An Advent Calendar of Stories - 24th December 2011
And the final story in our Advent Calendar of gorgeous Pros-y stories, is the one that I can't resist at this time of year, and that I will curl up in bed with tonight:
In the Deep Midwinter (The Larton Chronicles) by Rhiannon
Because how can you not love these lads, AU or not...
On the morning of Christmas Day Doyle looked at the bright green eggs ready and waiting for him unappreciatively. The colour was startling. No doubt Bodie meant them to be festive. It was best not to inquire. Himself was whistling happily at the stove, constructing a huge fry-up.
"Eggs all right?" Bodie inquired.
"Um," said Doyle. "Nice and hard, the way I like 'em. Shove over the paprika. Heard you coming home - about three, was it? You fell over the step."
"So I did," Bodie admitted. "We had a few jars after Mass. Good thing I wasn't stopped on the way home."
I can see both a Bodie who'd think bright green eggs were festive, and especially a Bodie who has a few jars after Mass... and a Doyle who decides it's best not to enquire about either thing... *g* And then...
"Bodie! Get a move on!" Doyle yelled. "I don't want to be revving up the car and you still in the bathroom."
"Bad news," said Bodie. He appeared in the doorway wearing his lowering Heathcliff expression. "Won't be getting that time off. They need me for this damned house party Agnes is throwing."
"Oh no," said Doyle. "We are going to spend Boxing Day happily watching Where Eagles Dare on TV so you can be rude about it, me not stirring from the Aga and you with your wellies off for once, not careering halfway over Gloucestershire in peril of life and limb."
"I know," said Bodie. "I was looking forward to it. But Glenbucket's gone and broken his leg. They have him in traction."
"Not a horse, is he?" asked Doyle, concerned.
Bodie's lowering Heathcliff expression! The lads watching Where Eagles Dare so that Bodie can be rude about it! And them both tucked up to the Aga and each other... If they were going to be posh, I reckong this is just how they'd be - having Christmas together, no matter what.
If you've not yet read Larton, then do hie thee to Gryphon Press, who are highly recommended by anyone who's bought Pros zines there, and search out this absolute classic Pros zine. It's perfect for curling up with, at least once a year, at Christmastime... *g*
And even though this is the end of our Advent Calendar, if anyone has any more Pros-y Christmas stories they'd like to rec, or Pros-y stories that they'd like to rec or review or chat about any time at all, then that's one of the things that ci5hq was set up to do - so please do! And have a lovely Christmas, whether you believe in it or not, and every day after... *g*
In the Deep Midwinter (The Larton Chronicles) by Rhiannon
Because how can you not love these lads, AU or not...
On the morning of Christmas Day Doyle looked at the bright green eggs ready and waiting for him unappreciatively. The colour was startling. No doubt Bodie meant them to be festive. It was best not to inquire. Himself was whistling happily at the stove, constructing a huge fry-up.
"Eggs all right?" Bodie inquired.
"Um," said Doyle. "Nice and hard, the way I like 'em. Shove over the paprika. Heard you coming home - about three, was it? You fell over the step."
"So I did," Bodie admitted. "We had a few jars after Mass. Good thing I wasn't stopped on the way home."
I can see both a Bodie who'd think bright green eggs were festive, and especially a Bodie who has a few jars after Mass... and a Doyle who decides it's best not to enquire about either thing... *g* And then...
"Bodie! Get a move on!" Doyle yelled. "I don't want to be revving up the car and you still in the bathroom."
"Bad news," said Bodie. He appeared in the doorway wearing his lowering Heathcliff expression. "Won't be getting that time off. They need me for this damned house party Agnes is throwing."
"Oh no," said Doyle. "We are going to spend Boxing Day happily watching Where Eagles Dare on TV so you can be rude about it, me not stirring from the Aga and you with your wellies off for once, not careering halfway over Gloucestershire in peril of life and limb."
"I know," said Bodie. "I was looking forward to it. But Glenbucket's gone and broken his leg. They have him in traction."
"Not a horse, is he?" asked Doyle, concerned.
Bodie's lowering Heathcliff expression! The lads watching Where Eagles Dare so that Bodie can be rude about it! And them both tucked up to the Aga and each other... If they were going to be posh, I reckong this is just how they'd be - having Christmas together, no matter what.
If you've not yet read Larton, then do hie thee to Gryphon Press, who are highly recommended by anyone who's bought Pros zines there, and search out this absolute classic Pros zine. It's perfect for curling up with, at least once a year, at Christmastime... *g*
And even though this is the end of our Advent Calendar, if anyone has any more Pros-y Christmas stories they'd like to rec, or Pros-y stories that they'd like to rec or review or chat about any time at all, then that's one of the things that ci5hq was set up to do - so please do! And have a lovely Christmas, whether you believe in it or not, and every day after... *g*