This is an experiment, but I will see it through with a new chapter everyday until all 12 parts are posted.
Pairing: Cecily/William (Spike)/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13 for some snits and I'm not sure...
Summary: Ever wonder what made Cecily leave her Victorian life to become Halfrek? Heh heh heh...
1880, December the Thirteenth
Mother and I have been quite concerned about the strange goings-on at the Haugh residence. Ever since William disappeared for a fortnight, strange doings have been told by the servants. Not that I listen to such gossip, but when one hears of a fine, upstanding lady such as Mistress Haugh... Well, better not to speak of such things. What mother wouldn't become adle-brained with such a wretch for a son? To think he deigned to love ME... It isn't to be borne.
However, I do find it odd to see movement in the windows at such a small hour of the night, yet no servants coming in and out during the day. No matter.
Tonight is a Grand Ball at the Worthingham Estate. I shall wear my lavender crinoline and carry the new clutch Father brought back from his travels. I expect to make quite a splash.
1880, December the Fourteenth
It was lovely to see everyone dressed so fine last night. My card was full all evening, and I dare say that Roger Worthingham and I would make a charming couple. It was all Mother could talk about on our ride home. I was the only girl in lavender, and with my complexion, there aren't many who could wear such a delicate colour. I am certain to be remembered for it.
Mother is calling me to the foyer. Someone has sent a gift. Can I imagine who has sent something this close to Christmas? Oh, do I dare?
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That he would... the unmittigated gall of him. Common sense and propriety dictate that one does not purchase a gift for someone richer than he. What would be the point? That Mr. William Haugh sent a gift as if he had the right... And how droll. A partridge perched in a fruit tree as the song calls it. I could die of shame. I had mother roundly send it back, unsigned. Oh, I hope no one has heard of this... I shall not be made a laughingstock.
~TBC~
So? Anyone else care about this? I'll more later. Bet you a million dollars that you'll never guess the next gift. That is a complete lie.
BTW: According to Victorian times, it was considered ridiculous to try and give someone with more money than you a present. In a way, if someone bought you a gift, they were obviously indicating their superior wealth to yours. Merry Christmas! (I read a few Harper's Bazaar articles from 1880s today...)
Pairing: Cecily/William (Spike)/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13 for some snits and I'm not sure...
Summary: Ever wonder what made Cecily leave her Victorian life to become Halfrek? Heh heh heh...
1880, December the Thirteenth
Mother and I have been quite concerned about the strange goings-on at the Haugh residence. Ever since William disappeared for a fortnight, strange doings have been told by the servants. Not that I listen to such gossip, but when one hears of a fine, upstanding lady such as Mistress Haugh... Well, better not to speak of such things. What mother wouldn't become adle-brained with such a wretch for a son? To think he deigned to love ME... It isn't to be borne.
However, I do find it odd to see movement in the windows at such a small hour of the night, yet no servants coming in and out during the day. No matter.
Tonight is a Grand Ball at the Worthingham Estate. I shall wear my lavender crinoline and carry the new clutch Father brought back from his travels. I expect to make quite a splash.
1880, December the Fourteenth
It was lovely to see everyone dressed so fine last night. My card was full all evening, and I dare say that Roger Worthingham and I would make a charming couple. It was all Mother could talk about on our ride home. I was the only girl in lavender, and with my complexion, there aren't many who could wear such a delicate colour. I am certain to be remembered for it.
Mother is calling me to the foyer. Someone has sent a gift. Can I imagine who has sent something this close to Christmas? Oh, do I dare?
~~~
That he would... the unmittigated gall of him. Common sense and propriety dictate that one does not purchase a gift for someone richer than he. What would be the point? That Mr. William Haugh sent a gift as if he had the right... And how droll. A partridge perched in a fruit tree as the song calls it. I could die of shame. I had mother roundly send it back, unsigned. Oh, I hope no one has heard of this... I shall not be made a laughingstock.
~TBC~
So? Anyone else care about this? I'll more later. Bet you a million dollars that you'll never guess the next gift. That is a complete lie.
BTW: According to Victorian times, it was considered ridiculous to try and give someone with more money than you a present. In a way, if someone bought you a gift, they were obviously indicating their superior wealth to yours. Merry Christmas! (I read a few Harper's Bazaar articles from 1880s today...)
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Date: 2004-12-07 03:41 pm (UTC)(Is that enough "e"s you think?)
Will the next gift be a puppy? That's what I think!
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Date: 2004-12-07 03:59 pm (UTC)JUST FER EWE!!!!
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:20 pm (UTC)Love you!!! Excellent period voice (you know, time period, not talking 'bout your "visitor.") The bit about lavender was a nice touch, very Cecily. More? For your little Suzie-Woozie-Floozie-Needs-Some-Boozie? I think two pounds of back bacon would be a lovely second gift. Bah-dah-bump-bump!!! (Whew - watch me mix my 12 Days metaphors. Gettin' dizzy?)
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:25 pm (UTC)Good times.
I have almost half of it written... will put more up. Is it cheesy to put up a chapter a day?
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:35 pm (UTC)Nah, that's what I intended to do with SMCD until days became weeks and weeks grew into months, one season following another, laden with happiness and tears...okay, so now we know I can work a musical into any topic. My work is done.
You can post one chappie a day. But if you wanted to send advance copies to your BF LJ, nobody would be the wiser ***whistles***
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:32 pm (UTC)That's me, doing my Arnold Horshack impression to let you know that I want more, too! And is the dress a clue? I love clues. Now you've got me trying to figure out how much Cecily knows, since lavender was considered "half-mourning" in Victorian times. (After a year of unrelieved black when someone close to you died, you could then begin to wear gray or lavender for the next year.) Is her choice of gown a hint that William was closer toher than she wanted to let on . . . or am I totally off base? (I knew my addiction to British mysteries would get me into trouble sooner or later!)
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:43 pm (UTC)All of the Victorian Ways to Spend and Celebrate Christmas are facutal, however.
There will be more...
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:42 pm (UTC)Those Victorians sure knew the meaning of Christmas. Not! Those magazine articles must be fascinating.
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:45 pm (UTC)And how happy is the idea that if someone bought you a gift, it was a veiled insult?
There is more coming, and thanks for playing along....
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Date: 2004-12-07 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-07 05:57 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're liking it! It's cracking me up over here...
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Date: 2004-12-07 06:56 pm (UTC)And speaking of holiday cooking...guess what I did today? Something of a chocolatey nature...*eg*
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Date: 2004-12-07 05:21 pm (UTC)I love the Victorian voice and Cecily's hautiness.
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Date: 2004-12-07 05:59 pm (UTC)I will say this: some people are having a lot of fun at someone else's expense, and one of those people is a surprise.
Cecily is REALLY not going to see the forest because of all them damn trees. 10Q
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Date: 2004-12-07 06:41 pm (UTC)Cecily!
I have a feeling she will be sorry she was mean to Mr. Haugh.
but I thought Angel was the puppy nailer?? :)
<-- 'tis a hint
Date: 2004-12-08 10:36 am (UTC)Wanna know a secret about the name Haugh?
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Date: 2004-12-07 09:56 pm (UTC)Also...(I read a few Harper's Bazaar articles from 1880s today...) Teehee. You're adorable!
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:37 am (UTC)More is up! And more later, also!
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:38 am (UTC)Angela
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:38 am (UTC)10Q for playing with me!!
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Date: 2004-12-08 01:21 pm (UTC)Angela
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:17 am (UTC)Presents as insults, I didn't know about that. I'm assuming that Victorians could exchange gifts within their own families without daggers drawn, though, right? Since there would be no question about inequality of wealth.
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:40 am (UTC)The most popular way for a woman to gift a :gift" to a potential suitor is through flowers. I have a list of all of the flower meanings, and entire letters would be composed through a boquet you would send. Isn't that awesome? Or is that the geeky gardener in me?
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Date: 2004-12-08 02:27 pm (UTC)Couldn't resist looking at the comment above. I'm fascinated by the language of flowers - I've always wanted to do a fic where the main communication/flirting was through flowers - but I've held back thinking that it's probably too esoteric.
I'm seeing a yellow boquet here - tulips, carnations and chrysanthemums.