Downton Abbey Drabbles - Non-M/M
Nothing new here, just an attempt to organize all my drabbles in one place. These were all written for the drabble challenge over at the Downton Abbey Forums. I think they are all 100 words...
Prompt: Thomas, "clocks"
Thomas doesn’t believe in hell.
No, that’s not quite right. Rather, Thomas just doesn’t see why he should bother with a religion that condemns him to hell simply for an attraction he cannot resist. But despite his best attempts at bravado, he cannot shake the sense he’s racing towards his doom, picturing a clock counting down to his personal judgment day.
Thomas’s father was a clockmaker and while his only child never wanted to follow in his footsteps, that son finds a certain comfort in tinkering with the clocks he can control as he thinks about the one he cannot.
Prompt: Sybil, lords vs chauffeurs
They came to accept him eventually, but her family still considers him a compromise, a living reminder the world is changing. She’s never so biased; to her, he was always just him.
He’s the third man she ever loved. The first broadened her mind, gave her ideals, but was a bridge too far. The second, her mother’s choice, a sweet but typical aristocrat, moorings to the past.
She never thought she’d marry her cousin, but when he asked her, well, perhaps this is what they mean by fate. He is now her compromise - and her bridge to the future.
Prompt: Old Mr. Molesley, herb garden
If there was one thing he really disliked about the Dowager Countess, old Mr. Molesley reflected, it wasn’t that she always won the flower show, as everyone believed. The real reason was that she alone defied the dictates of age, growing ever bolder, more forceful and infinitely more insufferable even as everyone else grew creakier and more useless and had to rely on their sons for help in the garden.
He was tearing up the herb garden today. Nothing had tasted right for years, since his wife’s death, since he’d aged, so why still bother with an herb garden anyway?
Prompt: Thomas, "clocks"
Thomas doesn’t believe in hell.
No, that’s not quite right. Rather, Thomas just doesn’t see why he should bother with a religion that condemns him to hell simply for an attraction he cannot resist. But despite his best attempts at bravado, he cannot shake the sense he’s racing towards his doom, picturing a clock counting down to his personal judgment day.
Thomas’s father was a clockmaker and while his only child never wanted to follow in his footsteps, that son finds a certain comfort in tinkering with the clocks he can control as he thinks about the one he cannot.
Prompt: Sybil, lords vs chauffeurs
They came to accept him eventually, but her family still considers him a compromise, a living reminder the world is changing. She’s never so biased; to her, he was always just him.
He’s the third man she ever loved. The first broadened her mind, gave her ideals, but was a bridge too far. The second, her mother’s choice, a sweet but typical aristocrat, moorings to the past.
She never thought she’d marry her cousin, but when he asked her, well, perhaps this is what they mean by fate. He is now her compromise - and her bridge to the future.
Prompt: Old Mr. Molesley, herb garden
If there was one thing he really disliked about the Dowager Countess, old Mr. Molesley reflected, it wasn’t that she always won the flower show, as everyone believed. The real reason was that she alone defied the dictates of age, growing ever bolder, more forceful and infinitely more insufferable even as everyone else grew creakier and more useless and had to rely on their sons for help in the garden.
He was tearing up the herb garden today. Nothing had tasted right for years, since his wife’s death, since he’d aged, so why still bother with an herb garden anyway?