indeedsir_backup | Fanart for "Jeeves and the Midnight Raid"

Once again I've been experiencing a Jooster art slump. The only remotely clear image that's come to me was of a scene from the fic which just wouldn't leave my head, so I gave in and drew it. It's the part where Jeeves and Bertie walk arm-in-arm through the snowy streets to the diner for breakfast.

He moved at something slightly less than his usual shimmer as we walked to the diner. I offered him my arm, given how icy the sidewalks were, and he took it after a moment's hesitation, an odd thingness in his eyes as he looked at me. The day looked like it was considering the appeal of becoming a blizzard, and snow drifted down with an enthusiasm usually reserved for small children pelting one another with snowballs. The fading bruises on his face seemed to stand out more against the cold white of the swirling snow; it was hard to see him like this without being angry all over again about how badly he'd been beaten. I sighed and tucked his arm tighter within mine. It wasn't like there was anything I could do about that now, but there was still a strong feeling of protectiveness beating within the Wooster breast.