EEEEEEE!!!! A treat for me? A treat for ME? What an unexpected delight! And what a delight it is! Ah--I love these girls, and it's so nice to see them in the flesh. Thank you, kind and generous mystery-artist, for so lovingly rendering these two.
I love Jane's utterly besotted expression--exactly on the money, there. If a person could really be said to have 'heart eyes' it's Jane Watson looking at Shirley Holmes. And Shirley! She's really rather beautiful, isn't she? I confess when I wrote that Caesar bit, I wasn't exactly sure how that all fit into a Victorian lady, and I didn't really have a clear mental image of her, but here she is, for certain. Very easy to see how Jane would commit herself to that noble visage! I adore the background work you did here. Like elegant wallpaper. Thank you again!
And as a treat for you, for choosing one of my favorite fics, here is a bit from a future chapter (coming someday!) that I don't believe I've ever shared before:
“Stop it!” I cried, “I’m ordered about all day by doctors and patients alike; don’t you start too. I won’t stand for it!”
The words had hardly escaped my lips before hers were pressed against them. She kissed me, hard and sure. When she pulled away from me, the kiss lingered there for a moment, as if etched. I blinked at Shirley, my mind trapped somewhere between anger and affection.
“What was that for?”
“An apology. You’re right; I don’t deserve to give you orders.”
“An apology?”
“Well, a selfish one."
She smiled at me, and once again I felt a shiver run along my spine, but now I could at last give it a name.
“Well, Jane, what say you? Will you plunge with me into unknown dangers?”
“Give me that,” I said, seizing the rifle by way of answering. “You’ve loaded it wrong.”
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I love Jane's utterly besotted expression--exactly on the money, there. If a person could really be said to have 'heart eyes' it's Jane Watson looking at Shirley Holmes. And Shirley! She's really rather beautiful, isn't she? I confess when I wrote that Caesar bit, I wasn't exactly sure how that all fit into a Victorian lady, and I didn't really have a clear mental image of her, but here she is, for certain. Very easy to see how Jane would commit herself to that noble visage! I adore the background work you did here. Like elegant wallpaper. Thank you again!
And as a treat for you, for choosing one of my favorite fics, here is a bit from a future chapter (coming someday!) that I don't believe I've ever shared before:
“Stop it!” I cried, “I’m ordered about all day by doctors and patients alike; don’t you start too. I won’t stand for it!”
The words had hardly escaped my lips before hers were pressed against them. She kissed me, hard and sure. When she pulled away from me, the kiss lingered there for a moment, as if etched. I blinked at Shirley, my mind trapped somewhere between anger and affection.
“What was that for?”
“An apology. You’re right; I don’t deserve to give you orders.”
“An apology?”
“Well, a selfish one."
She smiled at me, and once again I felt a shiver run along my spine, but now I could at last
give it a name.
“Well, Jane, what say you? Will you plunge with me into unknown dangers?”
“Give me that,” I said, seizing the rifle by way of answering. “You’ve loaded it wrong.”