Myshuno! 2012 - piece 4
Title: Angles.
Prompt: Bowler Hats (biglenny)
Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 0/10.
Summary: Stuart has a new hat.
Notes: Just a short fin little thing showing how good the relationship can be between Bertie and Stuart.
Word Count: 385.
Bertie shook his head as he watched his brother put on his new hat and adjust it whilst looking in the hall mirror. “I cannot believe that you decided to buy another bowler hat. It made you look like a gamekeeper when you were younger, and it makes you look like a clerk now.”
“Says the man wearing a brown felt topper,” replied Stuart as he straightened the hat on his head.
“My hat garners much admiration, I’ll have you know. At least, Sophia insulted it only the once, which is tantamount to gushing praise from her, and I will tell you for why.”
Stuart threw him an amused look. “Why is that then dear brother?”
Bertie put his index finger to the brim and ran it along the side, pushing it up and tilting the hat as he did so. “Because I wear it at a jaunty angle. Makes me look rakish, exciting and interesting. Most unlike if I wear to say, wear a bowler hat, level on my head.”
Stuart rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Whatever you say brother of mine.”
Bertie turned his head at the sound of a carriage coming to a halt outside. “The carriage is here. I will go out and greet it. Do not spend too long admiring your reflection, otherwise people will start to think you vain.”
Stuart shook his head again as Bertie left the house, before turning his attention back to his reflection. Perhaps Bertie had a point. This hat did make him look staid and dour and very much like an office clerk. It really did not reflect the person he was. He glanced towards the hall window where he could see his brother climbing into the carriage that was due to take them to the railway station. What was it that Bertie had done? He put his index finger to the brim on the side of the hat, and repeated the movement his elder brother had made. He ended up with the hat tilted at a rakish angle and he smiled. That looked much better. Yes, Bertie would rib him over taking his advice, but the man looking back at him from the looking glass was recognisably him now. Still smiling, he turned and made to join Bertie in the carriage.
Prompt: Bowler Hats (biglenny)
Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 0/10.
Summary: Stuart has a new hat.
Notes: Just a short fin little thing showing how good the relationship can be between Bertie and Stuart.
Word Count: 385.
Bertie shook his head as he watched his brother put on his new hat and adjust it whilst looking in the hall mirror. “I cannot believe that you decided to buy another bowler hat. It made you look like a gamekeeper when you were younger, and it makes you look like a clerk now.”
“Says the man wearing a brown felt topper,” replied Stuart as he straightened the hat on his head.
“My hat garners much admiration, I’ll have you know. At least, Sophia insulted it only the once, which is tantamount to gushing praise from her, and I will tell you for why.”
Stuart threw him an amused look. “Why is that then dear brother?”
Bertie put his index finger to the brim and ran it along the side, pushing it up and tilting the hat as he did so. “Because I wear it at a jaunty angle. Makes me look rakish, exciting and interesting. Most unlike if I wear to say, wear a bowler hat, level on my head.”
Stuart rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Whatever you say brother of mine.”
Bertie turned his head at the sound of a carriage coming to a halt outside. “The carriage is here. I will go out and greet it. Do not spend too long admiring your reflection, otherwise people will start to think you vain.”
Stuart shook his head again as Bertie left the house, before turning his attention back to his reflection. Perhaps Bertie had a point. This hat did make him look staid and dour and very much like an office clerk. It really did not reflect the person he was. He glanced towards the hall window where he could see his brother climbing into the carriage that was due to take them to the railway station. What was it that Bertie had done? He put his index finger to the brim on the side of the hat, and repeated the movement his elder brother had made. He ended up with the hat tilted at a rakish angle and he smiled. That looked much better. Yes, Bertie would rib him over taking his advice, but the man looking back at him from the looking glass was recognisably him now. Still smiling, he turned and made to join Bertie in the carriage.