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marginaliana! There's a longer fic-in-progress with your name on it -- do you realise, woman, how criminally difficult it has been to get Bunter naked in any sense of the word? (And, stylings of my not-so-inner diva notwithstanding, I do hope you recognise I'm having a lot of fun with it in spite of its not-done-yetness...)
At any rate, it's a fine thing that you're full of fabulousness and thinkyness and lovingness, and here's wishing lots of the same back atcha. :-) In the meantime, here's a backstory cupcake for you...
Title: Another Page
Rating: G
Words: 200
When the Dowager Duchess of Denver emerged from Lord Peter's bedroom, Bunter had a glass of claret waiting for her. She accepted the glass with alacrity, swallowing a medicinally significant measure of the wine before she spoke.
"Dearly as I loved him," she said, "Peter's father would have tried to bully him out of this by now. For both his sake and yours, I'm glad you've only his own nonsense to contend with, and it's not as if stupid people are themselves immune from palsy or nervous tics, so why he's stupid enough to think he doesn't deserve anything beautiful ever again just because he accidentally tore a page -- which I see you've already repaired, Bunter, you're truly a marvel -- what we would do without you, I shouldn't like to think. Of course the book will be never the same as it was, but are any of us? And among all those beautiful pages -- and so pretty, all that embossing -- only now I expect he'll have bad dreams about it." The Dowager's bright brown eyes were a trifle too bright. "Bunter, what will become of him?"
"Your Grace, it is my hope that he will continue to improve," Bunter answered.
marginaliana! There's a longer fic-in-progress with your name on it -- do you realise, woman, how criminally difficult it has been to get Bunter naked in any sense of the word? (And, stylings of my not-so-inner diva notwithstanding, I do hope you recognise I'm having a lot of fun with it in spite of its not-done-yetness...)At any rate, it's a fine thing that you're full of fabulousness and thinkyness and lovingness, and here's wishing lots of the same back atcha. :-) In the meantime, here's a backstory cupcake for you...
Title: Another Page
Rating: G
Words: 200
When the Dowager Duchess of Denver emerged from Lord Peter's bedroom, Bunter had a glass of claret waiting for her. She accepted the glass with alacrity, swallowing a medicinally significant measure of the wine before she spoke.
"Dearly as I loved him," she said, "Peter's father would have tried to bully him out of this by now. For both his sake and yours, I'm glad you've only his own nonsense to contend with, and it's not as if stupid people are themselves immune from palsy or nervous tics, so why he's stupid enough to think he doesn't deserve anything beautiful ever again just because he accidentally tore a page -- which I see you've already repaired, Bunter, you're truly a marvel -- what we would do without you, I shouldn't like to think. Of course the book will be never the same as it was, but are any of us? And among all those beautiful pages -- and so pretty, all that embossing -- only now I expect he'll have bad dreams about it." The Dowager's bright brown eyes were a trifle too bright. "Bunter, what will become of him?"
"Your Grace, it is my hope that he will continue to improve," Bunter answered.