The Paper Officer.
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randomalia's idea*
Once upon a time, there was a tin soldier who was a fine example of his kind. He had a broad, strong chest and a well-molded face, and he got along splendidly with the other soldiers in the set.
He got on best, though, with a paper figure from the shelf above. They had met during the Battle of the Ottoman, begun their friendship through the Siege Around the Bureau, and become firm friends during the campaign of It's a Rainy Day, and Nurse Won't Let Me Into the Garden, So Whatever Shall I Do. Despite their differing physiques and natures, they were of quite the same mind when it came to important things. The tin soldier would have followed the paper figure all the way down the banister and back; in fact, they were even more loyal to each other even after they were stranded in the downstairs parlor together, and the tin soldier lost one of his legs due to a bit of bad luck with the second maid snapping it off when she stepped on him while dusting and thinking about her next Sunday off.
All things must come to an end, though: one day, the boy who owned them both lost interest in soldiering. The future lay in science, instead. He decided that he wanted to see what the inside of a tin soldier looked like, so he put his box of soldiers in the hearth. They went in one after the other, with rapidity, and the puddle they made trembled and danced. The one-legged tin solider was almost the last one in, and oh! It was bright, and it was hot.
For the tin soldier, it was over blessedly quick, but the paper figure watched from a high shelf and wept. It was the end of an age, but he would not go into the fire. He could be dressed in many suits of clothes besides that of an officer.
He could be made to play many different roles, whereas a tin soldier was made of the same thing through and through.
randomalia's idea*Once upon a time, there was a tin soldier who was a fine example of his kind. He had a broad, strong chest and a well-molded face, and he got along splendidly with the other soldiers in the set.
He got on best, though, with a paper figure from the shelf above. They had met during the Battle of the Ottoman, begun their friendship through the Siege Around the Bureau, and become firm friends during the campaign of It's a Rainy Day, and Nurse Won't Let Me Into the Garden, So Whatever Shall I Do. Despite their differing physiques and natures, they were of quite the same mind when it came to important things. The tin soldier would have followed the paper figure all the way down the banister and back; in fact, they were even more loyal to each other even after they were stranded in the downstairs parlor together, and the tin soldier lost one of his legs due to a bit of bad luck with the second maid snapping it off when she stepped on him while dusting and thinking about her next Sunday off.
All things must come to an end, though: one day, the boy who owned them both lost interest in soldiering. The future lay in science, instead. He decided that he wanted to see what the inside of a tin soldier looked like, so he put his box of soldiers in the hearth. They went in one after the other, with rapidity, and the puddle they made trembled and danced. The one-legged tin solider was almost the last one in, and oh! It was bright, and it was hot.
For the tin soldier, it was over blessedly quick, but the paper figure watched from a high shelf and wept. It was the end of an age, but he would not go into the fire. He could be dressed in many suits of clothes besides that of an officer.
He could be made to play many different roles, whereas a tin soldier was made of the same thing through and through.
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Date: 2007-05-01 02:22 am (UTC)Made of the same thing through and through: yes, that, exactly.
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Date: 2007-05-05 05:37 pm (UTC)(There's actually other Napoleon/Wellington at Slash Cotillion, but it's NC-17 and I didn't like it.)
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Date: 2007-05-21 11:31 pm (UTC)Every single line, woman. So gorgeous. I want to steal 'all the way down the banister and back' for my journal title, can I can I?
This is one for my phone.
now that i've seen the phone of greatness, i am even more honored.
Date: 2007-05-22 03:36 pm (UTC)I still want to see you do the Princess and the Pea story. It'd just be perfect.
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