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crack_van2009-12-24 08:24 am
azdak.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-12-24 08:24 am
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The Social Climb by custardpringle (G)
Fandom: LORD PETER WIMSEY
Pairing: None
Length: 1,400
Author Website:None that I know of
Why this must be read:
One of the great pleasures that fanfic gives us more of is the meeting of characters who, in canon, may not even know of each other's existence. In this vignette, the Viscount St George finally learns his lesson about climbing over the walls of Women's Colleges, when a night time escapade results in a memorable encounter with Hilary Thorpe. The conversation between the two is a delight, and as a bonus it's peppered with wonderful little insights into the trials and tribulations of being Peter's nephew.
The coast seemed clear enough, so St. George ambled back into range of the streetlamp and switched on his most charming smile-- which, he was reliably informed, was very charming indeed. 'Seeing as I've been trapped here by pure unfortunate accident--'
The girl nodded tolerantly. 'Naturally.'
'Naturally,' St. George echoed without missing a beat, 'I was hoping to find my way out with a minimum of fuss, and therefore with a minimum of damage to--' he bowed, slight but entirely sincere-- 'the virtuous reputation of your distinguished College.' Enough long words in there, he thought, to satisfy just about anyone.
The corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile that was dangerously close to genuine. 'If you didn't look like such a nice young man, I'd say you were trying to blackmail me.'
The Social Climb
Pairing: None
Length: 1,400
Author Website:None that I know of
Why this must be read:
One of the great pleasures that fanfic gives us more of is the meeting of characters who, in canon, may not even know of each other's existence. In this vignette, the Viscount St George finally learns his lesson about climbing over the walls of Women's Colleges, when a night time escapade results in a memorable encounter with Hilary Thorpe. The conversation between the two is a delight, and as a bonus it's peppered with wonderful little insights into the trials and tribulations of being Peter's nephew.
The coast seemed clear enough, so St. George ambled back into range of the streetlamp and switched on his most charming smile-- which, he was reliably informed, was very charming indeed. 'Seeing as I've been trapped here by pure unfortunate accident--'
The girl nodded tolerantly. 'Naturally.'
'Naturally,' St. George echoed without missing a beat, 'I was hoping to find my way out with a minimum of fuss, and therefore with a minimum of damage to--' he bowed, slight but entirely sincere-- 'the virtuous reputation of your distinguished College.' Enough long words in there, he thought, to satisfy just about anyone.
The corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile that was dangerously close to genuine. 'If you didn't look like such a nice young man, I'd say you were trying to blackmail me.'
The Social Climb