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indeedsir_backupGreetings! the start of a new fic! othello based I suppose, and form the POV of one of my OMCs. Short I know but I want peeps opinions first before I continue.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, Wodehouse does, the lucky man!!!
Erm, this is a Othello-type-themed story, I haven’t read all the play, just watched the modern version with the Met Police. I am very much undecided about the ending as I don’t really want to kill anyone who is lovely off!
Some characters are mine! You’ll know who they are! I found it as an excuse to write Jooster without trying to impersonate Jeeves or Bertie! So this is a completely different person’s POV on things!
I like working where I work.
That is to say, it is easy and my opinion is highly considered, well, my opinion is the only one with any sense if you were to ask me, these aristocrats’ don’t have much in the way of brain matter do they? I mean that’s what valets are really for, or didn’t you know that already?
I suppose some sort of introduction is required, my name is Barries, Richard Barries, and I am currently valet to Mr. Augustus Fink-Nottle, a some what interesting gentleman, some might say, to me, he is a pathetic newt loving weakling. But alas, we all need weaklings for something. And I have mine.
Mr. Fink-Nottle is great friends with a gentleman called Mr. Bertram Wooster, this gentleman, despite being mentally negligible, is more intelligent, care free, kind and generous than any of his relatives or friends that I have already come across. Fair to look upon, I feel that to become this gentleman’s valet would be most excellent, as it would prove the most delectable opportunity for a more…intimate relations. Sufficed to say, my desire for Mr. Wooster, is one I can hardly ignore. Nor, can I ignore his bank account.
Nor, sadly, can I ignore the one big problem in my way, Mr. Wooster already has a valet, by the name of Jeeves….. Reginald Jeeves!
That man is the bane of my life some days. He is one of the most respected valets in the serving industry, he is reputed with a considerable IQ, graceful, darkly handsome to look upon, and so attached and devoted to Mr. Wooster that I do not believe even the King could tear them apart.
Of course, this all amount to speculation, whispered words concerning a Gentleman and a Gentleman’s personal Gentleman, speculations of….how did Iago put it? “An old black ram tupping your white ewe.” Jeeves is not Negroid by any means but he does dress all in black…
Still, the devotion to which each silently confesses to the other is hard to ignore. On how many occasions has the brave a valiant Jeeves, saved his young master from a fateful demise? And helping his young master’s friends and relations? There is love there, deep and meaningful, sex? I don’t know, but love none the less.
I see their eyes meet, in those awful women’s weepies, the look would be openly of love and hopes of happiness. Between Jeeves and Wooster, it’s perhaps….amusement, looking at each other with a slight confused look but with a small smile, like they know exactly why the other is smiling.
I think Mr. Wooster worships Jeeves’s brain, the intelligence he doesn’t have, the capability to recite long verses of poetry and sonnets. I fancy sometimes that they sit there, listening to that clipped voice reciting, head resting on a lap, fingers entwined, body heat building….
I must have him! And get Jeeves out of the damned way!
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, Wodehouse does, the lucky man!!!
Erm, this is a Othello-type-themed story, I haven’t read all the play, just watched the modern version with the Met Police. I am very much undecided about the ending as I don’t really want to kill anyone who is lovely off!
Some characters are mine! You’ll know who they are! I found it as an excuse to write Jooster without trying to impersonate Jeeves or Bertie! So this is a completely different person’s POV on things!
I like working where I work.
That is to say, it is easy and my opinion is highly considered, well, my opinion is the only one with any sense if you were to ask me, these aristocrats’ don’t have much in the way of brain matter do they? I mean that’s what valets are really for, or didn’t you know that already?
I suppose some sort of introduction is required, my name is Barries, Richard Barries, and I am currently valet to Mr. Augustus Fink-Nottle, a some what interesting gentleman, some might say, to me, he is a pathetic newt loving weakling. But alas, we all need weaklings for something. And I have mine.
Mr. Fink-Nottle is great friends with a gentleman called Mr. Bertram Wooster, this gentleman, despite being mentally negligible, is more intelligent, care free, kind and generous than any of his relatives or friends that I have already come across. Fair to look upon, I feel that to become this gentleman’s valet would be most excellent, as it would prove the most delectable opportunity for a more…intimate relations. Sufficed to say, my desire for Mr. Wooster, is one I can hardly ignore. Nor, can I ignore his bank account.
Nor, sadly, can I ignore the one big problem in my way, Mr. Wooster already has a valet, by the name of Jeeves….. Reginald Jeeves!
That man is the bane of my life some days. He is one of the most respected valets in the serving industry, he is reputed with a considerable IQ, graceful, darkly handsome to look upon, and so attached and devoted to Mr. Wooster that I do not believe even the King could tear them apart.
Of course, this all amount to speculation, whispered words concerning a Gentleman and a Gentleman’s personal Gentleman, speculations of….how did Iago put it? “An old black ram tupping your white ewe.” Jeeves is not Negroid by any means but he does dress all in black…
Still, the devotion to which each silently confesses to the other is hard to ignore. On how many occasions has the brave a valiant Jeeves, saved his young master from a fateful demise? And helping his young master’s friends and relations? There is love there, deep and meaningful, sex? I don’t know, but love none the less.
I see their eyes meet, in those awful women’s weepies, the look would be openly of love and hopes of happiness. Between Jeeves and Wooster, it’s perhaps….amusement, looking at each other with a slight confused look but with a small smile, like they know exactly why the other is smiling.
I think Mr. Wooster worships Jeeves’s brain, the intelligence he doesn’t have, the capability to recite long verses of poetry and sonnets. I fancy sometimes that they sit there, listening to that clipped voice reciting, head resting on a lap, fingers entwined, body heat building….
I must have him! And get Jeeves out of the damned way!
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Date: 2005-11-30 05:37 pm (UTC)I fancy sometimes that they sit there, listening to that clipped voice reciting, head resting on a lap, fingers entwined, body heat building…
Love the image. Theirs isn't the only body heat building.
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