Indeed, Sir

May I just say thank you for taking this project on. It's such a delight to find a weekly sprinkling of drabbles traveling in your wake. They are such a wonderful thing in the land between longer, plotty (or hotly smutty) stories.

Thank you, old fruit!

edited for stupid spelling error

Edited Date: 2012-05-25 09:00 pm (UTC)

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It is a great project! I'm new to writing Jeeves and Wooster, prompts and word limits seem a great way to start.

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Ha - no worries :). I'm glad is working so well - so nice to have a bit more Jooster in the world. Wasn't sure how people were going to take to it, but we've had some great little stories come out of the prompts so far. I was just a little sad to see the comm slowing down - I REALLY love this fandom - it's so warm and happy :).

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Summer's coming, folks have been busy, and I know I'm not going to have anything like time to write a complicated story for several months. That said, I'm talking to someone about a collaborative piece that will probably be a longer story, but I won't be able to start it until probably at least October, given I'm going to be in Europe for a chunk of July and August, and need to write a book when I get back. Still, JOOSTER DAMMIT!

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Drabble: Delirium

After a miserable week in bed with a virus I awoke to find Jeeves soothing the young master’s fevered brow with a cold compress. The c.c on the y.m’s f.b felt utterly fantastic and I couldn’t help but say so.
“I am glad you’re back with us, sir.” He said, a slight smile about his lips.
“Ah yes, my apologies, Jeeves, please disregard any fevered nonsense I’ve blithered at you.”
Jeeves isn’t a chap given to shows of emotion but I swear he seemed to ...deflate a little.
“Very good, sir.” He replied, averting his eyes from this Wooster’s gaze.

(I now have Ladyhawke stuck in my head ;))

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Oh, dear. Now you've made me all sniffly. Poor Jeeves.

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Haha, sorry! I'm sure Bertie muddled it through somehow...

EDIT: Oh look, I accidentally wrote an ending to this instead of doing all the things I was meant to do this evening... http://hbomb90.livejournal.com/7229.html

Edited Date: 2012-05-26 02:12 am (UTC)

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This is wonderful! You have to post it here, too! As a new entry! Let everyone enjoy the delightful Woosterishness of it!

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Thank you very much, I will do that :D

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Oh poor Jeeves!!!

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I know, the poor poppet :(

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Oh, noes! *flail*
Srsly, this was excellent!
Oooh, is that more I see down there?
*scampers!*

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Brilliant icon. And yes I wrote more, I didn't want to leave Jeeves all at sea!

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I should not watch him sleep. Knowing when he will wake is necessary so that I might provide his tea at the appropriate time, but lately I have taken to entering his room a few minutes earlier than before. He looks so peaceful in the early light that my heart aches. Part of me wishes he would open his eyes and know why I stand at the door, that he would return my regard, but that is folly. There is nothing here that I may have, nothing I may ever touch.

I would give so much to fulfill my desire.

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Lovely, my dear. *hugs poor Jeeves* Hang in there, old chap, I'm sure things will get better.

<3

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They will. You know how I hate unhappy endings.

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sniffle :( Very sweet and poignant.

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Aww, thank you. :D

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This is totally my head canon. Poor Jeeves, there's so much longing in this, it's wonderful.

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So glad it came through clearly! :D

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"This week's prompts all start with the letter D. Of course, if you get the reference, you can feel free to use that as a prompt as well"

Okay, other than the muppets, I can't think of what the reference might be. Can someone tell the slow student in the class?

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It's a Cole Porter track from 1936 - later used in the musical Anything Goes. It's a sweet track but not sure Jeeves would approve of the mangling of the Queen's E!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u138i26a0IY&sns=em

Hope the link works - doing this on the phone!

Edited Date: 2012-05-28 12:49 pm (UTC)

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Oh, the SONG! Sorry, I'm a dolt. I got THAT right off and was thinking it was something else that was hinty. *facepalm*

Thank you for the linky, because if I hadn't heard of it before, I'd've wanted to!

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I'm not very hinty. That would involve smarts - of which I have few :)!! (I don't mind being Bertie-like - if only I could find my Jeeves!)

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Have you seen the 2004 movie De-Lovely? I thought that may have been the reference you were referring to, all about Cole Porter's life, focusing on his platonic marriage (as he was gay). I just happened to catch a little of it on tv today, and it looked wonderful! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0352277/

(Back to lurking - will write a drabble one of these days!)

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Disaster

Bertie squirted into the flat like a watermelon seed pinched between finger and thumb. Slamming the door behind him, he spread himself across it as if expecting it to bow inwards and burst open.

“I take it the evening’s entertainment did not go quite as planned, sir?” Jeeves asked, appearing nearby to take Bertie’s hat and whangee. Nearly having to pry them from the young master’s desperate grip, the imperturbable valet allowed a smidge of eyebrow lift and a miniscule frown, conveying just a hint of concern.

“No, Jeeves,” Bertie gasped, breathing heavily from the run. “Disaster! Start to finish!”

Had a bit of worry after the fact - I hope any 'D' word was acceptable, but if I interpreted the prompt(s) wrong, please let me know and I'll snap to and do it properly. M'thanks!

Edited Date: 2012-05-28 04:37 am (UTC)

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I suspect any D word is acceptable. Especially when this kind of thing is the result. :D

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Awww, thankee! I thought so at first, but then worried.
:D

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The prompts are just a starting point - you can do what you like with them. :).

I do have one issue with this tho - I need more!! I have to know what happened to Bertie that was so terrible! (I imagine Aunts and fiancées - but hes used to that - they must have done something truly awful to him this time!!)

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Thanks so much for the confirmation. :D

Awww, it makes me grin so much that you want more!

(Honestly, I think half of it was theatrics on Bertie's part, but I did have a mental image of a scenario involving a too friendly beazel and a jealous brute with a passel of friends.)

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With Bertie, half of it always is! ;)

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I *love* that first sentence! The whole physicality of Bertie is delightful here.

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OOh, yay!
I'm delighted you thought so!
Thanks muchly!

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Oh Bertie, does anything ever go as he plans (does he ever plan anything?) This is brilliant. God only knows what happened, cow creamers, a fly in the eye of a young lady, multiple cats?

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IKR? Oh, yes, he does plan things, and it seems those go off worse than when he doesn't about half the time. I'm thinking something of it had to do with a young lady, that's one that always seems to lead Bertie into troubles.

Thanks SO much for commenting!
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Drabble: Devotion

Occasionally Jeeves wonders how he actually survived without knowing this, knowing him.

Sometimes he tries to imagine living without warm smiles, cherished kisses and rapturous love making. A life without mellifluous piano playing, questionable items of clothing and constant good humour shining in light blue eyes.

Sometimes he worries he will have to endure without these necessities. He might lose him to a fiancé, a new lover, or, God forbid, death.

Then Bertie’s arms would gather about his waist and the words “I couldn’t live without you” are whispered with absolute sincerity.

He needs, is needed and is utterly fulfilled.

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*soft sigh* Oh, that was lovely. Just heart-achingly lovely.

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*wibble* Oh, so sweet.

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Despair
Orphaned at a tender age and left alone with my Aunt Agatha, I suppose it's a wonder that I didn't have stranger thoughts and fancies than I did. Even so, the grey-skinned woman I sometimes thought I saw in mirrors when I was alone frightened me terribly. I would glimpse her after a long night of crying as quietly as possible, dragging her fishhook ring down her cheek, the cut following the tracks of my tears. I never told Aunt Agatha about her, of course. Enough had gone wrong for me without ending up as a loony into the bargain.

Delirium
I blamed the absinthe at the time, and I will continue to do so, adding it to the long list of Bingo's sins. All madness aside, she was rather a sweet girl. Very decent, no attempts at matrimony, fond of her pet fish. All through that long and hazy weekend I did my best to look after her and make sure she was comfortable. In return, she read Alice In Wonderland aloud in a language none of us had ever heard and only I could understand, and taught me to blow cross-shaped bubbles. She was gone when we woke up.

Destruction
Though I never saw the girl again, I did meet a man who claimed to be her older brother. Big chap, with a massive red beard and a sword that no one else seemed to notice. Rocky Todd had taken him under his wing, gamely and hopelessly attempting to help him with his poetry. It simply wasn't in him, and even I could tell. He really seemed most himself when he wasn't trying to write anything, outdoors with his shirt off, laughter booming across the water as he hacked up a tree that had blown down and blocked the path.

Dream
In the months before Jeeves and I became more than master and man, I dreamt of him incessantly. It was like something out of a novel, the way he haunted me. Some of the dreams were the simply desperate and rather fruity sort that come from sheer wanting, all tangled limbs and orgiastic excess. Others were much more symbolic and strange, with endless blighted fields and flowers made of ice. Sometimes I wore snakes and there was always a tall, dark figure that was sometimes Jeeves and sometimes someone else entirely, with stars for eyes and flames inside his cloak.

Desire
I must have been dreaming again, overtired and pickled, but I remember padding out toward the sitting room on quiet feet and seeing an unearthly creature with a face like an ivory mask sort of wrapped around Jeeves from behind, whispering in his ear. He was panting and struggling in its grip, flushed and sweating like the temptation of some saint.

"I would never harm him," Jeeves growled in response to whatever suggestions his visitor was making. It just laughed and looked over Jeeves's shoulder and right at me, eyes flashing yellow as it kissed the side of his neck.

Destiny
I once asked Jeeves how two chaps as perfect for one another as we had actually met and identified each other and connected. We were sprawled in bed, and I was only expecting the silliest of answers.

"It was written from before the foundations of the world, in a massive book chained to the wrist of Destiny. There are many paths in his garden, and ours are crossed."

"One of your own, love?" Jeeves actually produces poetry as well as quoting it, and all the genius blurs together for me.

"Simply the truth as I see it, my dearest one."

Death
Nonagenarians first thing in the morning are a wary bunch, but the girl's unexpected appearance couldn't prevent me from admiring her eye makeup as she leaned over the footboard.

Jeeves sat up beside me, and she clapped her hands. "Oh, I love couples! I was so afraid one of you would be left behind, but I really should've known better."

She went on to explain that my hands didn't hurt and that Jeeves could see again because we were dead. We were both surprised at how little we minded, and followed her away from our bodies, hand in astral hand.

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Outstanding!
Also, I may possibly be in love. A little creeped out in a good way and sort of amazed, but love... so much love for the imagery you've made here!
*enthusiastic applause*

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I almost want to do a companion to this, of Jeeves's encounters with the Endless, but 1400 words is a bit outside comment thread drabble territory. XD

Well, Neil Gaiman thoughtfully provided most of it, but I did enjoy writing Desire.

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Grinning rather hard right now! As always, love Death she is wonderful.

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I've always liked that she's one of the nicest. I figure it's because she interacts with mortals the most, since we all must meet her in the end. And my even geekier friend pointed out to me that Dream was imprisoned during the inter-War years, but I say fuck it, Jeeves and Wooster don't fit in with DC at all, so this is an alternate universe where he's free.

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I'm so thrilled by this look at Bertie and the Endless, SO thrilled. And thank you so much for Death coming for both of them at once. It's always so devastating to think of one of them left alone. *weeps a little*

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Thanks.

And I really couldn't bear to do it any other way. I contemplated it for about four seconds and then said, 'fuck it, they're a duprass and shall die together.'

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Drabble: Jeeves Meets the Endless

(a/n: I couldn't help myself.)

Destiny
What I told Bertram is perfectly true. There are many paths in Destiny's garden, and Bertram's wiggly one all paved with multicoloured stones ducks and weaves across and across my straight and narrow one, lovingly wrapped around it. I was very small when I saw them, but they are impossible to forget, are the dry pages in Destiny's book are. He told me that mortals generally weren't permitted to see them, but that I was one of a long series of exceptions. I returned from that journey with my gift of anticipation, of always knowing what my master would need.

Delirium
Only a few years after my visit to Destiny's garden, I had the first major illness of my life. My fever was so high that I had long conversations with a strange girl who sat by my bed, her mismatched eyes at once mad and kind. I knew she meant no harm, but pleaded for her to stop showing me things, and to let me know what time it was.

"YoU'rE nOt EvEn A lItTlE bIt MiNe, ArE yOu?" She said, stroking my hair out of my sweaty face. "HaVe YoU eVeR cOnSiDeReD pUrPlE? iT hAs ThE mOsT lOvElY sOuNd."

Desire
I knew something was wrong when we got back to the flat. Before then I had been too beguiled to realize how unlike myself I was acting, leading this stranger into my master's house after hours, pouring it (and myself, I regret to say) a drink.

I almost obeyed its injunction to creep into Mr. Wooster's room, but used all my will to stop where I was, snarling my denial as it whispered into my ear for me to take him, of his blue eyes and his perfect hands and the way his sleep-warm skin would feel against my tongue.

Dream
I was able to resist, until my visitor hissed and vanished, and the effort left me exhausted. On my way to bed I looked in on Bertram, beyond relieved to see him cuddling his pillow unmolested. I did not dare look much longer, going to my own narrow bed to dream of him all night, of being freely given everything Desire bade me steal. Of drowning in his scent and crushing his slender form in my embrace, of taking and being taken. For some reason I also dreamt the room was full of black cats, one with stars for eyes.

Despair
The next morning I could barely get out of bed, feeling hungover and ashamed. That shame propelled me to my feet, to wash the glasses and replace the bottle and change my sheets, all the while a low voice crooning my sins in my ear. I did not meet a single person's eyes on my way to and from buying the liquor, and if it was a painful cut into my holiday fund, it was no more than I deserved. Once the flat was in order, I was seized by a deeply uncharacteristic urge to just go back to bed.

Destruction
"You really ought to go back to that boy."

"What?" I looked up, sadly inebriated.

The man laughed, the volume of the sound and his massive red beard seeming too much to be real. "I can see my sister's hookmarks on you, but it's never as bad as she says."

I will not transcribe the rest of our conversation since it would be no service to anyone, but he did walk me home, and gave me a very indifferent painting and some advice on sodomy that proved useful a week later when Bertram threw himself at me, kissing me senseless.

Death
Everything had been a blur of light and dark for so long that I did not bother to open my eyes at first, sensing without seeing that there was someone in the room. There was an electronic stun gun under my pillow, and I sat up, ready to take aim at the shadow standing at the foot of the bed.

She was delighted to see me, and explained the situation. Bertram complimented her on her "simply smashing eye makeup," as we followed her away. It was a crisp, black Eye of Horus, just as Destiny had said it would be.

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Oh, my, yes, a perfect companion to the other! Others?
Whichever, I enjoyed it immensely! Excellently wonderful!

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