Fic: Love Never Dies 2
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Fic: Love Never Dies
Chapter Two
Author: Emerald
Beta: jestana
Thank you for the wonderful look over!
Disclaimer: Jeeves and Wooster belong to Wodehouse, and I thank him for them.
Rating: R for this story. Slash.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who gave me encouragement and ideas. A special thanks to blackletter for help with research and to
pipariperho for the fabulous ideas and aid. Thank you to hephaistia for the poke.
Jeeves' last idea had been unmitigated failure. Leaving Mr. Wooster had brought nothing but harm to their relationship. For a short time, Jeeves had felt defeated, but that sensation had not lasted long. He had a new plan, one that carried risk of more hurt, but hopefully if any one was caused anguish, it would be him, not his employer.
When Jeeves had departed from Mr. Wooster's employ, he had believed that his master loved him, and only needed his eyes opened to the nature of that love. Now Jeeves thought it very possible that he needed to nudge the devotion his master felt toward him so that it was the fashion of love that he desired.
His new campaign would be difficult, since it meant that Jeeves would have to relent on his notions of proper boundaries between servant and master, but he doubted Mr. Wooster would complain. It was only his own sense of propriety that would put up a battle, and Jeeves was willing to smother that sense, if it meant a chance of gaining intimacy with his employer.
Jeeves thought it ironic that he greatly desired that intimacy while at the same time, his mind rebelled from touching Mr. Wooster in any manner that was not completely proper. Rationally, he understood only too well his reluctance. A gentleman's personal gentleman had to be in frequent contact with his employer. A valet that touched his master in an improper mode would find himself quickly unemployed. If the reason for the firing became known, one's reputation would be destroyed and finding employment would be impossible.
He believed that if Mr. Wooster did not like something he did, his employer would simply protest and that would be the end of the matter. Still, the thought of what he was about to do made Jeeves extremely anxious. It also gave him unpleasant images of finally achieving his goal, only to find that he could not bring himself to touch his employer. He could far too easily imagine being offered that first kiss, only to discover that he could not bring himself to actually breach the boundaries between them. Jeeves tried not to dwell on this anxiety, but it bothered him enough that he was surprised that he did not have nightmares. Instead for reasons that he did not understand, he had started to look forward to sleep each night. He feared that the eagerness for sleep was a sign of the onset of depression.
It took several days but one evening as Mr. Wooster dined, Jeeves fought for courage and won. When he served his employer the after dinner wine, Jeeves put forth a hand that he hoped did not noticeably tremble and placed it upon Mr. Wooster's shoulder, where he lightly squeezed. “I trust that dinner was satisfactory, sir?”
Jeeves had only a second to congratulate himself on his steady voice, before Mr. Wooster's reaction took dominance in his thoughts. The man was so astonished that he was speechless, only giving Jeeves a nod in answer. His eyes had widened and his mouth fell open. His valet had seen this response before whenever something in life surprised his employer and knew there was no reproach waiting for him. As Jeeves left the room, he thought he heard a whispered, “Well, I say!” from his employer.
The second evening, Mr. Wooster managed a, “Your cooking is always jolly good,” in response, and he cast such a beaming smile up at Jeeves, that the manservant felt his heart leap.
Mr. Wooster often dined outside the flat and when for the third day in a row, his employer announced that he would have dinner at home, Jeeves perceived it as a hopeful sign.
That evening when he placed his hand on Mr. Wooster's shoulder and enquired about the quality of meal, his master smiled up at him, and replied, “It was a corker. That apple crisp was a delight to the lips. How did you make it?”
The man had never expressed an interest in cooking before, and Jeeves happily understood that Mr. Wooster was simply trying to find a way to keep him close. He answered with a brief description of the recipe. He did not expect his employer to truly listen, but the blue eyes he treasured held his own so intently, that Jeeves began to feel weak with need and love. He was unsure of exactly what he answered and equally unsure if Mr. Wooster had indeed listened to his reply. When he had finished, Mr. Wooster's hand settled over his for a quick second. Jeeves returned to the kitchen with a soaring heart. It was time to take another step forward.
Over the next couple of days, Jeeves found various excuses to occasionally lightly touch his employer. A squeeze on the shoulder, a fast pat on the back, a brush of the fingers when a glass was given, all designed to accustom Mr. Wooster to his touch. There was no complaint from his employer, although he was aware that his master had noticed. Once he had caught Mr. Wooster staring at him with an inquisitive expression.
Another time, he gave his employer the book Mr. Wooster had mislaid, letting his fingers brush lightly across the man's hand. His master had accepted the narrative, but he had given it a confused frown.
When Jeeves went to bed that night, he was both happy and pleased with the way matters were progressing. He knew he should not be too optimistic. His employer permitting him minor liberties was not a realistic indication that the man would also consent to a kiss, nor did it mean that Mr. Wooster loved him.
Jeeves had no idea how to proceed. Not for the first time, he wondered if he should just learn to be content with matters as they were. He had a good life; his work was not too arduous, he enjoyed most of the tasks, and Mr. Wooster's occasional problems gave him challenge, and his master was fond of him. Perhaps that should have been enough, but Jeeves could not deny the longing of his heart that wanted more; so much more.
Jeeves believed that Epictetus was wise when he had stated that, 'One must not tie a ship to a single anchor, nor life to a single hope'. Despite this, Jeeves was very conscious that he had centred his life around Mr. Wooster. It had been a foolish thing to do and had earned him much heartache.
With these disheartening thoughts, he quickly slipped into slumber. For a time, his sleep was undisturbed. Gradually a scene began to form in his mind, and he found himself in an unfamiliar courtyard. A man was pacing back and forth in front of him.
Jeeves felt disoriented until the memory of his last dream of a similar nature drifted into his mind. This, Jeeves realised, was the reason he had been eager for sleep each night. He had been waiting to see what had happened to the lovers in Egypt. He was not sure how he knew, but instinct told him that the man pacing was Ramose and that if he wished, he could know the thoughts and feelings of this man, too.
As soon as Jeeves thought the wish, the man's musings became his own. The man's name was Jason, and with surprise Jeeves became aware that he was arrogantly telling himself that any one would be honoured to be courted by him.
Jeeves frowned. Without thinking, he approached the man and said, “You had better remove some of that pride, if you wish to impress him at all.”
He was not acknowledged, and Jeeves recalled that Ramose and Weni had never been conscious of him, either. Yet he could easily hear Jason's reflections in his mind. The man was now telling himself that he was, after all, very pleasing to look at, known to have skill as a warrior, his knowledge extensive...
He continued with a list of his assets, and Jeeves moved forward again to try once more. He said, “I would not concentrate so much on yourself. You are liable to be rejected, if you continue in that manner.”
Jeeves reached out and placed a hand on Jason's arm in an attempt to gain attention and to put a halt to the recital of the man's overestimated view of himself. The connexion between them flared into life, and for a second Jeeves was one with the man at his side. Horrified, Jeeves jerked his hand back, and the link dimmed.
Jeeves was still feeling shaken when Jason's inward account of his abilities ceased. Suddenly all that emitted from the man was a sense of awe and through their connexion came the image of Bion, who had just arrived in the garden.
Jeeves was amused at Jason's feelings. Jason had been told that the youth he desired to court was very beautiful, but he had not expected such beauty. Bion was not just very beautiful, his appearance was that of a god.
Even knowing that he would not be heard, Jeeves could not resist saying,“I tried to tell you that pride goes before a fall. You are headed for a big fall, if you do not learn quickly to stifle that arrogance.”
Bion came into the courtyard and took a seat on a bench. Before Jason could say anything, Bion said, “Please do not touch me. I've had quite enough of men falling at my feet and reaching for me. If I accept you, you can touch me freely then.”
Jason blinked. Shock at Bion's bluntness and anger that other men had been so quick with their advances caused Jason to be speechless.
Mistaking Jason's silence for a lack of knowledge, Bion asked, his voice softer, “Are you new at this?”
“This is the first time I have courted someone,” Jason replied.
“You're supposed to tell me your plans for the next few years, how you'll educate me, train me, protect me, love me, all that.”
Jason took a breath and began, his words causing Jeeves to flinch. The man was only proving that he could boast. He was pouring out his knowledge of the world to Bion in order to impress the young man and in hopes to make the youth view him as an excellent teacher. Jeeves knew, however, that Bion was neither interested nor impressed.
Jeeves understood that this moment in time was important and despite his fear of what happened when he touched Jason repeating itself, he once more placed his hand on the man's arm. Again the link took on power, but this time Jeeves did not fight the merging of his sense of self with that of Jason's. The man was still speaking, and Jeeves attempted to tell him that he was failing in what was the most important event of his life.
Perhaps some of Jeeves' urgency reached Jason or maybe, the valet reflected wryly, the warrior had finally needed to take a breath. Whatever the reason Jason ceased talking and considered Bion. The young man was staring off into the distance with a dazed expression on his face. As Jason watched, Bion did his best to stifle a yawn.
Jeeves spoke, “You see, fool, you are boring him. Come, you can do better that.”
A sense of uncertainty came to Jason. He recalled his father stating that Bion had refused seven suitors and talk was that the youth had no intention of accepting any one. Besides, some instinct was telling him that he was not handling this matter correctly. He debated several options and decided on one.
Jason asked, “What would you like to be doing now if you could do anything you wished?”
Surprise replaced the dazed boredom on the young man's face, and Bion's focus shifted to Jason. He asked, “What would I like to be doing?”
“Yes. If you were free to do as you wish, what would you do?”
“Sailing. I love to sail. I have my own boat, and I escape there whenever I can.”
“The wind is favourable, if you would like to go. I love to sail. We could talk about the things we love in life, and if we find we share enough, then perhaps you will view my aspirations for a future together with more interest.”
The excitement Bion felt added to his beauty, and Jason barely managed to suppress a gasp.
Bion asked, “Do you mean it? We can go sailing?”
“I would be glad to!”
They began to make plans for the day. Jeeves listened silently. He could feel a pull on him that said it was time to leave. Before he gave into the tug, Jeeves let Jason's consciousness almost completely dominate his own. Once he felt he could at least convey a vague impression to the man, Jeeves said, “Do not spend the day talking about yourself. Truly talk to him. He has a fascinating mind. Give him a chance to show you.”
Like a slow twilight coming into the land, the surroundings faded and for a brief second, Jeeves lost all sense of Jason.
Then the courtyard began to come back into Jeeves' awareness. The bright daylight of the previous time had become a night with a wind that spoke of rain. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. Once more Jason prowled the area restlessly.
Curious as to how matters had progressed, Jeeves approached the man. A simple touch and again they were one. Jeeves was not surprised that the sense of arrogance he had originally sensed from the man was nowhere near as strong. The dominant emotion now was one of love. He was deeply in love with Bion. His own interests were no longer Jason's priority; his love for Bion caused him to place the young man first.
Jeeves was more comfortable with Jason this time. Some of this new sense of ease was because now the pride was lessened, the valet could sense the man's intelligence more.
Most of Jeeves' new comfort with Jason, however, came from the man's love of Bion. It flowed like a river reflecting sunlight throughout the man's spirit.
Jeeves carried a similar devotion in his heart and felt at home within that love. Just as his love brought sorrow with it, so, too, did Jason feel anguish. For Jeeves the heart ache came because he wanted more than the casual fondness his employer felt for him.
Jason had an entirely different problem. He was very conscious that, by agreement with the young man's father, he would be given five years with Bion. Five years was a generous amount of time, but it was not enough. Jason was very certain that a million years with Bion would not be sufficient. A love that would last a life time had to be compressed into five years, and during that time he would have to try to not cause Bion to be too fond of him.
A distant rumble of thunder reminded Jason that if he wished to be home again before the rain set in, he must begin. Silently Jason moved across the courtyard until he came to the door beyond which slept his beloved. Quietly he entered the room and approached the sleeping youth.
As Jason's intentions became clear to Jeeves, the valet felt stunned. Even as the shock and dislike of what the man was about to do permeated Jeeves, he sensed that Jason was simply obeying a custom of the society he lived in. Still, Jeeves disapproved.
In seconds, Jason had covered the slighter form, and whispered in Bion's ears, “Wake, beloved, for I must know that you are truly willing.”
A sleepy, “I thought you'd come tonight as there is no moon,” was the reply.
“Your father has given agreement. Are you willing?”
“Very much so!”
Jason scooped Bion up and headed out the door with the young man. Bion was surprisingly limp and docile in his arms. Jason registered the fact, but it was Jeeves who felt alarm. The valet started a warning, “He has no intention of making this easy for you,” but before the declaration was completed, Jason had entered the courtyard and started toward the gate.
The quiet figure in his arms suddenly let out a cry that Jason was sure was heard throughout the entire city. It was not a scream of surrender or a call for aid, rather it was the hoop of a triumphant army whose enemy has just walked into their ambush and has no hope of victory.
For a moment, Jason almost dropped Bion in his astonishment. He recovered quickly and was through the gate and out into the street in the next minute. Bion gave Jason every reason to be glad the journey was a short one. He was not still for even a second, putting just enough resistance into his limbs to test Jason's strength.
Jason had not intended to bring Bion straight to his bedroom, but neither had he anticipated that the young man would struggle. Some resistance was customary, but throughout their courtship Bion had only given him minimal opposition; seeming to do so only because it was expected of him. Jason had not imagined that Bion would actually give him any challenge, but as he released his burden onto his bed, he was certain that the youth had known the limits of his strength and had deliberately fought almost to point of going beyond his ability.
Catching his breath, Jason said sternly, “And just what was that about?”
Bion rolled to the side of the bed and sat up with his back to Jason. His shoulders shook.
Jason stared at him in dismay. Had he frightened Bion? His tone had perhaps been too stern. Hesitantly, he asked, “Bion?”
A noise that sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter greeted his enquiry. Bion turned to Jason with merriment in his face and said, “Wasn't that fun?”
“You may think so, but I will not be surprised if your father shows up at my door within the hour. I gave him my assurance that you were agreeable to my intentions and then you howl like a conquering army. I hope you plan on using that... that... whatever you choose to call that scream in battle. It is enough to frighten the worst of enemies.”
For a second, the two stared at each other, and then the humour in the situation captured Jason. Sitting down on the bed, he began to laugh. Freed now to express his feelings, Bion joined him in mirth. Jason pulled Bion into an embrace, and the young man's arms wrapped around him.
They were still laughing within each other's embrace when Jeeves felt the pull that told him that he had to leave. He knew that he could not communicate with Jason beyond giving the man unclear thoughts. Despite this, Jeeves could not help but whisper, “Take care of him.”
In the flat in London, Jeeves stirred in his sleep, a sense of sadness and loneliness pervading his thoughts. His mind reached out, attempting to find the connection with Jason. At first, he experienced nothing but darkness as if he was walking down a very long unlit hall that had no windows. Jeeves could discern doors on each side of the passageway, but from one alone came a glimmer of light. It was to that door that the valet directed his steps, opening it to an unfamiliar courtyard. Jason sat slumped on a bench nearby.
Jeeves felt no hesitation about going to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder to renew their connection. He had learned that there was no chance of losing his own sense of self. He would be allowed a certain amount of time only and then he would be returned to London.
The first emotion Jeeves received from Jason was overwhelming sorrow. He was sitting on the bench due to a reluctance to enter his lonely dwelling where he had in times past shared so many happy moments with Bion.
Bion had returned to his father three weeks ago, no longer an untrained youth. He was now a warrior with an education to be proud of; a son his father could boast about. And, Jason thought ruefully, Bion had become a man in those years. As a youth, his beauty had been that of a god, as a man his appearance might give even the gods pause.
Jason recalled how in the months before their parting, Bion had become quiet and serious. Jason had caught Bion staring at him with a thoughtful expression more than once. Whereas in the past, Jason had often believed that Bion did not think enough, during those last months, he was concerned that the man spent too much time withdrawn into his own thoughts.
When their time to be together had dwindled down to weeks, Bion had begun to repeatedly seek reassurance of Jason's love. His need for such comfort had broken Jason's heart. He had not wanted Bion to feel guilty about leaving him, but the often sought for declarations of love had conquered his reluctance, and one night while Bion had rested against his chest, Jason had said, “I wish I could make you understand how important you are to me. I am not going to love another. You are the only one for me. My heart will accept no one else.
“I have done the best I could for you. I want you to go on without worrying about me, so I have withheld this information from you. I will not tell you again just how much you mean to me. However, you should never doubt my love. If you ever need a friend in life, you have only to find me.”
Bion had stated, “I love you, too. I want no one el...”
Jason had interrupted, “You are too young yet to make such a decision.”
Bion had replied, “I am but five months younger than you were when we first met. Besides, I'm smarter than you are.”
Astonished at the declaration, Jason had laughed and asked, “Just what makes you think so?”
“I always win at checkers.”
“You do not. Besides that is not a good indication of intelligence.”
Bion had laughed in answer. He had not asked for statements of love again. He had seemed almost his usual cheerful self afterwards, and Jason had sadly concluded that his friend had accepted their soon to be parting.
Jason had not seen Bion since their separation. He believed that it was best for both of them to not continue their acquaintance for a time. To his surprise, Bion's father had called on him ten days after the young man's departure. His stated intention was to express gratitude for all Jason had done for Bion. Yet Jason had been reminded of their first meeting when he had sought permission to court Bion. The man seemed to be trying to decide, once again, if he approved of Jason.
Jason had heard a rumour that Bion's father had tested the young man against Scylax, one of the city's best warriors, and Bion had bested him. Jason knew he should feel proud of his training, but he was too sad to feel much of anything else.
Jeeves experienced all of Jason's thoughts and feelings, but he had no advice or aid to give Jason. He did not even approve of the custom that had brought Jason to where he was now.
Sighing, Jason stood. He could not spend the rest of his life sitting in the courtyard, grieving. With mournful, slow steps Jason entered into his rooms, only to stare at the vision before him. Hardly able to believe what his eyes beheld, he asked, “Bion?”
“In the flesh, my friend.”
Jason wanted to ask why Bion had returned, but the happiness within him was overpowering. He managed only a choked, “Why?”
Bion took a deep breath. In a voice that was quiet but steady, he said, “Because we have unfinished matters between us. Have a seat, Jason, and share some wine with me.”
Jason smiled. Bion was acting as if he was the host and Jason the guest.
When they were seated, Bion said, “Our five years are over. I have fulfilled the rite of passage required of me.”
Jason tried to hide the pains of sorrow that these words caused him. Knowing their time together was over, pierced his heart deeper than any thorns might pierce the body.
He was not good at concealing his emotions from his beloved friend. Bion's hands settled over Jason's.
Bion said, “Hear me through to the end before you grieve. I had to part from you. I needed to talk with father and ease him into the realisation that I will not be marrying and having children. I required his favour and so had to proceed carefully. There were plans to be made, too. I would have spoken to you of my intentions, but I feared you would discourage me in the belief that I was too young to know my heart yet. So I will present to you plans that are mostly accomplished. All that is necessary now is your permission, and I can only hope your words to me were not false ones meant only to soothe.”
“Everything I said to you was true.”
“Then all is well. My father has a friend by the name of Pelopidas. Pelopidas is taking command of the Sacred Band. I am certain you have heard of the Sacred Band.”
“Yes.”
“Pelopidas plans to form a unit of couples. Men that desire to stay together as he intends to never separate them. Pelopidas is going to select men from the army, but father can get us a chance to earn a place in the ranks of the Sacred Band. If we do that, I'd remain your younger partner. Forever. I want... that is, I'd be honoured if you would be the other half in a couple with me.”
Jason's heart soared in his chest like a raptor in the sky. He gazed into Bion's bright orbs, and said, “I have loved you since the day we met. Your spirit delights me. In you my heart finds its match. Are you certain, beloved? You are still young, and my heart would die if years from now you regret this day.”
“If you agree to my plans, I will always view this day with great happiness. I may be young, but I know what I want, and I want you. Forever.”
“Then I would be honoured to take my place at your side. Now and for all time.”
Jeeves felt nothing drawing him back to London, but he sensed that what was about to happen between the two men was very personal and reluctantly began to remove his consciousness from Jason's. Jeeves wondered how much control he had over the situation. If he wanted to, could he simply wish to return to the flat and find himself there?
Even as he thought it, he was back in his own time. Nevertheless, impressions of what had happened many long years ago remained. Jeeves was aware that while intimacy was not new to the two, the knowledge of commitment had brought a fresh fire to their touches that night. If their intimacy was restricted at first by the views of the society in which they lived, they did not know it or feel any lack. Their souls knew no restrictions and rejoiced. The love that had begun on the sands of the Nile was completed once again, this time in the bed of a warrior.
The perceptions dissolved. For several hours Jeeves slept undisturbed, but when some instinct warned that morning was approaching, he tried to find Jason once more.
This time, the renewal of their association was quick. He had only a brief glimpse of the hallway before his vision filled with the bright blue ocean Jason was seeing. He was standing on the deck of a sailing boat, having a good-natured disagreement with Bion over which one of them would fetch wine, bread, and cheese. Jason was saying, “I am old and battle weary. You are the younger, you should get the meal.”
Bion burst into laughter. When he was finished, he said, “Having just turned fifty-five, I do not believe that I could be called young still. The difference in years between us hardly matter now. Fortunately for you, my lazy friend, I have a small cramp in my leg and feel the need for a walk.”
While Bion was gone, Jason reflected on his lover's words. Neither of them could be considered young now. He had had a good life and hoped for more years still to come. There had been hardships, but all that mattered was that Bion had always been at his side.
As the warm sunshine bathed Jason, he mused over his most cherished memories; all of which were centred around Bion.
Many of those recollections were of playing checkers with Bion. They both loved the game, but Jason had to admit that his friend was better at the contest. Despite this fact, Jason never tired of challenging Bion to a game.
Jason sighed with happiness; other memories floating through his mind. The many times he had fed Bion the olives the man loved so much came to Jason's mind, followed by the remembrance of his friend eating so many olives one afternoon that he had been sick later. Bion had claimed that never again would he touch another olive. Only two weeks later, Jason had found him sitting on a rock, gazing out at the sea, and munching from a bowl filled with olives. Jason never tired of teasing Bion about it.
Jason continued to reminisce, musing over the occasions, when they were much younger, that he had needed to help his friend home after a drinking party.
His thoughts settled on one memory in particular; Bion dancing to the music of a lyre. Joy over the life he had shared with Bion flooded through Jason's spirit.
The alarm clock ringing jerked Jeeves far too abruptly back to London. It took him several minutes to wake enough to turn it off, and the confusion lasted even longer. Sighing, Jeeves turned and switched on the lamp by the bed. He would have liked to have stayed in the pleasing reverie of the dream he had been having. A dream that already was slipping from his memory, as thoughts of the responsibilities of the day ahead started to replace it.
As Jeeves sat up, he resolved to put a note book by the bed so he could quickly write down his next dream should one come. The only certainty he had about the last two dreams were that they had been pleasant and worth remembering.
During the day that followed Jeeves experienced a strong sense of confidence that he would eventually win Mr. Wooster's love. He began to make plans for his next steps toward achieving that goal.
That evening while Jeeves served Mr. Wooster dinner, he started to have alarming visions of seizing his employer from his chair and carrying the man to his bedroom. The urge both dismayed and aroused Jeeves. By the time the dessert was served Jeeves was certain that despite his attempt to hide his emotions his master was aware that something was not right.
When Mr. Wooster was finished eating, he asked, “Are you well, old chap?
“The evening is a bit warm, sir.”
Mr. Wooster frowned, and Jeeves knew that his deception was not entirely accepted. Jeeves' usual custom at this time was to stand behind his employer, place a hand on his shoulder and asked if Mr. Wooster had enjoyed his meal.
Tonight, Jeeves was almost afraid to touch his friend. What if his employer sensed what was wrong from their contact? What if some madness overcame him, and he acted on the urge to seize his employer and bring Mr. Wooster to his bed? The consequences did not bear thinking about, and Jeeves told himself firmly that he was in complete control of his actions.
The valet placed his hand on his master's shoulder, but before he could ask if Mr. Wooster had enjoyed the meal, his employer spoke. “Are you sure that you're fine, old fruit? You look... well, I think... but then I don't think... Am I making sense here?”
“No, sir,” Jeeves answered, secretly glad that he was not the only one not thinking sensibly. “It is the weather, sir. The heat before the storm is making us uncomfortable.”
“Yes, I'm sure that's it. Still, once you've finished cleaning up, Jeeves, I want you to take the evening off. The way you've been looking at me makes me wonder if you are thinking of ways you could do the young master in and get away with it. I'm wearing the same upholstery you shoved me into not so long ago. Have you suddenly taken a dislike to it?”
“No, sir. I apologise for my behaviour. Perhaps you are right. I should take a few hours off.”
“No need to apologise. Just get some rest.”
“Yes, sir.”
Silently Jeeves thought that having the evening free would be very satisfactory. He could tend to the desire that seemed out of control, and he could review his future plans to ensure that they were sound. He did not know where the new sense of confidence came from, but he was grateful for it.
Before bed that night, Jeeves placed a notebook and pen on the stand nearby. With hopeful eagerness, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
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Date: 2009-05-10 08:10 am (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2009-05-10 08:49 am (UTC)Now I'm extremely impatient to see the next part. So when are we going to see it? (Yes, I know. I'm very demanding. Lol.)
Are these dreams based on their previous births or something like that?
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Date: 2009-05-10 09:12 am (UTC)I've started on the next part. I'm slow, but I work on my stories every day, so it's just a matter of time.
The dreams are based on previous lives; the men they once were.
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Date: 2009-05-10 09:25 am (UTC)Eagerly awaiting the next update!
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