An Ever-Fixèd Mark
Title: An Ever-Fixèd Mark
Rating: PG
Word count: 225 words
Characters/Pairings: Much, Eve; Eve/Much
Prompt: Eve/Much; old and gray
Summary: Whatever has befallen him over the course of his years, Much has been lucky.
Notes: Title taken from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116.
Whatever has befallen him over the course of his years, Much has been lucky. After months of searching in every town and village from Exeter to Edinburgh it is only by chance that he ends up lost in a thunderstorm and having to shelter in a barn one night. When she comes in the next morning to fetch the milk pails he thinks he must be dreaming.
The loud crash as she drops one of them, and the feel of her in her arms as she launches herself at him assures him he is not.
The kisses they share confirms it.
He thinks himself lucky that she even considers his proposal later that day, let alone that she accepts it. He thinks himself lucky as they share their first night together as husband and wife, and when he sees her cradling the first of their children.
He certainly has had his fair share of luck, he muses, as he watches her sitting in the fireside rocking, their youngest grandchild fast asleep in her arms. There have been hardships and tempests that threatened to tip the balance of their good fortune, but they’ve weathered through together, and remained strong. Taking her frail withered hand in his own and bending down to press a kiss to her grey hair, he knows it has all been worth it.
Rating: PG
Word count: 225 words
Characters/Pairings: Much, Eve; Eve/Much
Prompt: Eve/Much; old and gray
Summary: Whatever has befallen him over the course of his years, Much has been lucky.
Notes: Title taken from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116.
Whatever has befallen him over the course of his years, Much has been lucky. After months of searching in every town and village from Exeter to Edinburgh it is only by chance that he ends up lost in a thunderstorm and having to shelter in a barn one night. When she comes in the next morning to fetch the milk pails he thinks he must be dreaming.
The loud crash as she drops one of them, and the feel of her in her arms as she launches herself at him assures him he is not.
The kisses they share confirms it.
He thinks himself lucky that she even considers his proposal later that day, let alone that she accepts it. He thinks himself lucky as they share their first night together as husband and wife, and when he sees her cradling the first of their children.
He certainly has had his fair share of luck, he muses, as he watches her sitting in the fireside rocking, their youngest grandchild fast asleep in her arms. There have been hardships and tempests that threatened to tip the balance of their good fortune, but they’ve weathered through together, and remained strong. Taking her frail withered hand in his own and bending down to press a kiss to her grey hair, he knows it has all been worth it.