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spikendru made me!!!
And isn't that the peppiest subject line that ever was? A wassailing I must go... This story was inspired by my family, and I am not making that up.
Title: 12 Gifts of Christmas From Someone Beneath Me
Rating: PG-13 for disturbing themes and Victorian snits
Pairing: Cecily/and mysterious gifter
Summary: Someone won't stop pestering Cecily, even though she made her feelings clear... Is it enough to drive her mad? To vengeance? Do you know how much I hate filling out these blanks?
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1880, December the Fifteenth
I hardly slept at all last night. Mother insisted that no others were in the street when the delivery boy arrived, but one can never be certain. I insisted to her that I had let Mr. William Haugh know in no uncertain terms that I didn't care for him, and that it was cruel of him to suppose that I would be able to suffer any feelings beyond civility for him. His father left the family's finances in such a state. As if it was to be considered!
I will put this all behind me, hold my head high, and begin to prepare for tonight's ball. Mr. Worthingham is to be sought after with due haste!
Later this day...
How can someone be so stupid? He is too much a sentimental fool to be cruel. A pair of doves! In gilt cages, no less. Everyone knows that they have no money. This flagrant display of borrowed wealth is shameful. It is certain why his mother was driven to... No. Mustn't speak of that fine woman in such a manner. And the cow of a delivery boy brought the fruit tree with the same partridge back 'round again. Has the whole town gone mad? I want to crawl under the covers and sleep the night away, but Mother says to put my best face forward and put this all behind me.
~TBC~
I have this all written, waiting approval from
crazydiamondsue...
And isn't that the peppiest subject line that ever was? A wassailing I must go... This story was inspired by my family, and I am not making that up.
Title: 12 Gifts of Christmas From Someone Beneath Me
Rating: PG-13 for disturbing themes and Victorian snits
Pairing: Cecily/and mysterious gifter
Summary: Someone won't stop pestering Cecily, even though she made her feelings clear... Is it enough to drive her mad? To vengeance? Do you know how much I hate filling out these blanks?
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1880, December the Fifteenth
I hardly slept at all last night. Mother insisted that no others were in the street when the delivery boy arrived, but one can never be certain. I insisted to her that I had let Mr. William Haugh know in no uncertain terms that I didn't care for him, and that it was cruel of him to suppose that I would be able to suffer any feelings beyond civility for him. His father left the family's finances in such a state. As if it was to be considered!
I will put this all behind me, hold my head high, and begin to prepare for tonight's ball. Mr. Worthingham is to be sought after with due haste!
Later this day...
How can someone be so stupid? He is too much a sentimental fool to be cruel. A pair of doves! In gilt cages, no less. Everyone knows that they have no money. This flagrant display of borrowed wealth is shameful. It is certain why his mother was driven to... No. Mustn't speak of that fine woman in such a manner. And the cow of a delivery boy brought the fruit tree with the same partridge back 'round again. Has the whole town gone mad? I want to crawl under the covers and sleep the night away, but Mother says to put my best face forward and put this all behind me.
~TBC~
I have this all written, waiting approval from
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 08:47 am (UTC)Wait. What the hell is up with the Darkness?? Snuggle bunnies and kitties playing poker.. Or quite possible hanging from a tree limb (Hang in there!). Did you know that the animals that are posed like that are dead? Seriously. I need some fudge or something to sweeten me up...
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:41 am (UTC)*builds a shrine to you. lights candles. gets struck by lightining. rebuilds shrine.*
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:29 am (UTC)excellent, can't wait to see what he does with the French hens.
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:48 am (UTC)10Q, I kinda wanna put this all up now, but then, that's why I never get a ton of feedback, which is what my heart REALLY desires.
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:23 am (UTC)I figured there was a story to the last name, but you don't have to tell. Everybody gives Angel & Spike different last names, I find that amusing.
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:42 am (UTC)Angela
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Date: 2004-12-08 08:50 am (UTC)(You'd let me know if I was getting the Victorian London stuff wrong, wouldn't you?)
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Date: 2004-12-08 01:18 pm (UTC)Angela
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Date: 2004-12-08 09:29 am (UTC)And I got hope in the mail yesterday! You don't see that very often. Thank you!
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:35 am (UTC)I hope you like the CD - I had a lot of fun making it!
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Date: 2004-12-08 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 11:42 am (UTC)Loving this, enjoying Cecily's gifts. Certainly more than she is!
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Date: 2004-12-08 12:05 pm (UTC)My mother read this story about a woman who actually received the gifts from the song, and if hearing your mother cackle, "fucking birds are shitting all over the house, the lords are leaping all over the "maids" - maids, my ass! those whores..." doesn't shout Christmas to you, well, then you just aren't celebrating properly.
Ha ha ha! Explains a lot, doesn't it?
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Date: 2004-12-08 04:06 pm (UTC)My mother used to have a fairly uncensored mouth until I was in high school or thereabouts. I don't know why, but then she decided that she should clean up her language. Instead of "shit" she would substitute "shi-ffles" at the last split second. That sort of thing. Now she's completely clean in her language and I feel guilty even saying anything mildly offensive in front of her.
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:45 am (UTC)Julia, although the prospect of Lords a Leaping has me quaking in fear
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Date: 2004-12-08 12:06 pm (UTC)That'll show HER for her lack of devotion to our fair William...
Her gifts shall be effulgent.
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 12:07 pm (UTC)*dashes off to add new icon!*
I heart my dead, gay flist.
*smooshes you to my boobies*
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Date: 2004-12-08 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 05:41 pm (UTC)Please, Stoney...I'd like some more. ::holds out empty bowl piteously::
Also, I liked your newly updated userinfo page! The haikus are berry good, but where are the spam-ku?
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:01 pm (UTC)because livestock screams "I love you, you perfumed delicate flower"
Date: 2004-12-11 05:36 am (UTC)::cackles::
Swans are notoriously evil tempered. And are sure not to get along with the geese and the hens....
The maids a milking will be bringing cows, who no doubt will be dropping prezzies of their own.
::cackles more::
I can't wait.