the opposite of jossed
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I'm partway through Colditz 2x02, and I'm amused to discover that George Brent and Dick Player, the two characters I paired in my ficlet for no better reason than that I like them both and they're pretty together, volunteer to hide together in a small space, possibly for weeks. And there is, I swear, a bit of dialogue that goes exactly like this:
Player: It's so cold!
Brent: If only there were something we could do.
Ahem. I have suggestions, boys, if you're really at a loss.
And they've just asked their comrades for a blanket. One blanket. Perhaps they don't need suggestions after all. (I doubt Dick Player does, anyway, and really I have to love a fandom with a character--a rather beautiful young man--named Dick Player.)
Probably something depressing will happen by the end. It usually does on this show. But damn, this is truly an occasion where the fic writes itself.
Player: It's so cold!
Brent: If only there were something we could do.
Ahem. I have suggestions, boys, if you're really at a loss.
And they've just asked their comrades for a blanket. One blanket. Perhaps they don't need suggestions after all. (I doubt Dick Player does, anyway, and really I have to love a fandom with a character--a rather beautiful young man--named Dick Player.)
Probably something depressing will happen by the end. It usually does on this show. But damn, this is truly an occasion where the fic writes itself.
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Date: 2011-06-14 06:29 pm (UTC)