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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"Oh I'm not angry with you my darling, although I am very angry with Mrs Grayson, running away or not. Just suppose you had fallen and landed much worse and there was nobody here to help you. Why Papa would have her neck for it, if I didn't get there first." she tells Sybil cradling her in her lap. Sybil lets out a watery giggle
"Would you have Mrs Grayson's neck for me Mary, even though she's very big?" she asks her
"Of course I would, you're my Sybil. I would have anyone's neck for you. No matter how big they were" Mary responds, pressing a kiss to her tan cheek. Sybil pulls a daisy from the grass and twirls it around, before attempting to twist it into Mary's dark locks, not dissimilar to her own.
"Would you for Papa and Mama and Edith and Grand-mama?" she asks, beginning to list off all their closest relatives. Mary runs her fingers across Sybil's cheek and is struck with Déjà vu, she rests her own cheek on her sisters head. There is a long pause as Sybil continues her attempt of weaving the flower into her sisters curls
"Oh... I expect so. But you, darling, you are my most favourite of all.' Mary finally tells her. As Sybil pauses
"You are my most favourite too Mary" she echoes her words. Mary feels irrationally proud
"Really?"
"Oh yes, well, I do love Edith and Mama and Papa and Grand-mama very much. But, well, you read to me and taught me how to ride and you let me wear your favourite jewels and even Mama won't do that." Sybil hesitates before telling her eldest sister "And I don't think Edith would have Mrs Grayson's neck for me." This causes Mary to burst into laughter and sweep her sister up before taking her hand and guiding her into the house.
"Oh she would my darling. Only for you though, I expect."
Twenty minutes later she has left a slightly bruised Sybil happily harassing the new Mrs Patmore for some snacks before dinner.
Twenty two minutes later she is stood in front of Carson fiercely demanding Mrs Grayson's firing, effective immediately, he raises an eyebrow as she somewhat hopefully asks if he would rather she did it herself. This is the eighth nanny in six years, five of whom haven't met the standards of Lady Mary to adequately take care of her beloved sister and somewhat unhelpfully this is an area her parents seem keen to indulge her in. She almost has reign equal to Carson when it comes to the hiring and firing of the help of Lady Sybil. Sometimes Carson thinks his little speech all those years ago worked a little too well.
None the less. Mrs Grayson is gone by dinner.
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