just the thing (prompts post)

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Stolen from soundslikej:


give me two characters I write (from two different canons or two different bands, please), and a prompt, and I'll tell you about one time they kiss.

anything from my interests is fair game, as is anything you've seen me flailing over recently. responses likely, but not guaranteed.

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Bob Bryar and someone from Jane Austen's work? (Or Jane Austen herself, because I watched that movie with Anne Hathaway and James McAvoy the other night and am suitably enamoured of Jane.)

please excuse my horrible attempt at regency...

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"Miss Jane," Bryar said, and Jane looked up from her desk, nearly toppling her ink pot in her haste to cover her writing, before she realized who it was.

"Bryar," she said, unable to keep from smiling. "I didn't realize today was the day you meant to visit, I apologize."

Lieutenant Bryar had recently taken up residence in their neighborhood, and when they ran into each other in the village, Jane had found herself caught up in a conversation about the way people inevitably found the simplest way of looking at a situation and would never budge from that interpretation. She'd quite forgotten that she'd meant to purchase new curtains in her delight over Bryar's clear and wry way of looking at the world. She'd also promised to lend him a particular book, which was why he was here now.

Bryar looked a little embarrassed. "It's entirely possible I said Friday, but I was passing by, and I thought, and your housekeeper sent me in--were you busy? I could leave."

"No, not at all, I'm very glad to see you." She pushed her papers away from her and rose to motion him over to the sofa. "Please sit," she said.

"I meant to ask," he said, after they'd gotten through news about his family and hers, and after they'd both laughed over the very silly sermon that Mr Pallmeyer had held last Sunday. "I meant to ask, what were you writing?"

She swallowed and intended to say something about a letter, but instead she blurted, "it's a novel. Of sorts. A story?"

Because he seemed determined to defy all her expectations he refused to be shocked at all, and instead he smiled this small smile that made her smile helplessly back and said, "I've no doubt it's very good. I'd love to read it, if you would be comfortable allowing me to."

"I would," she said, surprising herself again. "I really would. I--yes. It's not fit to be seen yet, but when it is, I'd love your opinion on it."

They spoke for a little longer, she gave him the promised book, and he kissed her hand when he left, politely and courteously, yet she could not stop thinking about the way he looked at her when he released her hand. Perhaps he would come visit her soon, to bring back the book. She certainly hoped he would.

Re: please excuse my horrible attempt at regency...

[mahoni.livejournal.com]

*________________* That is ADORABLE. I had no idea a kiss on the hand could make me so flaily and squeeful. OMG I could read about Lieutenant Bob and Jane Austen falling in love forever.

Thank you!!