YAY PODFICS. It is always exciting when something is podficced or translated or what have you!
And and, a ficlet, for The Lost Prince, obvs., because clearly we should make this a proper fandom:
The Rat loved Marco.
Everyone knew that, especially Marco. Devotion was an excellent quality in an aide-de-camp.
But the Rat was also in love with Marco, and he sometimes suspected that everyone but Marco knew that. It had to be obvious: it had been obvious to the Rat, at least, since last year’s celebration of the restoration of the Loristans to the throne of Samavia
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RAT. LUSTING. MARCO'S SPLENDID CHEST. JEALOUSY AND ENVY. THIS IS THE GREATEST. I am just trying to knock out a quick bit of Charioteer fic, but I will be back to write some Marco/Rat for yooooooou. :D:D:D:D
Dear Colin and Dickon she starts. Then she scribbles it out furiously. At least the last three attempts had managed to make it past the salutation. Even if they had then been consigned to the flames. It just sounds so--so formal, though. It feels wrong, to be writing to Colin and Dickon in the same format as the form letters in her etiquette book.
Mary has wasted enough paper, though. Colin and Dickon know she ca be a bit of a mess. They won't hold it against her, she doesn't think. And if they do, she has plenty on them, they ought to know well enough to keep their mouths shut. On the line just below the scribbled out salutation, she tries, my dear boys but then instantly scratches that one out as well. Far too cloying, who does she think she's trying to fool
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Mary kisses Dickon when she's thirteen and Dickon's fifteen. Colin doesn't even enter her mind, then - he's unkissable, still a child, while Dickon is growing taller and stronger and ruddier. Dickon laughs when she does it, when she leans over in the garden as they crouch at their weeding and presses her lips clumsily to his, and says, "Ah, lass, tha've grown bonny while I weren't watching." He puts one earth-stained hand against her arm to steady her, and draws her in again, his wide mouth smiling against hers
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And and, a ficlet, for The Lost Prince, obvs., because clearly we should make this a proper fandom:
The Rat loved Marco.
Everyone knew that, especially Marco. Devotion was an excellent quality in an aide-de-camp.
But the Rat was also in love with Marco, and he sometimes suspected that everyone but Marco knew that. It had to be obvious: it had been obvious to the Rat, at least, since last year’s celebration of the restoration of the Loristans to the throne of Samavia ( ... )
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!!!!!!!
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RAT. LUSTING. MARCO'S SPLENDID CHEST. JEALOUSY AND ENVY. THIS IS THE GREATEST. I am just trying to knock out a quick bit of Charioteer fic, but I will be back to write some Marco/Rat for yooooooou. :D:D:D:D
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Mary has wasted enough paper, though. Colin and Dickon know she ca be a bit of a mess. They won't hold it against her, she doesn't think. And if they do, she has plenty on them, they ought to know well enough to keep their mouths shut. On the line just below the scribbled out salutation, she tries, my dear boys but then instantly scratches that one out as well. Far too cloying, who does she think she's trying to fool ( ... )
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This is FUCKING PERFECT. Oh God. THE MOST AMAZING.
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