JW Meme part 5/10
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Title: St.George Jeeves to the Rescue!
Rating: G
Words: Prompt: "And now Jeeves and Aunt Agatha in a staring competition."
It was fun drawing aunt Agatha! (Guess which type of bird I used for inspiration? :3)
Whereas getting Jeeves' haughty expression right was quite vexing. >_>;
This one arrived with a little story as well. ^_^;
during the writing of which I think I just gave myself fluff poisoning.
So careful there. :'P
A discreet cough woke Bertram Wooster from a dream in which his tie had just turned out to be a poisonous snake. As unwelcome as such a thing was, he found to his consternation that some devious blighter had clearly sneaked into his room in the dead of night and stuffed his head with wool. Or more probably, with glass wool, from the feel of it.
He'd felt similarly before, but the difference was that those occasions had usually come on the heels of a fun night, whereas last night had been anything but. It had involved too much cold water and running about in the rain, for starters.
"Bzuh, Owww..." Bertie said eloquently.
Somehow Jeeves managed to divine a question in it.
"I regret to inform you that Mrs. Gregson is here to see you, sir."
Bertie, who had managed to get his upper body to a position approaching upright, wavered at these crushing news and flopped back down. When he spoke, his voice was faint and ended in a cough.
"Does...does she have that that girl in tow, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir."
Bertie groaned and waved his hand in a hopeless way. If he'd had a white flag, he wouldn't have had the strenght to lift it up.
"Oh, I give up. Just...just tell her I'll marry that...what'shername." He coughed weakly and continued in a dark tone.
"If I live that long."
"Now sir, there is no need to be so drastic."
Jeeves sounded faintly disapproving.
Bertie, who had closed his eyes, felt a cool hand on his forehead. He reckoned this had to be a bit like cats felt when they were stroked. If he wasn't so ill, he'd feel like purring too.
"I will tell Mrs. Gregson you cannot see her today, sir."
The last was said in an uncommonly gentle way, and Bertie nodded his aching head. When Jeeves moved his hand away, Bertie almost reached out for it, but that would have been rather too childish, wouldn't it?
Besides, Jeeves had to go off to battle the no doubt fire breathing Aunt Agatha. Bertie wondered, in a slightly disjointed way, whether his valet ought to be wearing armour. Then again, this was Jeeves, who'd probably take one look at a real dragon, and then...give it a pacifying coal bisquit, or some such.
Eventually the voices at the door faded away, and Bertie once again sensed the presence of the knight...that is, Jeeves in the room.
"She didn't bite, did she?"
Bertie asked sleepily.
"No sir."
Someone pulled the covers better over him, and Bertram Wooster fell back into slightly fevery dreams, this time sure that he'd be protected from any deadly cobra ties and umbrella wielding dragons.
and 2
3
4
Title: St.
Rating: G
Words: Prompt: "And now Jeeves and Aunt Agatha in a staring competition."
It was fun drawing aunt Agatha! (Guess which type of bird I used for inspiration? :3)
Whereas getting Jeeves' haughty expression right was quite vexing. >_>;
This one arrived with a little story as well. ^_^;
during the writing of which I think I just gave myself fluff poisoning.
So careful there. :'P
A discreet cough woke Bertram Wooster from a dream in which his tie had just turned out to be a poisonous snake. As unwelcome as such a thing was, he found to his consternation that some devious blighter had clearly sneaked into his room in the dead of night and stuffed his head with wool. Or more probably, with glass wool, from the feel of it.
He'd felt similarly before, but the difference was that those occasions had usually come on the heels of a fun night, whereas last night had been anything but. It had involved too much cold water and running about in the rain, for starters.
"Bzuh, Owww..." Bertie said eloquently.
Somehow Jeeves managed to divine a question in it.
"I regret to inform you that Mrs. Gregson is here to see you, sir."
Bertie, who had managed to get his upper body to a position approaching upright, wavered at these crushing news and flopped back down. When he spoke, his voice was faint and ended in a cough.
"Does...does she have that that girl in tow, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir."
Bertie groaned and waved his hand in a hopeless way. If he'd had a white flag, he wouldn't have had the strenght to lift it up.
"Oh, I give up. Just...just tell her I'll marry that...what'shername." He coughed weakly and continued in a dark tone.
"If I live that long."
"Now sir, there is no need to be so drastic."
Jeeves sounded faintly disapproving.
Bertie, who had closed his eyes, felt a cool hand on his forehead. He reckoned this had to be a bit like cats felt when they were stroked. If he wasn't so ill, he'd feel like purring too.
"I will tell Mrs. Gregson you cannot see her today, sir."
The last was said in an uncommonly gentle way, and Bertie nodded his aching head. When Jeeves moved his hand away, Bertie almost reached out for it, but that would have been rather too childish, wouldn't it?
Besides, Jeeves had to go off to battle the no doubt fire breathing Aunt Agatha. Bertie wondered, in a slightly disjointed way, whether his valet ought to be wearing armour. Then again, this was Jeeves, who'd probably take one look at a real dragon, and then...give it a pacifying coal bisquit, or some such.
Eventually the voices at the door faded away, and Bertie once again sensed the presence of the knight...that is, Jeeves in the room.
"She didn't bite, did she?"
Bertie asked sleepily.
"No sir."
Someone pulled the covers better over him, and Bertram Wooster fell back into slightly fevery dreams, this time sure that he'd be protected from any deadly cobra ties and umbrella wielding dragons.
