Happy Yuletide Day, y'all! I have made a rule that I am not allowed to start working through the archive until I a) get through family Christmas, and b) turn in my grades, but I should finish my grading tonight or tomorrow, and then it will be all yuletide -- and spending time with friends and family, and a travel day, and cuddling
epershand forever -- all the time. I can't wait!
I did read my own story, however:
Arabesque. These Old Shades - Georgette Heyer. This is an excellent look at how poor Hugh Davenant copes (or does not really cope) with Justin Alastair's totally skeevy relationship with his new page -- especially when Davenant is already a little tragically in love with Avon himself. (Oh, Justin Alastair, what the fuck.) I am pretty sure this is basically canon (although I sort of like to hope that eventually there are threesomes), and I am thrilled that my yuletide writer wrote it for me! Thank you so much, yuletide writer! The satisfaction of a moment for a lifetime of regret was more in Avon's line than his.
I would offer you guys some kind of present for guessing the yuletide story that I wrote, except it is so very, very obvious. I'm looking forward to talking about it after the reveal, however!
Happy Yuletide, and whatever other holidays you may be celebrating today! ♥
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