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This is an experiment, but I will see it through with a new chapter everyday until all 12 parts are posted.

Pairing: Cecily/William (Spike)/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13 for some snits and I'm not sure...
Summary: Ever wonder what made Cecily leave her Victorian life to become Halfrek? Heh heh heh...

1880, December the Thirteenth
Mother and I have been quite concerned about the strange goings-on at the Haugh residence. Ever since William disappeared for a fortnight, strange doings have been told by the servants. Not that I listen to such gossip, but when one hears of a fine, upstanding lady such as Mistress Haugh... Well, better not to speak of such things. What mother wouldn't become adle-brained with such a wretch for a son? To think he deigned to love ME... It isn't to be borne.

However, I do find it odd to see movement in the windows at such a small hour of the night, yet no servants coming in and out during the day. No matter.

Tonight is a Grand Ball at the Worthingham Estate. I shall wear my lavender crinoline and carry the new clutch Father brought back from his travels. I expect to make quite a splash.

1880, December the Fourteenth
It was lovely to see everyone dressed so fine last night. My card was full all evening, and I dare say that Roger Worthingham and I would make a charming couple. It was all Mother could talk about on our ride home. I was the only girl in lavender, and with my complexion, there aren't many who could wear such a delicate colour. I am certain to be remembered for it.

Mother is calling me to the foyer. Someone has sent a gift. Can I imagine who has sent something this close to Christmas? Oh, do I dare?


That he would... the unmittigated gall of him. Common sense and propriety dictate that one does not purchase a gift for someone richer than he. What would be the point? That Mr. William Haugh sent a gift as if he had the right... And how droll. A partridge perched in a fruit tree as the song calls it. I could die of shame. I had mother roundly send it back, unsigned. Oh, I hope no one has heard of this... I shall not be made a laughingstock.


So? Anyone else care about this? I'll more later. Bet you a million dollars that you'll never guess the next gift. That is a complete lie.

BTW: According to Victorian times, it was considered ridiculous to try and give someone with more money than you a present. In a way, if someone bought you a gift, they were obviously indicating their superior wealth to yours. Merry Christmas! (I read a few Harper's Bazaar articles from 1880s today...)


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Dec. 7th, 2004 03:41 pm (UTC)
I'm interested. Post more for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

(Is that enough "e"s you think?)

Will the next gift be a puppy? That's what I think!
Dec. 7th, 2004 03:59 pm (UTC)
It IS a puppy! how did you do that? I have the first 5 parts done, I'll put more up later on, promise.

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Dec. 7th, 2004 04:25 pm (UTC)
And a touque!! I-i-in a tree... Har har!! My mom always did the drink version (what a stretch) and on 9, sang out (a la Authur) 9... 9... *hic* 9 eyes have seen the coming of the Glory of the Lord..."

Good times.

I have almost half of it written... will put more up. Is it cheesy to put up a chapter a day?
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Dec. 7th, 2004 04:44 pm (UTC)
Next Christmas, he should get her a chainsaw. Except they didn't even have chainsaws then.
Dec. 7th, 2004 04:46 pm (UTC)
Mr. Burns would call it a "cut-a-malotor."
Dec. 7th, 2004 04:32 pm (UTC)
Ooooo, ooooo! Mr. Kottah!

That's me, doing my Arnold Horshack impression to let you know that I want more, too! And is the dress a clue? I love clues. Now you've got me trying to figure out how much Cecily knows, since lavender was considered "half-mourning" in Victorian times. (After a year of unrelieved black when someone close to you died, you could then begin to wear gray or lavender for the next year.) Is her choice of gown a hint that William was closer toher than she wanted to let on . . . or am I totally off base? (I knew my addiction to British mysteries would get me into trouble sooner or later!)
Dec. 7th, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
No, no. No clues. I'm not clever enough for that. I was making a joke as everyone in Western Civilization should see where this is headed. I didn't know that about lavender. I had always believed it to be a color of girlhood. Shows what I know. I thought I remembered Cecily wearing a lavender dress when she tells William (in a horrified tone) that he is beneath her.

All of the Victorian Ways to Spend and Celebrate Christmas are facutal, however.

There will be more...
Dec. 7th, 2004 04:42 pm (UTC)
Very cool idea. I like Cecily/Halfrek fics. Can't wait to see how this plays out.

Those Victorians sure knew the meaning of Christmas. Not! Those magazine articles must be fascinating.

Dec. 7th, 2004 04:45 pm (UTC)
i KNOW!! I read that, and the rules for what is proper for men, women and children, and thought, "those Victorians knew how to par-TAY!!"

And how happy is the idea that if someone bought you a gift, it was a veiled insult?

There is more coming, and thanks for playing along....
Dec. 7th, 2004 05:01 pm (UTC)
Ooooh...I likes! I always wanted more Halfrek backstory! Shall I flutter my eyelashes again to get you to continue? *batts eyelashes* *g*
Dec. 7th, 2004 05:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, I am almost done with the whole fic, so I can post it bit by bit as I start my holiday cooking.

I'm glad you're liking it! It's cracking me up over here...
Dec. 7th, 2004 06:56 pm (UTC)
It's almost all done!? Oooh! I'm all excited to read it! Hooray!

And speaking of holiday cooking...guess what I did today? Something of a chocolatey nature...*eg*
Dec. 7th, 2004 05:21 pm (UTC)
Stoney, I do believe you have read my mind. I was going to post that I wanted someone to rec me fics that did the Cecily/Halfrek exposition thing and now I don't need it! I love you, love you, love you like whoa.

I love the Victorian voice and Cecily's hautiness.
Dec. 7th, 2004 05:59 pm (UTC)
Serious? I haven't seen any Halfrek fics (but then, I wasn't really looking much) so this just popped into my head.

I will say this: some people are having a lot of fun at someone else's expense, and one of those people is a surprise.

Cecily is REALLY not going to see the forest because of all them damn trees. 10Q
Dec. 7th, 2004 06:41 pm (UTC)
OMG, you rock!


I have a feeling she will be sorry she was mean to Mr. Haugh.

but I thought Angel was the puppy nailer?? :)

Dec. 8th, 2004 10:36 am (UTC)
<-- 'tis a hint
Keep reading... (And to stay in my Cecily mindset, Angelus was the puppy nailer, Angel saved puppies.)

Wanna know a secret about the name Haugh?
Dec. 7th, 2004 09:56 pm (UTC)
I will also hop on ye olde Cecily/Halfrek backstory wagon. I want MORE! Those bastards never explained the how and why of Cecily and Spike. Explain! Be my canon!

Also...(I read a few Harper's Bazaar articles from 1880s today...) Teehee. You're adorable!
Dec. 8th, 2004 10:37 am (UTC)
Adorable? I like that... Yes, Precious, we shall be Smeagol no more...

More is up! And more later, also!
Dec. 8th, 2004 08:38 am (UTC)
Love the first chapter, is it going to stay PG13? Just thinking about what a naughty girl you are... ;)

Dec. 8th, 2004 10:38 am (UTC)
I'm keeping with the times, so I'm staying good. It's Cecily's journal after all... The rating is strictly for mahem and violence.

10Q for playing with me!!
Dec. 8th, 2004 01:21 pm (UTC)
oh, but who knows what was going on under those heaving corseted bosoms in those days? ;) did you know that the age of consent in the victorian times was the tender age of 12? :0

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Dec. 8th, 2004 10:40 am (UTC)
Isn't that so deliciously snooty?? I read up on many guides to how to buy girfts for gentlemen you are interested in, are married to, related to, etc. And vice versa for buying for the ladies. And children. Love it.

The most popular way for a woman to gift a :gift" to a potential suitor is through flowers. I have a list of all of the flower meanings, and entire letters would be composed through a boquet you would send. Isn't that awesome? Or is that the geeky gardener in me?
Dec. 8th, 2004 02:27 pm (UTC)
Oh this is gorgeous. Not miles and miles long. Tasty enough to be eaten in one bite, but deliciously filling anyway.

Couldn't resist looking at the comment above. I'm fascinated by the language of flowers - I've always wanted to do a fic where the main communication/flirting was through flowers - but I've held back thinking that it's probably too esoteric.

I'm seeing a yellow boquet here - tulips, carnations and chrysanthemums.
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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