The weekend's almost here! Time for Cottageverse!
Title: Almost Home
Rating: T
Carson/Hughes Cottageverse
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By mid-afternoon, Elise was done. She and Charles were now sharing a bedroom.
Her hat boxes were neatly stacked on top of the wardrobe. Her hairbrush, clips and meagre amount of jewellery jostled for position with a man’s comb and a straight razor on the dresser. The few sentimental trinkets she’d collected over the years cluttered up a small table sitting under the window. A crocheted rug, one patterned with lilac and yellow hues, now covered the bed. She’d even taken the time to nail some feminine pictures onto the wall.
She wondered how Charles would view all the changes.
From the day they’d moved in, he’d taken charge of the garden and exterior of the cottage, leaving her to add any touches she wanted inside. A chore she’d relished. It was exhilarating; not having to check with anyone when she made any decorating decisions.
And she was secretly thrilled with the results. Their small cottage might not have a grand ballroom or staircase, but she’d turned it into a home.
Her first ever home, she realised now. Previously, she’d lived in houses -- not the same thing at all.
But was it their home?
She admitted she’d neglected this particular room all along. Every time she’d entered the room, she’d been distracted by the sheer size of its bed.
The huge double mattress was almost three times larger than the tiny cot she’d been sleeping on since she’d returned to Downton fifteen years ago. Realistically, she and Charles should be able to comfortably sleep together without any part of them touching.
She shook her head with irritation and stepped across to the window. She drew back the curtain and searched the garden for Charles.
A small scream fell from her lips when she located him, lying motionless on the ground.
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Rating: T
Carson/Hughes Cottageverse
Click here to read from the beginning
By mid-afternoon, Elise was done. She and Charles were now sharing a bedroom.
Her hat boxes were neatly stacked on top of the wardrobe. Her hairbrush, clips and meagre amount of jewellery jostled for position with a man’s comb and a straight razor on the dresser. The few sentimental trinkets she’d collected over the years cluttered up a small table sitting under the window. A crocheted rug, one patterned with lilac and yellow hues, now covered the bed. She’d even taken the time to nail some feminine pictures onto the wall.
She wondered how Charles would view all the changes.
From the day they’d moved in, he’d taken charge of the garden and exterior of the cottage, leaving her to add any touches she wanted inside. A chore she’d relished. It was exhilarating; not having to check with anyone when she made any decorating decisions.
And she was secretly thrilled with the results. Their small cottage might not have a grand ballroom or staircase, but she’d turned it into a home.
Her first ever home, she realised now. Previously, she’d lived in houses -- not the same thing at all.
But was it their home?
She admitted she’d neglected this particular room all along. Every time she’d entered the room, she’d been distracted by the sheer size of its bed.
The huge double mattress was almost three times larger than the tiny cot she’d been sleeping on since she’d returned to Downton fifteen years ago. Realistically, she and Charles should be able to comfortably sleep together without any part of them touching.
She shook her head with irritation and stepped across to the window. She drew back the curtain and searched the garden for Charles.
A small scream fell from her lips when she located him, lying motionless on the ground.
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