Downton Abbey Comment Ficathon
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!
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As Lavinia sobbed into her arms, Mary held her gently knowing that this is what Matthew would've wanted. For her to at least be there for her. Even if all she wanted to do was lock herself up in her room and cry endlessly. She had remembered the countless times that she had told Lavina he would be, "just fine." And all those times kneeling next to her bed and praying over his picture, practically begging for his safe return.
Mary was just on her way to head outside for a walk when she had run into her father and received the tragic news. Her father looked at her face, trying to figure out what was going on in his daughters mind, but found nothing. She simply looked blank. He placed his hand on her arm and tightened his hold for a second before letting go and went on his way. Knowing his daughter well enough that she'd want to be left alone for a while.
Keeping her composure, Mary walked outside and felt the cool around her. She waited until she was a considerable amount away from her home before she stood in her tracks and took in quick breaths until it finally hit her. Tears flooded in her eyes and her chest tightened. She placed her gloved hand over her mouth and closed her eyes, tears trickling down her face. Memories of him holding her hand perfectly in his, their conversations together, their kiss and of their fight. Then of the last time she had seen him - which wasn't even a proper goodbye. This is the one that hurt the most. She didn't even have the chance to tell him her feelings and the whole truth. Mary always had enough faith to believe he wasn't going to die and that he would come home.
Now there was she was with Lavinia, holding her as she cried. "There, there, Lavinia," she said softly, hoping it would calm her down at least a little. And it did, thankfully. Lavinia pulled herself together and drew away from Mary's arms. She wiped at her eyes with the tissue she was given to by Mary. She quietly thanked her with a weak smile and took a deep breath in.
"Somehow," Lavinia spoke after a moment of silence, "I had a feeling that this would have come sooner or later. Regardless of how much I did not want it to." Mary kept quiet, letting her talk. "It was the way that Matthew said goodbye to me the last time he was here. He'd said it with such finality. It scared me." Lavinia let a couple more tears fall down her face, though she quickly wiped them away. "I just miss him now more than ever."
Mary watched her for a quick second, feeling painfully sorry for her. Although Lavinia had no idea that Mary felt exactly the same and that she would give anything to be able to just speak with him once more.
"Before Matthew headed off for war a couple years ago, he'd told me to look after you and his mother," this brought more tears as Lavinia turned her head to look down to her lap. "And he had said to tell you that given he should die, you should move on."
Lavinia looked back up again, straight into Mary's eyes and said, "Thank you, Mary. It means a great deal to me that you're here." Mary simply gave a small smile and nodded her head to her in return. There was no more jealousy or hatred towards the woman sitting in front of her, just a silent, peaceful understanding.
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