan as my hand settled on him. Continue reading Jamie’s Top 36 Looks from Outlander Episode 204: LA DAME BLANCHE