indeedsir_backup | Right Ho and a jolly good day, fellows ^^ (Reply)

Right Ho and a jolly good day, fellows ^^

My name is chibi_wolvie, 25 years old, came from Germany and I'm Jeeves & Wooster addicted. This is my first offcial posting here. I apologized for my bad english, but I learn and working hard on it. I assure you. ^^ Long story short ^^ More under the cuts ^^

I'm really very glad to find this lovely Community. I walk here a little bit longer around and lurk here and there, give a comment there and here but I hadn't the trust to write a official post. But at this moment I haven't only the trust, nooo, I have a little tiny story and a little tiny fanart, too. ^^

I'm sure, I'm not as good as some guys here in the Community. Oh, I had never seen adorable fanarts like these in this Community. You're all so great when you draw... all of you ^^ And the writer, too. So great. I have laugh, cry, goofy smile and sometimes I where anxiously... you all did a good job ^^

I know, there are a few mistakes in the text, but I don't see them. I haven't a Betareader for my english text at this moment. When somebody has a little bit time to help out a little poor german girl to find out mistakes in english textes, then you're welcome. ^^

Thank you for this great Community ^^ *curtsey* And here the Fanart and the Fanfiction:

Fanart - one scarf, two fellows, three releases

date: 21.12.2008
color / tool: crayons / sharpie

It is winter and they did a walk around the neighbourhood. It is quite around them when they come into the wood... the silence, nobody is there... they're alone...

This is the first release of this fanart. Only the crayon-art without any another things.

Here the second release with snow around them and an light-effect

And here the last release. The background is one of the pictures of the snow that we had in north-germany at the 22.11. I think the both are a little bit blank... O_o

Fanfiction - Melt like snow, Sir

Author: chibi_wolvie
Begin + End: 21.12.2008
Genre: romantic, POV (Jeeves)
Warning: no spoiler
(I warn you, english isn't my motherlanguage ^^")
Betareader: lady529 (Thank you for the first aid ^^)
Disclaimer:
Jeeves & Wooster are not mine. Both belongs to the great master P.G. Wodehouse.
Introduction:
This is the story to the little fanart I have made. I hope you like and understand it ^^

"Melt like snow, Sir"

The snow gnashes under our steps. More snow is currently falling, laid down into our footsteps it blurs the way that we came by. Everything around us is under a thick white blanket. All is white, wherever you look, even your breath when you blow it into your hands to warm them up. I stop short, thinking your hands cannot be cold; they're in gloves.

You notice my hesitation, even though I thought I didn't let it show. Our glances meet each other for a moment and you smile. Immediately I warm up. I want to return the smile, but I can't. Anyway, you’re smiling. You don't disturb things like that. You could melt the snow with your smile, do you know that?

You come closer to me, carefully. You hop from foot to foot to warm yourself up, and I take the chance, grabbing your hand, pulling you closer to me, if only a tiny bit. I grab for my long scarf and undo it before I wrap one end of the scarf around your neck.

You look at me. I can see how baffled you are, but when you touch the scarf, a smile lights up your face like a flower that has come out of the snow. And I know this smile is only for me.

You're stronger than you think. You say that you always need my help, but I need your help too. I swallow, wondering if you noticed. I'm not as strong as you. When you say that we’re close-knit standing like this, I do smile.

My answer is a slight nod; I cannot speak at this moment. I wish I could ask you to come closer to me; for me this isn't near at all. Your breath touches my neck, but I cannot say anything... I'm powerless.

I feel my cheeks developing a blush. My mouth doesn't speak, but my body does, and so I lower my eyes. You're still here next to me, sharing the scarf, sharing the silence, the snowflakes caught in your hair...

I hear the snow gnashing under your steps, feel your warm breath nearer by, touching my hot cheeks, touching my heart. My eyes, searching for yours, find them looking at me, thoughtful. Something is in the air, but unlike the snow, this something is warm...

You trust yourself to get over the last hurdle, showing your strength. I am weak in your hands, I can do nothing more than gently return this warm kiss.

And all I can whisper afterwards is: 'I love you too, Sir...'