Encounter with St. George

[rabidsamfan]

Written for: mayhap in the Yuletide 2008 Challenge





She'd seen him at Oxford, of course, and even had spoken to him once, but he'd seemed like such an idiot compared to his uncle that she hadn't pursued the acquaintance. A Viscount could afford to scant the work, a future writer needed to do things right. But stuck here in the Underground, waiting for the air raid to be over, he seemed much different. It wasn't just the uniform, Hilary decided, when the all clear finally sounded and he invited her to join him for some coffee. He'd grown up somwhere along the way.

But the uniform didn't hurt.

Comments

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Absolutely neat. Bravo.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

I wish I could claim responsibility for throwing those two together, but it was the recipients idea, not mine!

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

But someone had to write it, yes?

[dreamflower]

I was always very fond of St. George--he was so unlike his parents. I do like this very much--I would guess that war had made him vulnerable, just as it had his uncle.

[jane-somebody.livejournal.com]

Oh, very nice ;-)