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And remember:
Complete rules for posting are on the group's profile. To protect members' privacy, entry posting is by members only. However, prompts and fills are made anonymously, which means non-members can respond!
Rules
1. No underage characters
2. No RPF/RPS
3. No bashing other people's kinks.
4. Please use content warnings. Put them at the start of your prompt. I.e. Prompt (Content Warning: Attempted Suicide)
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Fill: Prickly pt 1
Date: 2020-02-23 11:02 am (UTC)"The poor man. You're sure you won't stay with us, Bertie?"
"Well Tuppy, if I could speak to myself from three days ago, I would tell me that Brinkley Court is preferable to spending three days in a shack in a meadow. But I can't, and they should open the hotel back up for us tomorrow."
"That's what you said on Friday."
"I was unaware how long the situation would last on on Friday, Tuppy."
"What if you're unaware of the situation now?"
"I've got to dash off. The locals are eyeing me like wolverines eyeing honeycomb."
"That's not wolverines, that's -"
Tuppy's final complaint was cut off as I put the ear-piece back in its cradle and did my best to look civilized as I sauntered past the rabble at the bar counter. I admit I did not look my best after two days without much sleep, good food, or a wash.
"Oy!" The pub owner was a tall, formidable woman with a voice that easily carried through the din. "You there!"
All eyes suddenly fastened themselves on Bertram, and I admit it was not the type of attention that I usually enjoy.
“Yes?" I replied, fiddling with my cuff and suddenly aware of the stain.
"Hardington's almost done with repairs. They told me to tell you they'd be opening at six, no earlier."
I thanked her and then jogged back to the shack where we'd been living like ragamuffins to tell Jeeves the good news. It wasn't a bad little shack, all things considered, but it was still a shack and both of us were eager to get back to running water and decent food.
There was no sign of Jeeves so I went to the bucket full of clean water and splashed some of it on my face and neck to cool down. There was fuzz growing about my features that was rather course to the touch. I stroked it absently and thought of Jeeves.
It was rare to see him unkept. The first time I spotted more than a hair out of place had been in Cannes, near the end of the whole affair with Lady Blair. I'd raked my fingers through those dark strands the next month in the dark of an alley in London like a proper criminal. Or maybe just a chap in love, which I suppose is the same thing.
I'd spent the mornings since trying to wake up at the same time as the person slumbering next to me with little success. And why, I hear you ask, would one want to be awake in the early dawn hours? The answer is thus; Jeeves has seen me regularly in a disheveled, catatonic state for nigh on eight years, but the reverse is a mysterious, rarely seen creature.
So far I'd only caught a few small glimpses of him getting up before shimmering off to do his toilette. (I may have learned to make my own tea and eggs when required, but a morning fellow, I am not.) Perhaps it had something to do with the current aloofness. I'd mentioned the shadow on his jaw yesterday over a dinner of cold sandwiches, and Jeeves had said little else that evening except 'good night'.
A rustle in the straw outside the door gave away his usual quiet entrance. I wiped the side of my face with my sleeve and hoped it looked better than it had in the mirror in the pub loo.
Jeeves came in carrying a small covered basket, which he set on the only chair in the room. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to say something about it, so I did.
"What a lovely basket. I don't suppose there's food in it?"
“Sandwiches from Mr Hardington's." The way he pronounced Hardington was chilling.
Re: Fill: Prickly pt 1
Date: 2020-02-24 08:11 pm (UTC)I like this a lot.
Re: Fill: Prickly pt 2
Date: 2020-06-13 02:53 pm (UTC)"Pickled herring."
I lifted them both out along with the china plate at the bottom and arranged them neatly. "Let's see what else you've brought us." There were three hard boiled eggs at the bottom and a small jar of salt.
"I deduce that Harrington had a surplus of a certain something," I said.
Jeeves's mouth went thinner than it already was, turning into a single stern line on a canvas that was getting darker with bristles by the day. I hastily added on a description of my affinity for eggs.
"Wonderful things. Round. I've heard that the brown ones are the best."
He caught one as I tossed it over, and we sat together on the edge of the bed, cracking the shells and making the best out of our rubbery lunch.
"I have some news I think you'll be especially pleased with," I said, reaching for the sandwich with the pickled herring and waving it about in a celebratory manner. A bit of mayonnaise escaped as it was flung about and landed on Jeeves's trouser. I hastily wiped it off with my thumb and onto the blanket. "Sorry."
He looked down at the oily stain with a pained eye. It was not without company. Both our outfits had borne a visible ledger of our three days in the shack and excursions in the surrounding countryside. Usually one does not wear the same clothes morning and night, for days on end, but the arrival of the two valises that I'd sent ahead of us containing the rest of our wardrobe had been delayed until Tuesday.
"I was in the pub," I continued, "discussing our accommodations with Tuppy, and-"
The memory of my promised contribution to lunch suddenly surfaced as my salt-induced thirst and recollection of the pub collided.
"Oh lord, I forgot I was going to buy a bottle of ale."
Jeeves shrugged as if he hadn't just consumed half a jar of salt on an egg and bit into his sandwich. I could see his jaw tensing slightly and quickly got up to fetch us some fresh water.
While our location wasn't exactly choice, the water from the well on the property was some of the clearest and sweetest I'd ever had, and I felt already slightly nostalgic for our time here, knowing it was nearly over.
"Well anyways," I said, sipping from a tin cup, "Harrington's called to tells us they're about done with repairs, so we can get into our room at six."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. I'm surprised they didn't tell you when you were picking though the kitchen."
Jeeves had picked Harrington's - as I understood it- specifically because it was rural and staffed by a couple with a son that recently immigrated from Greece with limited proficiency in the English language. Hence a good chance they wouldn't recognize either of us or be receptive to any gossip. It had been five months since things had changed between us, and the idea of a June holiday in the country as a proper couple had been too tantalizing to leave to fantasy.
I knew what he had been envisioning; mornings in the veranda cafe where we could sit at the same table, a cozy room with a comfortable bed, maybe even fishing for pike out on the lake below the hill. Instead we had been holed up in a small shed for days, commuting back and forth to the local pub to use the loo and eat the unfortunate local cuisine. I had adjusted fairly well, but Jeeves is a man that thrives on the cleanliness of civilization, and I could tell that present circs were taking a toll.
"No luggage yet," I said regretfully, "but it should join us tomorrow. I imagine you're anxious to be reunited with your necessaries."
He touched his chin and then glanced at me before looking quickly away and concentrating on his sandwich.
Re: Fill: Prickly pt 2
Date: 2020-06-13 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Prickly pt 2
Date: 2020-06-13 09:00 pm (UTC)And maybe we'll have a shorter wait than 4 months between an updateRe: Fill: Prickly pt 2
Date: 2020-06-15 02:13 pm (UTC)