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!
Edith Crawley - Wardian CasethewindwarnsOctober 1 2011, 00:43:52 UTC
Sybil has causes and Mary, well Mary has (nearly) everything. Edith knows, however, that beauty fades and passion dies out. She develops a hobby instead. Mama suggests gardening -- "a perfectly acceptable pursuit for a woman of her standing" -- but while a gift of flowers is always graciously received, biting remarks from Granny under the guise of guidance is assuredly not.
She asks Anna to fetch her a small jar, thinks it can't possibly be that difficult to try her hand at this. Pharaoh, after all, has never suffered under her care and as a matter of fact, rather adores her.
Edith finds fern and moss, sets them under glass and on her windowsill. It is winter and she waits for them to grow.Edith puts her faith in knowledge, in the permanence and bartering of words. She is quick to grasp onto those most powerful, keeps them in, sealed tight, waits for just the right moment to let them slide out, innocent -- and on occasion, not so -- as you please. (She's quite aware that she's not always the most tactful, takes after Granny
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Re: Edith Crawley - Wardian CaseespressolastOctober 1 2011, 18:31:59 UTC
Somehow a wardian case is the perfect focus for an Edith study. It's the perfect distillation of her fascination with OMGFARMING, her quietness, her coldness, and her desire to be wanted. It fits neatly with the beautiful world she's in but not strictly of, and it all dies in 1917. Plus, elegant writing and so on-point with the perspective. God. You owned this prompt, is what I am saying.
She asks Anna to fetch her a small jar, thinks it can't possibly be that difficult to try her hand at this. Pharaoh, after all, has never suffered under her care and as a matter of fact, rather adores her.
Edith finds fern and moss, sets them under glass and on her windowsill. It is winter and she waits for them to grow.Edith puts her faith in knowledge, in the permanence and bartering of words. She is quick to grasp onto those most powerful, keeps them in, sealed tight, waits for just the right moment to let them slide out, innocent -- and on occasion, not so -- as you please. (She's quite aware that she's not always the most tactful, takes after Granny ( ... )
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