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Tarot Card Claim: The Chariot
Title: Journey
Fandom: LHOTP
Pairing: Caroline/Harriet
Author: bast2
Rating: PG
Words: 115
Caroline's POV
It is a cold, icy dawn. We are nested together in a row--Charles, me, you, and Nels, under bear skin robes. The wagon slips along, putting distance between us and the town; bringing us closer to the city, and the "specialist" our husbands insist upon.
Your whole side is pressed against me. Your face is very sad, and mine must be too. I want to comfort you. I slide my hand under the robe, hoping you will do the same; but, you decide against it.
Defiant, I uncover my hand, and under the eyes of all, reach for yours. Startled at first, you accept me; and we ride, palm to palm toward our fate.
It is a cold, icy dawn. We are nested together in a row--Charles, me, you, and Nels, under bear skin robes. The wagon slips along, putting distance between us and the town; bringing us closer to the city, and the "specialist" our husbands insist upon.
Your whole side is pressed against me. Your face is very sad, and mine must be too. I want to comfort you. I slide my hand under the robe, hoping you will do the same; but, you decide against it.
Defiant, I uncover my hand, and under the eyes of all, reach for yours. Startled at first, you accept me; and we ride, palm to palm toward our fate.
Title: Journey
Fandom: LHOTP
Pairing: Caroline/Harriet
Author: bast2
Rating: PG
Words: 115
Caroline's POV
It is a cold, icy dawn. We are nested together in a row--Charles, me, you, and Nels, under bear skin robes. The wagon slips along, putting distance between us and the town; bringing us closer to the city, and the "specialist" our husbands insist upon.
Your whole side is pressed against me. Your face is very sad, and mine must be too. I want to comfort you. I slide my hand under the robe, hoping you will do the same; but, you decide against it.
Defiant, I uncover my hand, and under the eyes of all, reach for yours. Startled at first, you accept me; and we ride, palm to palm toward our fate.
It is a cold, icy dawn. We are nested together in a row--Charles, me, you, and Nels, under bear skin robes. The wagon slips along, putting distance between us and the town; bringing us closer to the city, and the "specialist" our husbands insist upon.
Your whole side is pressed against me. Your face is very sad, and mine must be too. I want to comfort you. I slide my hand under the robe, hoping you will do the same; but, you decide against it.
Defiant, I uncover my hand, and under the eyes of all, reach for yours. Startled at first, you accept me; and we ride, palm to palm toward our fate.