Drabble Tree
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indeedsir_backupWhat ho, what ho, what ho! I would like to propose a drabble tree, because they are fun. Someone posts a drabble, and then anyone can come along, choose a sentence or phrase from that drabble, and create another drabble around that sentence or phrase. I have written one to start things off, but I pretty much failed on the 100 words requirement...it's 275 words. However, this is about having fun and being creative, and the more words of fic the better, I say!
Guidelines:
- The pairing doesn't have to be Bertie and Jeeves, or indeed, have any pairing at all.
- When responding to a drabble, copy and paste the sentence/phrase you're using into the subject line.
- If someone has already responded to a drabble, it doesn't mean that you can't as well!
So without further ado, here is my drabble. :)
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Picnics are, in this Wooster's opinion, one of life’s most pleasant pastimes. Unless, of course, you are expected to take a girl of Aunt Agatha's choosing on one. Luckily, said girl had not been able to make it, so I had taken Jeeves instead. He had already gone through all the trouble of preparing the food, so why not? Jeeves was perched on a little stump with his nose in a book, and I was sprawled out on the picnic blanket reading my own mystery novel.
Something tickled my ankle, and I jumped in surprise.
"I say, Jeeves!" I exclaimed.
"Sir?" He glanced up, looking slightly dazed. Spinoza will do that to a chap.
"There are ants all over your dessert!"
Jeeves looked down at his dish. "So I see, sir."
"Well, you can't eat that! Here, take mine."
"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I do not require any dessert."
"Tosh, Jeeves! Your mighty brain deserves it more than I do. Besides, I've already had one."
"Really, sir -"
"I insist!" I cried, and picked up my remaining tart in order to move it toward Jeeves's lips. When it was about an inch from his mouth, the thought occurred to me that it wasn't exactly preux to go around shoving tarts in manservants' mouths, no matter how tasty. My hand froze. Jeeves's hand came up then, and took hold of the dessert.
"Thank you, sir," he said softly, and I felt a few puffs of warm breath on my fingers. A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
Guidelines:
- The pairing doesn't have to be Bertie and Jeeves, or indeed, have any pairing at all.
- When responding to a drabble, copy and paste the sentence/phrase you're using into the subject line.
- If someone has already responded to a drabble, it doesn't mean that you can't as well!
So without further ado, here is my drabble. :)
~~~~~
Picnics are, in this Wooster's opinion, one of life’s most pleasant pastimes. Unless, of course, you are expected to take a girl of Aunt Agatha's choosing on one. Luckily, said girl had not been able to make it, so I had taken Jeeves instead. He had already gone through all the trouble of preparing the food, so why not? Jeeves was perched on a little stump with his nose in a book, and I was sprawled out on the picnic blanket reading my own mystery novel.
Something tickled my ankle, and I jumped in surprise.
"I say, Jeeves!" I exclaimed.
"Sir?" He glanced up, looking slightly dazed. Spinoza will do that to a chap.
"There are ants all over your dessert!"
Jeeves looked down at his dish. "So I see, sir."
"Well, you can't eat that! Here, take mine."
"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I do not require any dessert."
"Tosh, Jeeves! Your mighty brain deserves it more than I do. Besides, I've already had one."
"Really, sir -"
"I insist!" I cried, and picked up my remaining tart in order to move it toward Jeeves's lips. When it was about an inch from his mouth, the thought occurred to me that it wasn't exactly preux to go around shoving tarts in manservants' mouths, no matter how tasty. My hand froze. Jeeves's hand came up then, and took hold of the dessert.
"Thank you, sir," he said softly, and I felt a few puffs of warm breath on my fingers. A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
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Date: 2010-03-08 09:00 am (UTC)This is lovely!! Doesn't read like it was hard for you.
I'll try to write another one. Lazy day at work today. :)
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Date: 2010-03-08 02:08 pm (UTC)Well. I like this idea and will def. write something if the muses are nice to me. Pardon me for asking this, I'm having a slight headache and need sleep, but are we going to use that drabble alone to write or own or can the third writer for example pick a line from that second drabble? Does it go that way or..?
Sleep. Me needs it.
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Date: 2010-03-08 04:42 pm (UTC)Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 03:26 pm (UTC)It seemed a corking idea at the time. "I say, Jeeves--Miss Morrison is a perfectly marvelous girl, really. It isn't her fault her nose is so like Aunt Agatha's I tremble looking at her. It's a pity to leave the poor filly entirely in the lurch. Supposing you..."
Jeeves's brow actually went so far as to furrow. It occurred to me that it wasn't exactly preux to go around shoving tarts in manservant's mouths, no matter how tasty.
"I'm sorry, Jeeves, I didn't..."
"Sir," he interrupted, an unprecedented occurrence, "may I tell you why I cannot woo Miss Morrison?"
Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 04:39 pm (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 11:58 pm (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 04:52 pm (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 11:59 pm (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-09 05:57 am (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 05:23 pm (UTC)Re: Tarts, &c.
Date: 2010-03-08 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-08 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-08 05:23 pm (UTC)A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
Date: 2010-03-09 02:17 am (UTC)A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather. I had thought, you understand, to have a jaunty walk around the metrop., it being a lovely spring morning with the flowers blooming and the birds chirping, but the minute I’d rounded the corner and spotted Miss Alice Brooke-Finchley--the latest specimen my Aunt A had trotted out from the stables in the hopes of enticing me into the bridle--I’d halted in my tracks so abruptly that Jeeves nearly overtook me.
“Jeeves,” I whispered, a note of horror in my voice, “hide me!”
Jeeves, as I’ve said many times, is a marvel of the first order and my regular readers will not be surprised when I say that the man was already in the process of hustling me into a nearby book shop before I’d quite finished asking him to hide me.
So it was that I found myself twenty minutes later, having successfully avoided the Brook-Finchley menace, emerging from Latimer and Sons’ Book Emporium with a lighter pocketbook and minus an absolutely spiffing coral silk square. While it’d been my pleasure to make Jeeves a present of a new volume he’d been coveting, giving up the cheerful silk square had been a wrench, but in the end I’d decided it was a small price to pay to be free of the unwanted female presence. And so we were able to continue our jaunty walk in the fine May morn with a spring in the step and a twinkle in the eye.
Re: A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather
Date: 2010-03-09 05:32 am (UTC)Re: A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather
Date: 2010-03-09 06:10 am (UTC)Plus, serious icon love. :)
sex v. philosophy
Date: 2010-03-09 11:01 am (UTC)"Coming along all right, then?"
"If you are inquiring as to the success of my studies, sir, remarkably well."
"Jeeves," I said, "what is this Spinoza bird really about, anyway?"
"...I can endeavor to explain, sir."
I settled in beside him on the sofa, leaning the old onion on his shoulder. "Do your best with the Wooster brain, Jeeves. If I can't understand it, I won't hold you accountable."
"Very good, sir." And then he was off about Modes, and Substances, and Affects. It didn't make much sense to me, but it sounded sort of serene, like those stoic birds who don't believe you can really do anything about anything and so you might as well not get worked up. It seemed like just the sort of philosophy for a man who's always at the eye of the storm. After a while, I rather lost track, just leaning against him and enjoying his voice. "Sir, you haven't registered a word I've been saying for the past fifteen minutes."
"Good lord, Jeeves. I didn't know it had been that long. Terribly sorry."
"It doesn't matter, sir." I might have said that it did, that I really ought to be more attentive to explanations that I've asked for, but he kissed my neck, which always throws me off. In the best possible way, I mean. "A key point of Spinoza's work is that God exists in everything, sir. An uncaring, insensate force."
"R-rather like not having a God at all, isn't it?"
"So the Jewish elders thought, sir." He nibbled gently, and I made a rather small and undignified noise. "I personally find the idea comforting."
"Really, old thing?" I asked, rather breathlessly, because my collar had somehow come undone, leaving Jeeves with more neck to kiss and me with even less brain than usual.
"Indeed, sir." He purred. "Because if all things are one substance, that means that you and I are both faces of God, almost the way the Hindus believe. And if we presume that to be true, sir, I finally have an explanation for the religious awe I feel when I make you come." After that we abandoned philosophy in favor of carnality, just like the rest of the human race.
Re: sex v. philosophy
Date: 2010-03-09 10:38 pm (UTC)Re: sex v. philosophy
Date: 2010-03-10 01:14 am (UTC)But if forced to pick a fav, it's this one. Yum.
Says a lot by saying very little. Rather beautiful.
Re: sex v. philosophy
Date: 2010-03-10 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-09 04:37 pm (UTC)"Here, take mine."
Date: 2010-03-15 11:48 am (UTC)After three days, Jeeves must finally admit it to himself. Bertie is right when he complains about a certain "soupiness" in Jeeves' behaviour. What he’s wrong about, however, is the reason for it. He has thrown out half the clothes in his wardrobe, hoping an offensive item would be among them but Jeeves has continued to be cold and distant. No, Jeeves realizes, it started when Bingo told Bertie about the dinner party he was supposed to be throwing and the hired butler had fallen ill the day before. “Don’t fret, old egg,” Bertie had said, “You can have Jeeves.”
Re: "Here, take mine."
Date: 2010-03-16 04:25 am (UTC)Re: "Here, take mine."
Date: 2010-03-16 08:11 am (UTC)Thank you. I hesitated to post it since all the others were so nice and sunny... ^^;