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Learning the Steps. Goblin Emperor, Maia/Csethiro.
The original proposal—Csethiro did not know who had made it, whether her father or the Emperor or some nameless secretary—was for the wedding to take place on Nan'desazh, the spring lambing festival. This was the most auspicious date for a wedding in the whole year; unfortunately, it was also a mere three months after the contracts had been signed, and there was simply no way to arrange things in time. Csethiro was not often grateful to her stepmother, but she was in this; the Marquise Ceredaran had flatly refused to contemplate so early a date.
The Obloquy of Newness. Goblin Emperor, Vedero.
Vedero could barely see her hands as they worked.
What Abigail and Ione Did That January. Rivers of London, Abigail/Ione.
I am standing in Euston Station, and it's even worse of a madhouse than I expected it to be. But I'm so excited I'm not even bothered by the crush of tourists with roller bags who seem determined to run me over as they dash to catch their trains. Ione is coming, and though we've talked on the phone almost every day, it's been months since we said goodbye in Scotland.
A Summer in Devonshire. Pride and Prejudice/Sense and Sensibility, Charlotte/Colonel Brandon.
Sir William Lucas had never aspired to visit St. James' Court, nor indeed to become a knight; he had been content with his life as a respectable (and prosperous) tradesman. When such an opportunity had been granted him, all unexpectedly, he had been so overcome with all the honor of it that he had not been able to savor the pleasures thereof. Given his humble antecedents and employment, very few in that place took any notice of him, and those who did cared more to practice their superiority than form any connection. It was an experience more pleasurable in the telling, for he spent many congenial hours describing the grandeur of the court and its people to his acquaintances in Meryton, as he and Lady Lucas took their place as one of four-and-twenty families of good breeding in the neighborhood.
the wings of our frail souls. Peter Wimsey/Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Peter Wimsey & Phryne Fisher.
It was not, Phryne thought as she steered Josephine through the French countryside, that you could precisely call her job boring. There was a war on, and she was much nearer the front than she told her parents in her infrequent letters home. She was driving an ambulance between the French triage unit and the hospital, avoiding potholes as best she could. The men in the back of her bus moaned or swore at each one she hit. It was important work, one part in the chain that saved as many men as possible from the jaws of death. It was good work, and more meaningful than she'd thought it would be when she'd signed up for the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry, desperate for anything that would get her out of London.
It was only that she'd driven this route so often she could do it in her sleep. The only change was the appearance of more potholes and ruts.
Extra Time. Star Trek TNG, Riker/Ro.
"I wish I could give you better news, Will," Captain Picard said over the shuttle's comm system.
the bells are going to chime. My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle & Hugh Pickering.
Mrs. Higgins was showing Eliza how to arrange flowers. Eliza had always made nice bouquets, everyone said so, even the fine gentlemen and ladies she had sold them to, but the sorts (and amounts) of flowers in Mrs. Higgins' house were far beyond what got sold by the side of the road in Covent Garden. She'd told the Professor that she meant to teach phonetics, and she would certainly try, but she'd never taught anything before and it was always good to have a second string to her bow if it didn't work out.
that I could call my very own. Star Trek Enterprise, Trip/T'Pol.
"Ensign Sato, are there any remaining communications difficulties?"
A Winter's Visit. Goblin Emperor, Mireän & Idra.
Cousin Maia was very good with children, and very affectionate with them. More than that, he held very different views on the proper place of children than most others in the court. Thus it was that, unless the duties of the court required his presence in the early morning (which very seldom happened), he had breakfast with all the children in the Alcethmeret nursery old enough to reliably feed themselves without assistance.
When Ino had been seven, it had been wonderful. She had delighted in the attention, felt very grown-up, striven to be worthy of it, and the severest punishment her nursemaid Suler needed was a threat to keep her in the nursery of a morning instead of at the Emperor's breakfast table.
Now that Ino was nineteen, it was a very different matter.
Faithfulness and Fortune. Persuasion, Anne/Wentworth & Lady Elliot.
The marriage between Sir Walter and Lady Elliott had been, at the time of its consummation, a love match; to be sure, both were from ancient families of wealth and rank, and it was an entirely suitable connection in which both sides equally bestowed honor and fortune upon the other. But that suitability had merely encouraged the match, not created it. They had become acquainted at a series of balls, while visiting in the same neighborhood; both were young, she was a noted beauty and he was remarkably handsome. He was active, and she was accomplished. That, combined with the encouragement of all others concerned, was enough to bring them to the wedding breakfast in the full flush of infatuation of which young people are capable.
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