Cottageverse
Title: Error in Judgement
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) ‘Cottageverse’ drabble
All installments are linked from this first fic.
Charles watched as Elsie drew a letter from her pocket. He presumed it was the one from her sister.
His greatest fear was that after Morag’s visit, Elsie would return to Lancashire with her.
He decided to lead the conversation away from the letter and into more neutral territory. He talked about the crisp chill in the newly-arrived autumn air; the floral scent still hovering, however; and his intent to build a bird bath.
Elsie’s replies were a series of short hums.
He frowned worriedly; although he had to concede that he and Elsie having a stilted conversation was not an uncommon scenario of late. He’d have to be rather dispassionate not to notice the recent shift in their relationship.
He often wished they could return to how they acted around each other before, or in the very early days of, their marriage, but he realised that was near impossible.
Whereas he had never been so happy with his life, evidently, she was not so.
At the very least she was bored with his company. He would often observe her staring out the window, her need to escape the confines of their union quite apparent. Some nights, after their supper, she was not even content to read or sew. Instead she would fidget and shuffle in her seat until she bid him goodnight, rushing away to her small bedroom.
Quite often he tuned in the radio Lord Grantham had gifted him last birthday, just to stop himself from falling to his knees and begging her to tell him what he could do differently.
Once he’d heard Beryl Patmore mentioning the woman’s change, and he’d naively hoped that this could be Elsie’s problem.
On the other hand, he knew exactly what his problem was: he’d fallen in love with his wife.
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Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) ‘Cottageverse’ drabble
All installments are linked from this first fic.
Charles watched as Elsie drew a letter from her pocket. He presumed it was the one from her sister.
His greatest fear was that after Morag’s visit, Elsie would return to Lancashire with her.
He decided to lead the conversation away from the letter and into more neutral territory. He talked about the crisp chill in the newly-arrived autumn air; the floral scent still hovering, however; and his intent to build a bird bath.
Elsie’s replies were a series of short hums.
He frowned worriedly; although he had to concede that he and Elsie having a stilted conversation was not an uncommon scenario of late. He’d have to be rather dispassionate not to notice the recent shift in their relationship.
He often wished they could return to how they acted around each other before, or in the very early days of, their marriage, but he realised that was near impossible.
Whereas he had never been so happy with his life, evidently, she was not so.
At the very least she was bored with his company. He would often observe her staring out the window, her need to escape the confines of their union quite apparent. Some nights, after their supper, she was not even content to read or sew. Instead she would fidget and shuffle in her seat until she bid him goodnight, rushing away to her small bedroom.
Quite often he tuned in the radio Lord Grantham had gifted him last birthday, just to stop himself from falling to his knees and begging her to tell him what he could do differently.
Once he’d heard Beryl Patmore mentioning the woman’s change, and he’d naively hoped that this could be Elsie’s problem.
On the other hand, he knew exactly what his problem was: he’d fallen in love with his wife.
Link to the next part