bonus weekly drabble challenge because it's Easter

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
A: Resurrection.  Just in general.
B: Anything about Bertie's Scripture Knowledge Prize.

Comments

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

To every Jeeves, turn, turn, turn....

Jeeves looked up from the silver he had arrayed on the battered kitchen table ready for polishing. “And a time to every purpose under heaven,” crooned a pleasant, light baritone. Jeeves beamed as Bertie pushed open the kitchen door.
“You’re home early, darling.” Bertie moved to hug his lover. “Is everything all right?”
“A time to hug, a time to kiss,” sang Bertie. “A time that you may embrace.”
Jeeves kissed the top of the now-white head. “I love you so.”
“And I love you, my dove,” said Bertie. “Let’s skip that next verse.”
“Just as you like, my own.”

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

So fucking adorable. <333

I love old!Jooster so much. And Bertie's scripture knowledge after all these years. XD

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Thank-you!!! And Pete Seeger.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Wonderful.
<3

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: His Wonders To Perform…

Bertie woke with a gasp, blinking a bit before the familiar face of his dear Jeeves came into focus, something dark moving behind him… wings? Wings as black as a raven’s were just then folding behind Jeeves’ back.

“J-Jeeves? What… I mean to say… wings, old thing?”

“Yes. Can you recall what happened, sir?” Jeeves’ voice held a certain thingness, a strange rumbling echo that Bertie found absolutely marvellous.

“What happened?” Bertie thought. The furious face of Roderick Spode and a gigantic, meaty fist appeared in his mind. “Egad! Spode said he meant to kill me!”

“Technically, he did, sir.”

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Eeee! I love black-winged angel Jeeves, depressing as the idea of Spode succeeding is.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay! Glad you liked the concept, and yes, Spode offing Bertie - even accidentally - definitely makes us rabbits of negative euphoria (quoting another fandom entirely).
Thanks muchly for the commenty goodness!

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Drabble: We're So Going to Hell for This

"You do realize that you're going to hell for that, Jeeves."

"Sir, if I am to be denied my everlasting resurrection by my Creator for making light of His son's demise and glorious rebirth, you must allow me to enjoy the fleshly one before me to the fullest."

"Very well, I just wanted that recording angel johnny to note my lack of complete approval."

"Surely that last can be changed, sir."

I let out a groan that was both exhausted and deeply pleased as Jeeves took me into his body for the third time that night, riding the Wooster resurrection.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*giggling* We can scrump our brains out, but no profanity. Oh, I can actually see Bertie being exactly like that.
This made me grin.