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One from the archives...
Jul. 31st, 2024 12:54 pmWell, I can't say that this was on my bingo card for First Fics To Post After Crashing Back Into Biggles Fandom, but here we are :S Typed up from a very elderly notebook, I'd guess from about - 2012? Perhaps? I was very into Bertie + Gimlet interaction at that point, and wrote a few short and largely plotless bits and pieces which never got posted anywhere. I think I probably read 'David Blaize' and 'The Hill' at around the same time, and felt the need for some unnecessary public school fic. This is what happened.
Gen; Lorrington 'Gimlet' King and the Hon. Lord Bertie Lissie - a sort of 'how the band got together' fic. Public school setting, with (comparatively) mild levels of early-20th-century-public-school-appropriate bullying, and some mild violence. No beta, we die like Young Georgians. In which Gimlet and Bertie are thoroughly miserable, because that's literary public school in the early 20th century for you. Cross-posted to AO3 here, in case anyone prefers to do their reading there. 5000-ish words.
"You’ll never achieve anything if you continue to put all your energy into playing the fool. It may earn you the admiration of certain of the boys, and you may think that is enough. But one day you’ll find it’s too late to stop playing, and a fool is all you’ll ever be. You are in danger of becoming a caricature of yourself. Do you understand?”
The light blue eyes blinked at him again. “Oh – rather, sir. Absolutely.”
( Burning Bridges )
Gen; Lorrington 'Gimlet' King and the Hon. Lord Bertie Lissie - a sort of 'how the band got together' fic. Public school setting, with (comparatively) mild levels of early-20th-century-public-school-appropriate bullying, and some mild violence. No beta, we die like Young Georgians. In which Gimlet and Bertie are thoroughly miserable, because that's literary public school in the early 20th century for you. Cross-posted to AO3 here, in case anyone prefers to do their reading there. 5000-ish words.
"You’ll never achieve anything if you continue to put all your energy into playing the fool. It may earn you the admiration of certain of the boys, and you may think that is enough. But one day you’ll find it’s too late to stop playing, and a fool is all you’ll ever be. You are in danger of becoming a caricature of yourself. Do you understand?”
The light blue eyes blinked at him again. “Oh – rather, sir. Absolutely.”
( Burning Bridges )
