With the new season upon us, and fandom all extra-enthusiastic, I figured now would be a great time for this. Because there can never be enough Downton Abbey fic, and there certainly isn't enough now!
i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthewoltha_heriSeptember 26 2011, 21:40:52 UTC
First, THE CIVIL WARS! Second, awesomely appropriate line choice. Third, fic, sorry it is so short.
"Tell me not to go through with it."
He stands before her. And once upon a time she might've thought him a fitting petitioner for her but now it takes everything in her self control not to get on to her knees before him and hug his waist and never let him go again. But she can't tell him. She can't. It is the best thing for him, she wraps this belief around her to keep them both safe.
"Mary, please."
She cannot look him in the eye. "You are to be married in two days time. She is a good woman."
"I do not care if you would have me."
And she knows he must be desperate, must be half drunk and his heart as much hers as it ever was to be here at this time of night so close to his wedding. For all that he would separate himself from their aristocratic pride it runs through him as deeply as it does her; the only thing keeping tears from her eyes and promises of forever from her lips. She knows too that he will not leave until she looks at him and so she does, looks him straight in the eye, "You will marry Miss Swire."
And his looks change, from pleading to suddenly belligerent and shrewd, and she thinks now she understands why he was so praised during the war. And then he kisses her.
It is not the soft kisses of their earlier courtship. She knows he sees through her because he is claiming her with such certainty and like calls to like and she could no more easily stop her hand from pulling his body closer to her than she could stop the earth from turning.
And just as she thinks that if she has nearly gone so far with another man why should she not pull him back into her room at least for an evening he withdraw his lips. He looks at her, and the lightness in his eyes has turned dark and his hands are firm against her cheeks making sure she looks at him. "I will not be married. Whatever your answer, I will wait."
And then he leaves. Leaves her breathless and lost for anything to hold on but a slowly strengthening hope.
Re: i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthewoltha_heriSeptember 26 2011, 21:54:30 UTC
Thank you! I actually went back to edit that line to add the second clause so I am so glad I did! But god could I not have a send end. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THEIR ANGST ON THE SCREEN RIGHT NOW SO I WILL MAKE IT RIGHT GODDAMMIT! WHY ARE YOU GROWING INTO SUCH A SELFLESS MOCKERY OF A GROWN UP MARY!
Re: i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthewsnowfireSeptember 26 2011, 21:59:22 UTC
AKSLALSALSALA OH MY GOD THIS IS STUNNING AND PERFECTION.
For all that he would separate himself from their aristocratic pride it runs through him as deeply as it does her; the only thing keeping tears from her eyes and promises of forever from her lips
YESSS. This line in particular is utter perfection and so true to both of them.
Re: i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthewoltha_heriSeptember 26 2011, 22:09:59 UTC
I put all of my Civil Wars on while writing this and once I finished their cover of Disarm came on and I was like; OH MY GOD KIDS (both Mary/Matthew and The Civil Wars) STOP MAKING ME OBSESSIVE AND HEARTBROKEN AND IN LOVE. So yes, their similarities kill me and I'm glad I finally managed to write that down.
Re: i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthew8chelsea_girl26September 26 2011, 23:03:27 UTC
This is just beautiful! You made me cry like a baby! :( I cannot deal with their angst on screen and the thought here of Matthew getting so close to marrying Lavinia but knowing that he can't because of his love for Mary is just heartbreaking! The ending cheered me up somewhat though! :)
Re: i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back | mary/matthewespressolastSeptember 27 2011, 03:50:51 UTC
This is just pared down to everything it needs to be perfect, and neat, and so meaningful, and yes I am calling your fic a mini nutella cupcake so I'd better get off the internet. Brava.
"Tell me not to go through with it."
He stands before her. And once upon a time she might've thought him a fitting petitioner for her but now it takes everything in her self control not to get on to her knees before him and hug his waist and never let him go again. But she can't tell him. She can't. It is the best thing for him, she wraps this belief around her to keep them both safe.
"Mary, please."
She cannot look him in the eye. "You are to be married in two days time. She is a good woman."
"I do not care if you would have me."
And she knows he must be desperate, must be half drunk and his heart as much hers as it ever was to be here at this time of night so close to his wedding. For all that he would separate himself from their aristocratic pride it runs through him as deeply as it does her; the only thing keeping tears from her eyes and promises of forever from her lips. She knows too that he will not leave until she looks at him and so she does, looks him straight in the eye, "You will marry Miss Swire."
And his looks change, from pleading to suddenly belligerent and shrewd, and she thinks now she understands why he was so praised during the war. And then he kisses her.
It is not the soft kisses of their earlier courtship. She knows he sees through her because he is claiming her with such certainty and like calls to like and she could no more easily stop her hand from pulling his body closer to her than she could stop the earth from turning.
And just as she thinks that if she has nearly gone so far with another man why should she not pull him back into her room at least for an evening he withdraw his lips. He looks at her, and the lightness in his eyes has turned dark and his hands are firm against her cheeks making sure she looks at him. "I will not be married. Whatever your answer, I will wait."
And then he leaves. Leaves her breathless and lost for anything to hold on but a slowly strengthening hope.
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ajdfkl;ajdf;ldkasj;fldak, THIS IS GORGEOUS.
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For all that he would separate himself from their aristocratic pride it runs through him as deeply as it does her; the only thing keeping tears from her eyes and promises of forever from her lips
YESSS. This line in particular is utter perfection and so true to both of them.
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And thank you, I'm glad you liked it. :)
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omg I just- ALL THE FEEEEELINGS. I loooved this! Well done. :)
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I cannot deal with their angst on screen and the thought here of Matthew getting so close to marrying Lavinia but knowing that he can't because of his love for Mary is just heartbreaking!
The ending cheered me up somewhat though! :)
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