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indeedsir_backup2010-03-07 11:33 pm
queen-fiend.livejournal.com) wrote in indeedsir_backup2010-03-07 11:33 pm
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Drabble Tree
What 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. :)
~~~~~
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.
"Here, take mine."
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."
Re: "Here, take mine."
Thank you. I hesitated to post it since all the others were so nice and sunny... ^^;