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stonepicnicking_okapiIt's the ides of March! Beware!
Time to remember Raffles & Bunny. Angst!
Title: Ides of March
Fandom: Raffles
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: During the Hiatus, Bunny & Raffles are thinking of each other.
Bunny wasn’t certain why he even asked the guard. It wasn’t as if it mattered what day it was. But the answer startled him, nonetheless.
“Fifteenth of March, mate,” said the man who was not Bunny’s mate in any sense of the word.
The fifteenth of March.
It was the Ides.
Beware of the ides.
Yes, perhaps, Bunny ought to have heeded that truth. He might not be in prison if he had.
But…
But…he might be dead, either by his own hand or that of a creditor. Instead, he was just buried alive here, forgotten but not gone.
Raffles.
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Raffles hadn’t looked at a newspaper in a fortnight. He hadn’t shaved in that time, either. But he did that morning. He shaved and dressed and put on a hat and took up a walking stick and tottered down to the square. He was a man whose outwardly wizen appearance aligned with the tired, life-worn nature of his soul but not with his actual calendar age. He looked, and felt, much older than he was.
He folded the newspaper and put it under his arm but not before he caught sight of the date.
Ides.
God, he missed him.
Bunny.
Time to remember Raffles & Bunny. Angst!
Title: Ides of March
Fandom: Raffles
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: During the Hiatus, Bunny & Raffles are thinking of each other.
Bunny wasn’t certain why he even asked the guard. It wasn’t as if it mattered what day it was. But the answer startled him, nonetheless.
“Fifteenth of March, mate,” said the man who was not Bunny’s mate in any sense of the word.
The fifteenth of March.
It was the Ides.
Beware of the ides.
Yes, perhaps, Bunny ought to have heeded that truth. He might not be in prison if he had.
But…
But…he might be dead, either by his own hand or that of a creditor. Instead, he was just buried alive here, forgotten but not gone.
Raffles.
---
Raffles hadn’t looked at a newspaper in a fortnight. He hadn’t shaved in that time, either. But he did that morning. He shaved and dressed and put on a hat and took up a walking stick and tottered down to the square. He was a man whose outwardly wizen appearance aligned with the tired, life-worn nature of his soul but not with his actual calendar age. He looked, and felt, much older than he was.
He folded the newspaper and put it under his arm but not before he caught sight of the date.
Ides.
God, he missed him.
Bunny.
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Date: 2025-03-15 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2025-03-16 07:50 am (UTC)Oof. Heart-wrenching. <3
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Date: 2025-03-16 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-21 07:43 pm (UTC)I also wonder that! I'd also call it the Hiatus :D (copying from the Holmesian Hiatus, of course!) But I haven't been in Raffles fandom enough to know if there's a more commonly used phrase.