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!
There is a difference between being a nurse in wartime and being a nurse in peacetime.
She doesn't ever say it out loud (no point to it, they both know it, saying out loud would just add to the unease that occasionally creeps over the two of them) but she misses when she worked to feel useful, not to pay rent on a house her inheritance could buy twelve times over.
If she hasn't been disinherited - she hasn't heard that she has been, but she hasn't heard anything at all. He keeps reminding her that they don't hate her, that they love her (and he whispers in her ear that of course they love her, that it's impossible not to love her, and he holds her tightly and she can almost forget, almost) and all they need is time.
She's fairly certain (it's another thing on that evergrowing list of things they don't talk about) that he misses being a chauffeur, that he wishes he had more time to spend on his political pursuits, that labouring like this in the field whilst they build up some sort of savings is taking its toll on him.
It isn't the life she had expected (she doesn't think it's the one he expected either) and, if she's honest, she's surprised by how happy she is. All of the difficulties seem to pale into comparison when she feels his hand in hers without a glove between them.
Oh this was exactly the type of thing I was thinking of when I wrote this prompt :) so heartfelt and honest; it really shows how not everything's perfect and easy but they're in love anyway and it doesn't matter as much as it might... *tear*
All of the difficulties seem to pale into comparison when she feels his hand in hers without a glove between them.
I'll be honest, my lip did start to tremble a bit at this line. So lovely and poignant and...sigh... Come onnn Fellowes, write this for us!
She doesn't ever say it out loud (no point to it, they both know it, saying out loud would just add to the unease that occasionally creeps over the two of them) but she misses when she worked to feel useful, not to pay rent on a house her inheritance could buy twelve times over.
If she hasn't been disinherited - she hasn't heard that she has been, but she hasn't heard anything at all. He keeps reminding her that they don't hate her, that they love her (and he whispers in her ear that of course they love her, that it's impossible not to love her, and he holds her tightly and she can almost forget, almost) and all they need is time.
She's fairly certain (it's another thing on that evergrowing list of things they don't talk about) that he misses being a chauffeur, that he wishes he had more time to spend on his political pursuits, that labouring like this in the field whilst they build up some sort of savings is taking its toll on him.
It isn't the life she had expected (she doesn't think it's the one he expected either) and, if she's honest, she's surprised by how happy she is. All of the difficulties seem to pale into comparison when she feels his hand in hers without a glove between them.
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Oh this was exactly the type of thing I was thinking of when I wrote this prompt :) so heartfelt and honest; it really shows how not everything's perfect and easy but they're in love anyway and it doesn't matter as much as it might... *tear*
All of the difficulties seem to pale into comparison when she feels his hand in hers without a glove between them.
I'll be honest, my lip did start to tremble a bit at this line. So lovely and poignant and...sigh... Come onnn Fellowes, write this for us!
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